Phenix gazette. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1825-1833, 1827-10-31
POETRY.

From the London New Monthly Magazine.
THE SEREAMS-By MRs. HEMAxs
ihe power, the beauty, and the majesty,
inst had their hsun.s in dale, or pny mountain,
Or forest by SLOW stream, pebbly spring,
or ehlSns and watery depths. all these have vanish
ihey ave no longer IN the faith of reason!
But still the heart doth need a language
CoLEmpeE's Uallsnstei.
fE have been holy, foupts and foods!
Ye of the ancient and solemn woods,
he that are born OF the valleys deem,
WIN the |ater-towers on you, breast asleep,
Ana we that Sash from the sounding caves,
Haiio"'d have been Your waves
Hailow'd BY man in his dreams of old,
Unto Being not ofthis mortal mould;
''e"iess ana deathless and wondrous powers.
whose voice he heard ia ii. lonely hours,
Or sought with its fanced sound TO still
The heart Earth couil not f,i
therefore the flowers of bright summers gone,
oer your sweet waters, yc Streams. were thrown.
thousands ofgiftS to the sunny sea,
rave ye swept along in Your wanderings free,
IN" thr'iFd TO The murTur OF many vow.
Where al is silent now.
Nor seems it strange that the heart hath Lc.r
ihus hn&'d IN love 10 yGur margins ,rrecp
That still, though ru;n'd your early slri,cs
ihheauty geam through ihe southern vines
on your viva MIS-
For the loyeliest scenes ofthe glowing earth
are those' bright Streams! where your springs have
birth;
Whether their cavern'd mlrmur fills
With tone of piaint the hollow hills,
Or the glad sweet laugh Of their healihful flow
Is heard midst the hamle is low.
Or wSther We gladden. the desert-sands
With joyous music to pilgrim bands,
And fash from under some ancient rock,
Where shepherd-king might have wa,ch'd his flock,
Where a few lone palm,rees lift their heads,
And 4 green acacia spreads.
Or whether, in bright old lands renown'd,
The laurels thrill to your frstbom sound,
And the shadow flung from the Grecian nino
Sweep with the breeze DER your cleaning line,
And the tall reeds whisperto your waves -
Besides heroic graves.
Voices and Lights ofthe lonely place!
by the freshet fern your course we trace;
BY the brightest cups on The emerald moss
Whose fairy gobIetsthe turf ernbcss,
BY the rainbow CHANGING of insect wings.
In a thousand may rings.
iherc sucks the bee, for the richest flowers
Are all your own through the summer hours;
There the proud stag his fair image knows
Traced on your glass beneath alder-boughs,
Ind the halcyon's breast, like the skies arrsv'd.
Cleans through he wi Io,r sba, 10 |
'ut the wild sweet tales that Sth elves and flaws
'eopled your banks in the oldcn days, II
nd the memory left by departed love
o you n antique founts in glen and grove,
nd the glory born of the poets dresms--
These your charms bright Streams
ow is the time % your howery rites
one by with its dances and young delights; i
'om your marble urns We have burst away, ;;
ON your chapel cells to the laughing day, :,
ow lie in your affairs with moss o'ergrown, A
And the woods again are lone. 4
t holy still be your living springs, as
lunts Of all gentle and gladstone things i,
bly,, to converse with natures lore,
lat gives the worn spirit its youth once more, ,o
I'd to silent thoughts of the love divine, be
Making the heart shrine. FIJI. so
From tie North .7oaeritar Rerieto -.
SPEECHES OF HENRY CLAY. ;re
Mr. Clay belongs to the class Of men, hume wo
Is IN al Tree countries, ana In no country so spe
nerUus as ours-ihe architect Is of their own sen
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