Richmond enquirer. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1815-1867, 1833-05-31
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Tci ss,sx G or scregs or sM m
Your tssts arc desola,c; your stately steps,
OF all their choral dances have cn
OF saSae.. SoG OF % s SoeS alike cup
An the fresh glorics OF the early world
Hang toun YOU in tue srilit's pictured halls,
Never to change!
As tho tired voyagor on stormy seas
InvoSe. the coming of bIsh, bird, from Shore
To watt him ,dngs with the gcn,lcr breeze,
et i% , ;s wool; I'M, Ges. elISw.
call you gracious forms oh! como, restore
Awhile that holy freshness and renew
h b,s.%sG. S J S GS% tho T ,@ sf y.e:
Ye Of the dark prophetic Sas,om eyes,
Oh! soop my soul in that glorious iimc
When Gods own whisper shook the codats of your CLINE
,ryocArios ooSrrSurp.
Streaming thro' all yonr spiritual mic5,
As ia calm cloud. of pOally Stiffness bright
ssrsn VIII % ,sa o and their slight
Al, naughty dreams Of Power, had wing'd their flight,
Trso Fai,! long suffering Love Come mo, come,
H"a a a, tho seas so"ean your Master tread
Like the clear pavemon, of bis heavenly home:
Sink to the gOntlcsoss of infant sleep
ruE
Lay by the pillows of the old Red Sea,
When Miriim's voice DER that sspuchrel realm
Sent on tho blast hymn OF jubilee
With a. ss !, eye !G an" "os long &aiI floating cs
Even rs instinct with tho tempcs,uous CLEO
OF tho dark waters, tossing DER the slain.
A song for Gods victory oh, thy laws
Bright Poosy! holy in their birth:
HOW hath II dod, thy s0raph of praise,
In the bewiiictng melodies OF Earth!
Return from troubling founts return
Back to tho iio-spriugs OF thy native urn!
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Tho plumage like swayny of tho auburn corn
ny soft winds to n dreamy motion fann'd,
sun brings mo back thine image--Oh forlorn
Yot not iorsaken, Ruth IL see thee stand
Lone, midst the sladuess OF tho harvest band
Lone as a wood bId on the oceau's foam,
failn In its WEAKNESS. Thy fatherlanl
SMILES Tar away! yot to the of Iomo
That finest, purcst, which recognize
Home In affections glance, forever
Beats thy calm hoart and il thy gentle eyes
Gcam tTouulous thro tears Ills not TO ruo
nose words, ~lmotal in their deep Lovo's
'Ihy people an1 Thy God shall be my :"
RIzPAH
"And Rzpah, daughter Aah ackclot asI pren il f.
her upon tho rock from the beginning harvest roppc
ueon them OF Heavens neither tho brs OF the All
xxi: TO-
Who watches tho mountain with the dead
Alone before tho Nwfuncss - night?
"A Seer awaiting the deep Spirits might?
n warrior guarding some dark pass dread?
No, lorn Woman On her dropping head
She recks notifying for tho unburied slain,
Only to scare the vuture from bed.
so, night by night, her vigil hath she kept
WIN an me pale stars, and with the dows hath wep
On those wild rocks the lonely ono must aid
Fen so; strenghtener tbro' all aud shade,
Tn unconquorablo Angel, mighest Love
WOMAN.
ana she answered, dwell among peo2le."2 King
al dwell among mine owe. "--oh! happy thou!
Not for tho sunny clusters OF the vino,
nor Tor the olives on the mountains how;
Nor tho hocks wandering by the lowery limo
od streams that make the green land whore hcy shine
Nor tho SOFT shadow OF ancestral trees
Whose kindly whisper floats DER thee andt thine;
on On NO. for these call thee richly blcst,
Bn, Tor the moeknoss of thy woman : breast,
". M ne mat sweet dcp'ho Of still coneniment lies
Unto all ANCIENT and familiar things,
Weaving from each some link for Homes Charities.