The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1828-01-10


The exulting praises of Enfrancbiscd Greece
|
From the Genius of Universal Emancipation.
THE DEPTHS OF THE SEA.
Depths of the fatbomless sea,
| What do ye hold in your caves,
Motionless hearts that bounded free,
And many costly argosie,
I That gallantly rode your waves!
Yes, motionless hearts are there
| And many CLASSY eye
And many gem OF price ye bear,
lngots Of gold and spices rare.
That in the salt wave lie.
Oh! IL the dead could speak,
What talo might ye unfold
| Ofthe roaring surge and the blanching cheek,
OF the crashing mast, ond one wild shrek,
As the waters over .hem roiPd.
The weary sailor sleeps
In your beautiful coral bowers
! The polar star its sight ward keeps;
But he heeds it pot--and his lov'd one woeps
AS she counts the lingering hours.
The cheek of beauty is there,
But it's blush hath faded away
Tho sea-wced wraps what was once so fair,
And the water snake twines with her dowins
hair,
As though it but mock'd her decay.
The speaking eye is dim
That flasl'd with its glance Of light
'rho youth drank oflife's cup, while JOY bath'd
its brim,
But it's long draught Of bitterness was not for
And the prido- curl'd lip is white.
The young and tho old arc there,
The coward heart and the brave
Those 10 whom life in her morning shone fair I,
And those who wcro wasted with cankering
care,
The frccman--the tyrant-thc slave.
The infant is there, 9TH the light
Ofhis innocent smile round his brow;
lie laughd when tho foam on that pitiless
night
! Curl'd DER the rude wave with its sparkles OF
light
But his blue eye is slumbering now.
| And there is the beautiful bride,
| Still cntwind d in her lovers last grasp;
Tine warrior rests with his foe by his side,
And the mother yot sooms in her matronly
| pride,
To enfoh that fair boy in her clasp.
Ye depths Of the billowy sea,
| How many tale of fear,
Ofthe plunging corpse, and the mutiny,
And tho blood red banner Of piracy,
! Could yo tell to the shuddering ear.
And how at the dead &c night,
The captive burst h;s chain,
And with one glance at the moons fair light
For ever sunk from his tyrant's sight
And the wave rolld on again.
Oh! yo arc changeless mystery
The heavens are wreath'd in flame,
And the bark is toss'd on the raging sea,
Or the sunbeam smiles with it's breezes FREQ,
But ye are for ever the same,
Philadelphia, 1lth month Is, 1927.
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For tho r. |. Republican.
| RIDDLE.
Ye wits, and We genuses, fair ones and swains
I'll give you riddle--shall puzzle your brains
For, before you can guess it, your guesser'
will broak,
Your eyes will grow dim, and your heads,too
will ache.
Tn older than man, for nv being had,
| before man, OS peast, DiroSJ OF ushcs WeIe
| made,
Twas tho fifth aud sixth days that their be
ing began,
Bot mine on the second Of that wond rous
train.
Tho as old as creation, I'm younger than you
Gentle rcader-.the statement is certainly true
I've been born many times, in full splendor anc
pride,
And, at that rcry instant al,cays have dicd.
But what suppose will most puzzle your head
Is the fact that I'm born not, till after I'm dead
And what is more strang I'm begotten, you
} see,
BY my own fiail successor, who's younger
than me.
Tho so often I'm born, and as oflen too, die,
/ constantly live--snd always am nigh;
7 MY life il my death, and my death is my life
And alicays am gone--like gossiPing wife
With all those who travel, I'm close at tbei
heels,
Tho 60 t'o,hsr way on my swift rolling
In the morning I'm near them, at night far u
Il way,
! .4nd yet Io'ertake them before Il is day.
From man retreat with the swiftest Of speed
Yet always am near him tho thus recsde,
I sm someshing--yet nothing--well known.
l never seen: