Richmond enquirer. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1815-1867, 1834-08-26
POETRY.
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THE MEDITERRANEAN
Hail. thou eternal food, whose restless
Roll onward in their course, as wild and free
1.-THE shores they dashed the caves
or mouldcrpg empires. When think of,hee,
THOU dos. remind me of phat cbless sea-
She sea time, whose tide sweeps uucop6ned,
Its channoi Earth, its shores Et.tu,yi-
Like that, thou rocst beed'st the wrecks behind
Thy shores were empress tho tide of TImo
Wrecked in their greatness, mouldcring, yet rublme
And beautiful in tioS mortality;
And yodiike there, the wise and Tree,
Blu, what ore they who nov look OR ny ws,o,.
They arc bat as worms that feed on their decay,
Thoy kace to stranger lorde-O land Of slaves,
or mcn whose only boast is their ancestral graves
Upon thy shores the Holy Prophets Iod,
Aud from their hL,ops came tho voice of One
Whom thou oboyes' even the Eternal God'
That star though queueLcd ia blood hath risen ann,
Aud other clmes ore radiant with its light;
But thy fair shores, alas, IL shiscs not on;
Save when some land with its ehulscocc bright,
Reflects the heavenly rays upOn thct moral night
Philosophy hath dccked her form divine
In all her lovolest dfspenes, and wrought
Thy sons her oracles the king. OF thought;
But they passed. their uaugbt;
Or shattered, like tho f.nos where they taught.
But though religions, ompife- men decay,
Thou restless chansclcss noodhou dost not pass away
Thore Poosy hath such fair dreams.
That man hath deemed them brsh, reality;
There she hath peop,d hills, aud vae', and streams,
And Thy bluc waters with her phaniesy;
And hhcd gods len heaven to roum by thee;
The'e she embodied passions of the heart,
In such fair FORMS that fail mortality,
Failed to conceive, until tIiumphal AT,
Babe from the Parian stone the immoclirn start.
The loftiest batds whose ilumo the past
Have hung upon thy shores, and thy deep tone
Ceased at their Ofpbean yTos;-but now the last,
'The pilgrim baTd - whose mntchless song alone
uad mnde thy name immortal ns Ills
stranger Of the north, but "as IL
child of thee,h his spirit too hath flown
Thus h VIC the greatest past. Thine air
Still echoes to their sons but thou Glone there.
Thine empires one by one have fGli'n and
The last is crambling IN decay-ycs, sho,
Tho soronet upon thy lurfow'd brow
Tho mistress Of tho world, the queen office,
The poradise Of earth, sweet Italy;
StFipt of her queenly robes in dust sho lies,
Unclaimed by stdces, struggling To be free.
There hath she fallen, as the dolphin dies,
More brightly beautiful in her last agones.
But though thy shores scpulchres that limo
Hath pcorlsd with dead empress though they
But shattered wrecks, aud every otheEclime
Hath sprung from their decay; yet Nature there
Hath made their pail Of beauty-sadly fair
And they shall be, while thy blue shail foum,
The Mecca of the world the altar whore
Science, Devotion, Genius, AIT shall come,
And fe ei Moaems feel above their ophets tomb.
Aud thou, unchnugng food, that waSder'st on
Through that dark path vi ruin aud decay,
Still must thou roll INTENDED and alone.
Men shall arise, aud shine, aud pass away,
Like the bright bubbles Of thy glitteting spray;
And thrones shall ottor, and Kingdoms be laid waste
YEA empires Tisc and fall along thy way
Like the dark heavug Thy troub cd breasi
But thou shalt s,ill Iollon-for thee there is
AsNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH.