American watchman and Delaware advertiser. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1822-1828, 1827-08-21

But now, alas ! where Lybia's sands o'erwhem
Her mighty cities and exuberant plains,
Naught but her massive pyramids remain
Alone uncrumbling through the waste of years,
To tell of Egypt's long departed greatness,
And prompt the contemplative passenger
With scenes that slumter meath the waste he
treads.
In happy Greca's delightful Wales,
Inwaled by SUBMITS of eternal snow,
Sages and heroes in succession lived.
The arts Of Egypt found fairer home
And kinding science bursting into flame
Shed wider lustre DER bar'brous world.
Her fertile islands and ndented shores
Tempted the mariner to trust his art.
And infant commerce learne,rto interchange
The varied products of contrasted climes
And blend Invention and inciplent art.
But time, resistess, that alas involves
In equal ruin all terrestrial things,
Minges the conqueror with the conquercd's dust.
And seals the fate of nations and OF men.
Transferred to Rome the empire of the world.
Where Tber rolls as erst his wonted course,
Of sculptured ruin many noble pile
Now slowly yielding to the waste of time,
Refers the observer to those years gone by,
(TFhite get tn immortal Cesars 'bode uith men,,
| When DER the limits of the elder world
The Roman Eagle waved his gilded plumes,
From where Euphrates pours his devious Hood
To where Atlantic Iaves lberia's strand.
While from its farthest shores the midland sea
Waited their treasures to the Commonwealth;
And all Of art and science man had known,
Added its effort to the power of Rome.
Along those isles the eloquence that thrilled,
When list'nng senates wrapt in thought pro-
| found,
The wonted destiny of nations weighed,
Admiring ages vainly would excel;
But Rome no longer sways the yielding world,
The mortal dwellings OF her mighty minds
Long since have crumbed mid the enduring stone,
Nor have survived the glory Of their country.
BIT 'tWsre in rain, nor needs the muse rehearse
Theventful series of historic lore,
What scenes of glory, pageant, and of woe.
Have passed DER .9sid's or DER Europe's plains.
IT'S ours to cast the contemplatiye eye
Back through the vista Of forgotten years,
On scenes and scenery long since gone by,
N cath the dark forests which Columbia shade,
Which no historic record has retained,
Save the traditions of the wampum belt;
No classic song records the warriors fame
Or sheds its lustre DER the chieftan's deeds.
Ere European footstep had impressed
The forest scenery of Niagaras shores,
While yet the eastern hemisphere confined
The wild ambition of her warning chiefs,
Ere christian nations yet had learned the way
10 carry slaughter o'er the utmost earth,
Or had strewn the soil of either India
w itn DleeufnS VICTIMS;
Ere from Hispania's shores Columbus launched
dauntess voyager on the boundless wave,
Or meath the splendors of the setting sun
The forest verdure of another world
Rose IRON the horizon on his 'raptured view
Here lovely nature in eternal youth
Retained the beauty of her earliest reign;
Echo responded from his native rocks
In playful cadence to the passing breeze;
The varied music of the sylvan scene,
The fall of waters and the wood bees hum,
The cooling turtle and the warber's song,
Or hunters whoop loud thrilling from atar,
The murd'rous musket never had alarmed
The awful silence of these shaded wales
With thunders fatal to their forest sons,
Or filled their windings with the hunters knell.
BY the same rivers where his sires had roamed
Since the great deuge to the deeps returned,
In happy thoughtessness and proud content
Rolled the smooth tenor of the hunters life.
All that his eyes beheld 'twixt earth and HEAVIER
All he knew how to want, kind heaven bestowed
Was he less happy that he had not learned
To dig the iron from his native hills,
And with incessant labor to apply
n, All the rcfinemcnts of mechanic art
To wants the knowledge of these arts create
All he required of clothing and of food
The chase supplied !,
To hunt the deer.
To pace with cautious step the woodland glade,
And all unnotced by the tmid herd
'Transfix his victim with the flinty barb
Or when the sun had sunk beneath the hills,
With lighted flambeau in his bark canoe
Slowly to paddle long the rivers bank
Watching the antier'd gazers from the shore.
To find the hollow trunk where bruin slept
And bring the slumberer growing to the light,
With the fierce panther bravely to contend,
Or with hook Of muscle she'll TO catch
The finny tenants of the limpid lake.
These furnished his employment, and with herb
Fruits Of the forest and his favorite malze
Supplied his wants; for natures wants are few
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