Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1832-06-28
POETRY.
From w. c. Bryant's Poems.

Cola, nee iDsgui sp'endct per cingula ino'su
Sed nova 81 nigri vdeas miraculd saxi,
Tsnc supurat pulchros cultus et quicquid Eos
Indus litoribus ruba scrutatur in alga.
Ciaudian.
sat beside the glowing grate fresh heape'l
With Newport coal, and as the flame grew brigh
The uany colored fame and played aud eaped
thought Of rainbows and The northern light,
Moore's Laiah Rookh, the Treasury Report,
And other brilliant mattsrs Of the sort.
And last thought Of that fair isle which sen,
The mineral fuel; on u summer day
l saw it once with heat and travel spent,
And scratched by dwarf oak in the hollow way
Now dragged through sand now joited over stone
A rugged road through T'verton.
And hotter grew the air, and follower grew
The deep worn path, aud horor-struck,
thought,
Where will this dreary passage lead me to'-
This long. dull road, so narrow; deep and ho1
looked to see il dive in earth outright;
looked-but saw far more welcome sight.
Like soft mist upon the evening shore,
At once lovely isle before me lay;
Smooth, and with tender verdure covered Ger,
As il just risen from its calil inland bay;
Sloped each way gently to the grassy edge,
And the small waves that dallicd with the sedge.
The barley was Just reaped-its heavy sheaves
Lay on the stubble 6eldtthe tall maize stood
Dark in its summer growth, and shook its leaves
And bright the sunligh, played on tho young
wood
For fifty years ago, the old men say
The Brilon hewed their ancient groves away.
! saw where fountains freshened the gieen land,
And where the pleasant road. from door to door
With rows of cherry-trees on enher hand,
Went wandering all that fertile region o'er-
Rogue's Island once-but when the rogues wer,
Rhode Island was the name il took instead.
Beautiful Island! then it only seemed
A lovely st;anger-it has grown friend.
gazed on its smooth slopes, but never dreamed
How soon that brigh, bcneGcst isle would
The treasures Of IFS womb acros. the sea
To warm poets room and boil his tea
Dark anthracite. that reddenest on INV hearth,
Thou in these island mines ddst slumber long;
But now thou art come forth to move the earth,
And put TO shame the men that mean thee
wrong
Thou shalt be Goals Of fire to those that hate thee
And warm the shins of all that under-rate thee.
Yea, they did wrong thee fouly-they who
mocked
Thy honest face, and said thou wouldst not
burn;
OF hewing thee to chimney pieces talked.
And grew proiane-and swore, in bitter scorn,
That men might to thy inner caves r'tire,
And there. sasSs;ssf ah,Se ise y d.. o-nre.
Yet is thy greatness nigh. pause to state,
That too have seen greatness l.
Shook hands with Administered st Lafayette,
When bare-head, in the hot noon Of July,
He would not let the umbrella be held o'er him.
For which three cheers burst from the mob before
him.
And have seen-not many months ago
An eastern governor in chapeaE bras
And military coat, glorious show!
Ride forth to visit the rev;~"s, aud ali.
Now Of, ha --.sosd and bowed to Jonathan!
.Iow many hands were shook and votes were won
Twas great governor-thou too shalt be
Great in thy turn-and wide sfalr spread thy
fame,
And swiftly; farthest Maine shall hear OF thee,
And cold New Brunswick gladden. at thy name
And, family through its sleets, the weeping isle
That sends the Boston folks their cod slhlIl smile.
For thou shalt forge vast railways aud shall heat
The Kissing rivers into steam, and drive
Huge masses from thy mines, on iron feet,
Walking their steady way, as if alive,
Nortbward, ill everlasting ice besets thee,
And south as far as the grim Spaniard lets thee.
Thou shalt make mighty engines swim the sea,
Like its own monsters-boats that for guinea
Will take man TO iavre-and shalt be
The moving soul Of many spinning jenny,
And ply the shuttles, till bard can wear
As good suit Of broadcloth as the mayor.
Then will we laugh at winter when we hear.
The grim old churl about our dwellings rave,
Thou, from that "ruler Of the inverted year,
Shall pluck the knotly sceptre Cowper gave.
And pull him fom his sedge and drag him in.
And melt the icices from off his chm
HUMILITY AND PERSEVERANCE.
AFABLE.
From the side Of ofamountain there flow
ed little rivulet-its voice was scarce
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