The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1827-06-07
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THE WESTERN COUNTRY,
GENERAL DISSERTATIONS.
By ALVAN BARNABY.


Scenes of tho west, thy streams ofyore
Were mantled in a wild wood shore
What timo a field had never smild
And naught but dark and gloomy wild,
Or tow'ring height of mountain = brow,
Frown'd on thine herb clad wales below
And naught was heard hut wild beasts howl,
Or nightly scream OF boding owl;
Where far beneath the forests gloom
The savage wild man found his home,
And nature in the drear abode
Rear'd many a temple to her God
But now, no more in cloistered gloom,
Thy waters glide thy valllcs bloom,
And shed their sweets 10 beasts Of proy,
Or men untameable as they
But harvests waving in the breeze,
Supply the place of forest trees;
The bleating fooks where once they grow,
Now sip tho sweets of morning dew
Or screened from heat Of noontide ray
Beneath the hedge securely lay;
Der hill tops green the lambkins bound,
And vegetation smiles around.
Where the dark pagans suppliant knoo
Bowd TO some ideal deity,
And children writh d in flames of fire
TO appcase a fancicd demons ire
Now breaks in sweet angelic lays,
The christians loudcst note Of praise
nv plpus NhN
MiDgle in holy concert there.
The farmer meets the morning ray
To plan the abors Of the day
The neat clad mowers brisk and blithe,
Swing thro' the field the keen edged scythe,
Whilo 10 their blade the harvest yields,
The PROSTATE gavcls ridge the fields
Their labor = hard the bounteOus soil
With liberal hand ropays their tonj
The warblug songster's artless lay,
Beguiles the tedious hours away;
Their music all the valley fills,
And echo answers from the hills
While streams and lakes OF various sizo,
Reflect tho clear cerulean skies;
Or when dark clouds the Heavens detorm
And lghtning's wreath the blackening storm
Loud echoing To the tempest roar,
Tn answering thUnders lash the shore;
Or when tho fainbOw's beautunus dos,
Spans in her grasp the sable skies,
And the low beams of obbng day
Gleam o'er the waves with less ming ray,
Smile as they lovld to view the form
They've pencild on the parting storm
FAM d by the milder breath of heaven,
In renter curls ths waves are driven;
While many bark in conscious prdo
Bounds oor the silver crested tide,
Bears off tho rich luxurIunt stores
That once in splcndor clothed the shores,
To whore from Erie's distant strand,
Obscquious TO the artists hand
Flows the Canal, whose mighty chain
WEEDS her bright waters with the man;
Climbs tho rough mountains lofty brow,
Or gldes thro now'ry valcs below;
Walks on the braes Of Mohawk's side,
Aud views below her pensivo tide;
Now hears Cahoos Thy thund'riug roar,
Now grccts tho iiudson's rugged shore,
Now fair Albania, darling seat,
She pours her treasures at thy feet.
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There is much poetry an -n-~'
go -. .. .n Instructive moral, in tho follow
ing lines, translated from the Arabic, which
we find in the London Magazine
Why should blush that fortunes frown
Dooms me lfe's humble paths to tread;
To live unhcedod and unknown;
70 sink forgotten 20 the dead
lis NO tho good, tho wise, the brave,
lhat s,"est shine ar brightest rise,
The teather ports upon the wave,
Inc pearl IN Drean's cavern lies.
Each lessor star thn, studs tho sphere,
Sparklcs with undinT~ished light:
Dark and eclpsed alone aIqear
The Lord of Day, The Quet-, of Night