Richmond enquirer. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1815-1867, 1835-08-18
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INDIA.

(Erom tie albany zodiae.)
From poem hitherto unpublished, by Rev. Mr. GREr
There is land of old, the CIRCUITS pride,
Whetc hand in hand tho summer and the spring,
Like fair twin sisters, spo ting side by side,
The fruits the green leaves and the blossoms bring
Tho humming Iisds descend upon the wing,
Like showers Of ranbows, and unuyul'd flowers
From ainasantl,ine beds sweets odors fling
Land of the spice grove aud anbrosial bowers,
Aye cloudless Is thy sky, aye rosy are thy hours
From golden wales, romantic hills arise
fral-ctown, and tower, AMI citadel,
but there alone the slave aud dospot dwell;
There fancy never tuned her magic she'll
To glory's numbers-therc was never heard
Tho kindling voice Of freedoms trumpet peal,
10 tonsc the patriot, and TO fire the bard,
To sing his native land that mountain hono to guard
A battlement to thee has Nature given,
Invader may not scale undcenlinc;
based in earth, ccntrc--turrctted in heaven.
Its bastions of Workmanship divine.
noat undug by moral hand is thi0c,
That toe may not drain turn nsjo
The Indus, Gauges, and the oceans brine,
The iymace, from whence thou mightst dehsd
The assembled world in against thy peace, ellied
But what avails the sian, Hymalce
Among the stars, who hides hs iron horn?
The Ganges and tho Indus each
Mad Made for domination, but Of glory shorn.
And mourn their fate, that they dooni'd TO roll
Their mighty pillows among nations born
To endless slavery. Men of dwarhsh soul,
Inso'ious. uninspired blind as the burrowing mois
The glow OF beauty is upon thy land.
Yet history preserves golden spoil,
And freedom hallows grain of sand.
Thy sons, in eon'inent aud oceans isle,
Point TO battle field nor hoary pile,
And cry, fathers fought and conquered there,
The hero's ashes sleep not in thy soil;
No embcr of cxtinguis greatness, where
Fancy may light her torch, or vaor learn to dare.
The slave consoles himself in other lands,
That in some distant age his Sres We're free!
And while no drags his chain and canks his bands,
He sings the song OF ancient liberty.
Freedom alas was known to thee.
Even her dim shadows fall not from the shy
OF backward ages; even her memory
a dream forgotten as the clouds that fly
Rackng before the Winds leaves not track on high
His birthrig ht-bondagc- ythian, Arab, Frank,
Whoc'er has willed, he's forged for him chain.
Tho waters of the Indus have b0en drank
by every nation, nor does he complain;
smiie, tread on him, he smiteth not again.
Seeks he revenge? IT'S with the seTpent's bite,
That springs unseen, and not the just dsdain
Of injured man, who nobly claims his right
But skulking thing who brooks not freedoms light,
In other climes, there Is altar where
Freedom IL woTshppcd; aud n ctumbling pile
Though dead, that speaks, and though in ruins fair
That wears. in dust and ashes, beauty's smile,
The untanished mirror of some glorious TOLL
Here every creature, honors hath divine
The OK that grazes, and the snakes that coil,
The storm that darkens, and the stars that shine,
And Liberty, Oh strange, unhonorcd by shrine
There is SPELL magic in name,
To all save midas hapless children known,
Sacred TO liberty and ancient fame;
pris Tell or Bannockburn Marathon!
Some cherished symbol Of the ages gone,
That men teach their cbillfen with their creed.
Soon as thoy lisp aprayer-Tom liz edoms throne,
trumpet voice, to bless each glorious Decd
With love of high cmPrize, the youthful seui TO feed
But here, alas there is sound sight
That one memorial from the wreck may saves
Not even kining of sepuchal light,
But all is dismal as the inglorious grave,
Where laurel o'or tho cypress docs not wave.
lis bcauty's skeleton, liyiag death,
unsung by bard, unhallowcd by tho brave;
Atemple ruined by the thunder's scsth,
The dead, the waveless sea, Of Gods avenging wrath