Lincoln telegraph. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1836-1846, 1838-11-22
ORIGINAL POETRY.
FOR THg TELEGRAPH.
COLUMBUS IN CHAINS.

co sO ~ GthH 49,
The morn was Hnsing broad radiance
Der St nominso and those sister Isles, :
hat catch the breathing of the western breeze
From verdant Yucaan, We're throwing up
Their summer offerings to the Sun-God's gleam'
Like Oriental worshipcrs. Aslant,
nd sealthily the frs. rays wandered up
yve, rs faint bushes on the eastern sky,
While kindled high the light cloud dinpcry'
Warmed in the mounting glow he foan-iiecked
THAT thrilled lis thunder-anhem cease'essy
7, The nn,u,o1ed pd-man's ear, poured out
A flashing sheet of spray upon the Shore
Like showers of pearl "llspanloia gave
Her soft, fair foliage to the pleasant dawnlng'
And on the onaint old castles turrets sireamed
The MONS fall glory Peautlinl beneath
The broad banana rose, the lemon shed
nalicieus perfume round the ig-tree reared
Shade fer the wanderer the cotton Plumss
Vhltened in snowy beauty, while the leaves
Iii,! the pine apple in their delicate folds
Capriciously, as mode@iy should veil
y, he beautiful Oh! thai humanity,
Were wiser Cor the lessons, Of rare truth
I hal Nature giyes
But little rec's the mind
rf Natures visible forms, when injury
Foully and darily saps It's nober pride,
And ms It scoiiclh at the dignity
/, may not rathon. Silently within
There works IA deeper feeling-and the eye
Winders unheeding!y-1he outward senie
Hath n fine sympathy with that within,
J nd when strong spell bows the SOUL there comes
y ve~y loahrg of the grace, that else
Had ninistercd most pleasantly ! he heart
Of the unhending captive mid his chains,
Might swell almost to bursting, but oh! ne'er
Lii the small tyranny that gave the chain
Z now the unspo&en grief that wrought within.
Columbus might not tcaep, ! he noble scarn,
That nerves the heart, ard sences the tongue,
Gave a proud stcrnhess to his high resolve
init might not stoop to low upbfaidiug. Thought,
= he handnaid of Remembrance, slowly turned
The broad bright record of lie drean,-ike past,
AID from the story Of achievements, drew
A lofty consciousness that rocked not Time,
Pointing to Glory. Aud prophet eye,
TIN ough tho dian vista Of long years behed,
Green with the verdure Of her thousand Wales,
The new world stand an Empress mid her old
And venerable sisters, beautiful
Exceedingly The forest branches cast
A thinner shade above the streams, there glowed
strange light through them, and the Stunt cd ray
Wandered unused and trembingly amidst
j he deep woods dim recesses. Dyngly,
Thrilled the last savage echoes, and the dew
sparked mistaken from the shadowy grass
Dy the dark thicket's denizen Then rose,
Sublime and chant-Ike on the ad-winged breeze
The vocings of humanity, that go
Like the stern hum Of many waves abroad.
he green fields gave pleasant prospect out,
And the fair slopes that rounded to the sun
And the blue river, smiled beneath his eye
Glorious in all the gorgeous drapery
Of blossomng. Columbus might not weep!
For she the fond deal of his dreams,
Would hold him patron-spirit shrned
In the fair temples of her gratitude.
And when in after time, Life's we-spen day
Waned tasty TO its shut at eve, he wrapt
Calm resignation mantle round him, spurnng
With a great fortitude, reproach of all
His varied wrongs,-And in the holiness
OF deep sarcasm, sharing with his chains
His last cold dwelling, laid him to his rest.
How lie very fend within the heart
Is foul Ingratude, 1t cankers all
Mans purest aspirations, and corrodes
The beautiful sympathies that give hue
Of high divinity to Earth We steal
But short moment of life's span from sin,
And we redeem but little from the curse
That once Eden FELL, by hottest deeds
OF virtue, and the heart must often faint
With sorrowing, and the spirit weep itself
To sad exhaustion when a wreck is made
OF all things pure and true-Oh when there comes
An inspiration the soul that wakes
Even like magic, noble purposngs,