Richmond enquirer. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1815-1867, 1833-03-22
POETRY
~ucH ysr REMAINS USsvNe.'
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ADAM AND EVE.
m al thing beyond all pIai;e.'-P"or.
Who can roProach thee, Adam, with tho crime
that drove thee forth from Eden, IL the brow
or her who wood and suod thee at tho time,
From out the web before mo' aud Il thou
Wort such Ne am, thy dcgen rate son,
y ES5s se. I,SSa 1Iss@ .G an, hop re I; a. S heaven to bow
Who, placed as thou vert placed, had done es thou hast done.
o thou: o thou! whose spirits sigh, could peer
lpt1 tho heaven OF beauty, and draw Gofti,
Again to poO, and bcam-ond burn on earth
Say, ere they truly of immortal birth,
II 1 os%n S,' d"d Any q yS eDiT ,o .d m the ,L %' Worth.
But whichsoo'r they are, alike thou hast
Tho tribute of my heat, where Ger thy home be cast.
Perhaps, by c9ind,rns' breathing fouot no lay,
Sketchios the glohcs of tho mystic spring;
Aud barred her beauties TO his ponciling.
Tb SS, Oh, ,Sg, ,e i music =, a. ,h 20 IN : -%T to snnf
Whose tongue could ute, what his eye mighi.soo,
Weaving his glowing song Iiom that rich dTapory.
Milton has sung that of the heavenly race
or womeq! Eve wa. hoOyeeicst-truo to this
There ~ IA glory IN that imaged face,
S p"s 10, !, i sc-,S"s Ds.Id have S,s sang g n In,
Man might Creso tn anticipated bliss
Even heaven itself were such to light hi, exil, there.
Ard see the father Of our race is there,
PrSne.or his hopes, his home, and garden iair,
His very prido bo,pooks his spirits thral,
And woman all tiumphant-stiIl his eyo
Looks wavfingly to hesven-perchHnce to call
The very canvass breathes-'tis bye.
Now turn we to the hour, when sin first flung
Her blight around crcation-up my soul!
slount on the storm which tears that scene among,
Proclaimins mans disgrace, and natures dole
Harki how the lshtnings hiss-the thundy - roll
The wounded pine tree gro1ns, uptOu aud rent,
The infant whitlwind mshes from its goal;
Curling the startled waters in its bent,
And all Is storm, and gloom, and light, and beauty blsnt.-
And see tho tawny monarch of the wood,
Claiming the sovereignty, which after tine
Awards TO his defendants. Lo. the food,
Adding its toroTs to that hour of cIimo-
Storm, flood. and thunder, meet in war, sublime,
Hurting confusion round them.-Eafth groans out,
Mourning the havoc OF her harvest prime,
The torrent meets the ocean with a shout
HiIs totteT, mountains husband horror Toigns throughout.
But what is natures bustle?-what the war
OF floods and wlirwinds-Rll that tongue can tell? &"
There's something more tremendous-deadlcr far,
In the blanch'd check-stmin'd eye, and tOItutng swell
or Adam, on the moment that he fell.
q heaven! what hand could trace such wild despair,
The look is worthy OF the loss-tho' hell
Had clos'd on him that moment, aud laid bare,
The ills OF after time piled up in mountains there.
But stll there is one feeling lingering vet
OF former joy-'tis love Tor her who knocls
In ruin at his ieot-tbeir eyes have met ~,
In loves despair, and that wild glance reveals
What each cOnceiyes and breads, and hopes, and-eels
she looks alone to him for hope-and he,
Rockies OF the wild whTl that round him reels,
And reckless al its causc,t too, bends, his knee,
Losing each other thought in his loves agony.
But this Is not a picturc-'us the life
Leaptug about the canvass-ovcIyt tack
Proclaims some novelty, with action ru,
Waters that lash aud roar-the wIirlw ind's rack
Hafk! hear ya not the rocking pine tree crack,
Split by n hoshat in its sweep Of pride?
Lo, see the light kindling the lions back
Gliding the forms of Adam aud his bride;
And bearing rage, aud storm, and life, on eveIy-side.
" From ChlndaIa's woIblng lount ame."-tMoorc.