Lynchburg Virginian. [volume] (Lynchburg [Va.]) 1829-185?, 1835-08-03
POLITICAL.
Frcm fAe Cazenoria ". Y. Monitor.

cosscssion o. his room-mafe. The reader will be-
ier understand ne argument Of the poem, and be-
ter appreciate the talents Of the juvenile author
ny being informed that STArrA is a small island c
Scotland, one of the Hebrides and is aecoun,e
one Of the greatest natural curiositics in Europe,
not in the world the whole Southwest end bein
supported by ranges Of bassltie pillars, most
about fifty feet high, and four feet II thickness
Tho Magnihcen, Cavern, called Fin-ma-coul, o
FfScAL's C.vr, is on ,h, island, and extends 25'
fee, in length. It's entrance is natural arch, D
feet wide, and III high, from which the Cavern !
LIGHTED, so tina, its fartheu extremity mas be seen
It's supported on each side BY ranges Of columns
and rooted BY tho fragments Of others that hav'
been broken of in forming it. The bottom OF th'
Cave is filed BY the sea, reaching TO the estrcmi
". and in very calm weather boat may sail into II
sTAcrA.
I've sazed on Nature in the sleepy lake
The green clothed field and wildl, tangled brake
I've heard her whisper in the lutterng trees,
Siur in the brooks. and murmur in the breeze,
Until her quiet music, 10 my heart
Would love aud peace and happiness ,mpart.
And every frc;iul feeling die away,
Like lovers frcwns before his lovd ones lay.
And then I've ,ufn'd on wilder scenes TO brood
Aud eourt thee, Nature. n thy stcrncr mood
Have seen the cloud-enyelopd mountain nde
The tranquil fores, sleeping on It's side.
Ba, not those scenes such pleasing fear impan
As SrArrA. rugged lsic. where Nature a. AT
Here or the bosom OF IL j1rk blue sea,
Tina, longs toirespass earth boundary.
Meath lowering skies. amid whose twilight gray,
The JOYOUS sunbcams seem afraid TO play
Serencly calm. in solitary pride,
4 glorious pile reposes on the tide
From oceans depths the giant columns riao,
And lift the self-born structure TO the skies.
Firm on its rocky base each pillar stands.
No chiseld shaft. no work OF mortal hands
Ere man had oeasd IN savage woods 10 dwell,
Roots for his food, his drink the crystal "eil,)
Ere yet he knew the Joys of social lllo
And scarcely cough; his fellow but IN strife
Ere cities grew, or Psrian marble shonc
Those columns stood, and stand while they arc gone
Yet many \ broken p.ar strcwcd around.
And many vista leyeed to the ground
Proclaim that not cen Natures works are free,
!Al-conquerine Time, from thy SUR mastery
Then mortal blush to own the selfish grief
Which prompts murmur If III, days be brief
When Nature's brightest glohcs disappear,
Shall thy mortality demand tear
Marx where the portal, yawung o'cr the wave
Reveals 10 view the bcauti OF the Cave
Majestic columns rise either side
The arched canopy above the tide
Which, mildly 81 terng with starry light
Shines like the spangled frmamcn, Of night.
It's Natures palace. Scoring TO abide
In temples less in reverence rcar'd than PRIDE.
The surge's roar more grateful 10 the car,
And tempest hymn. than hollow voice OF PRAYER
She fod. disdalniul OF Dotic fame.
And bull, her chapel on the itlan,o main
Still as we gaze, feeling more lstcnse
Grows with each look, and steals ever, sense
The irowuing arch above, the sea below,
The time cemented pillars scucd row,
The ocran wrestling with the pile IN VAIN
Tha, hufls its breakers back in calm dlsdan,
BLEND in a scene solemn, yet SO fan,
Tha, man almost intruder there
Each hollow bias, tina, slowly dies away,
Sounds like some spirits melancholy lay
And as tn harmonious Cave sends forth It's song,
You scarce would start TO an airy throng
OF mermalds fitting ocr the unrulled wave,
Aud breathing low, soft d,.ges through the Cave
There is stillncss--but not of the grave
A GREATNESS HE within that wondrous Cave
4 deep contentment, mute harmony,
\ holy presence that we cannot see,
Bu. We, can feel; for Ocean murmurs on,
As ii in PRAYER his decp-toncd orson
And winds without that rage IN lawless dn
Are hushed TO music as they enter III
Oh! let the scepiic, on whose doubling ever
In vain the beauties OF creation Use
Who, while he views the loneliness OF earth,
Can VIC; dsown the power that gave it birth,
Here let him gaze. and say twas chance alone
That rear'd the pile and nicely cars'd the stone.
That lent each shat such noble symmetrys--
Alas il mocts tis poor philosophy,
Tells him truth he never dreamed before,
Man ras not made 10 question, but adore.