Lincoln telegraph. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1836-1846, 1839-02-07

FROM THE ANNALS OF THE PAsr.ea
"Oh! human grandeur! brilliant and vain image
which shadow may cbscure--n drop oiwater Ell
facet"
How false and tickle is the human mind!
How vain to trust its promises, or praise!
Each smile is bland each voice is sweetly kind
To him who basks in fortunes noonde blaze:
But when the gathering cloud that radiance hides
- When kindness is most needed-ah! how few
Remain TO sne-the friendship that abides
THE passing ofthe Storm alone, is true.
How soon when dark Adversely draws nigh
Or Envy, spreads her venomed shafts arc und-
The fawnng friends of our bright sunshine fly,
And none but bitter, clamorous foes are found.
j. this fancy, or TRUTH alas!
In every age and nation 'tis the
Bnck to .the years of ancient illness we pass
ID. To Rome-lhe city ofundying fame.
But where its splcndor? where its sacred fanes'
No lsrdy city meets the irquiring gaze
Der all its glory, devastation reigns-
mighty foe 'ths rod of empire sways
All, all is dessoaten, save yon height
There, in it's glory. proudly brightly stands
The capitol-there thro' long ruins night,
Knnius. thy country oil thy skill demands.
Hravely Doth he repel the assembled foes
Sustain the courage Of his little band
a. But, the fierce conflict now will shortly close
Camillus comes behold relief ut hand
The furious Gau, back to his northern wild.
Is forced while shouts Of triumph tend the air.
10, Manlins, name is heard--the favored child
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A second scene behold-thy earnest gaze
Falls not on ruins more, his stately domes,
And fairer, nobler piles than other days
ss Could boast of, even in her oveliest homes
But who is yonder criminal arraigned
For seeking to usurpt the sovereign power,--
Can it be he who for his nation gained
Her life ard freedom in the battle hour.
IL this the noble Manlius' but list
He speaks-sWhom call ye then The nation q foes'
They who scorn DEATH besIegers toresist-
rthey who forge her chains, and mock her woas'
find call we traitor' look around
Behold the citizens my hand has saved
From their oppressors--to defend the ground
Ye stand upon-oh what have not braved,
Behold the marks of honor have won
The citizens I've rescued from Tie foe
Where, Caius, wouldst thou now be, but for ono
Whose head, thou, migrate seekest to bring low'
Behold him there, ye Romans, high in power,
I he second ruler ofour sovereign state
But for my valiant sword, where at this hour,
Were he' or wha, perchance had been his fate'
Such are my treasons, countrymen; for these
A benefactor of his nation dies
The high in honor, power, and wealth TO please,
The peoples friend must fall a sacrifice
He ceases---can The musings of the heart
Be read in the quick glance of the eye'
See the wild flash Of Indignation dart!
Doth not the soul respond He shall not de'
But mark his willy foes-their p'acticed ken
HIS pierced the nmost foldings ofthe mind;
They fear The wavering ofreAecting men---
And seek, by other scenes, their hearts to bind
The morrow comes behold yon gathering cloud
The assembled wisdom of the Roman state-
With gesture ferce--wth angry tones, and loud.
They now, at once, decide their victims fate.
Far from the capitol this day they meet
Fearing the view should deep reflections raise,
With power their dark intentions to defeat,
And bring too strongly thoughts of other days.
but why this wild confusion' Why this haste'
What mean those fearful sounds which strike thu
ear!
sQuick to the capitol!' The traitor cast
From its hi Oh hill---and let him perish theie
Such reward let all usurpers reapi
Thus dies traitor! Soc the crowd prepare
To hurl their victim down the fearful steep.