State rights and democratic union. (Yazoo City, Miss.) 1839-18??, 1839-09-17
lou who inyisibly dost ever stand

Thou who invisihly dost ever stand
Near each high orator; and, hand in hand
With the gold.robed Apollo, touch the tongue
vi every poet; on whom men have hung
With strange enchantnent, when in dark dis.
Thou hast descended from cloud .curtained
skies,
And lifted up thy voice, to teach bold men
Thy world-arousing art: oh thou! that when
The ocean was untrack'd, didst teach them
send
Great ships upon il: thou who lost extend
In storm calm prof. section to the hopes
Of the fair merchant: thou who on the stones
Of Mount CyDlene first madest sound the lvre
Aud many toned hard with childish FIRE.
And thine own beauty sounding in the caves
A strange new tune, unlike the ruder slaves
That Fan had utter'd-while each wondering
nymph
Came out from tree and mountain. and nnre
lymph
Ofncuntain stream, to drink each rolling note
That DER the listening woods die run and float
With fine clear tone,
Like silver trumpets DER still waters blown:
Oh, matchless Artist thou Of wondrous SIX II i,
who didst IN ages past the wild, eartn Eli
Ith every usefulness: thou who dosi teach
Qnick. witted thieves the miser's gold to reach,
And rob him of his sleep for mans night,
Getting thee c9Ises: oh, mlschievous Sprite!
Thou Rogne.god Mercury! ever glad 20 cheat
All gods and men; with mute and noiseless
feet
Going in search OF mischief; now to steal
The fiery spear of Mars, now clog the wheel
OF bright Apollo's car, that it may crawl
Most slowly upward: thou whom wrestlers
call,
Whether the strive upon the level green
At dewy nightfaIl, under the dim screen.
OF ancient OAK, OF az The sacred games
In fierce contes F: thou whom each then names
In halt, thought prayer, when the quick breath
is drawn
For the last struggle: thou whom on the lawn
TIL victor praises. naking unto thee
Offering for his proud honours-let US be
Under care:
Oh, winged messenger. hear, hear our
prayer
No. VI. To Bacchus
Where art thou, Bacchusl On me vine spread
hills
OF some itch country, where the red VINE
fills
The CLUSTERED grapes--slaining thy lips all
red
Wi'h generous liquor-pouring on thy head
The odorous wine, and ever holding up
Unto the smiling sun thy drumming cup.
And filing IT with light? Or doth thy car,
Under the blaze of the far northern star
Roll over Thracla's while all around
Are Shouting Bacchapals and every sound
Of merry revelry, W lie distant men
Start at thy nosings? Or in shady glen
RecIine~t thou, beneath green ivy leaves,
And idlest off the day, while each Faun
weayes
Green garlands for thee. slipping the rich bowl
That thou hast given him-wh'le tn loud roll
Of thy all-conque-ing wheels is heard no more,
And thy strong tigers have lain down before
Thy grape-stan'd feet!
Oh, Bacchus! come and meet
Thy worshippers, the while. with merry lore
OF ancient song, thy godhead they do greet!
Oh thou who lowest pleasure! at whose heart
Rich wine is always felt; who hast part
OF merry maidens join'st, where the glance
Of bright black eyes, or white and twlnkling
feet
OF JOYOUS fair ones; doth thy quick eyes greet
Upon some summer green: Maker of JOY
To all care. troubled men! who dost destroy
The piercing pangs of grief; for whom the
maids
Weave IVY garlands, and in pleasant glades
Hang up thy image. and with beamlng looks
Go dancing round, while shepherds with their
crooks
Joint the glad company. ~ "af'
With merry laugh aud II ny a gleesome lout,
Staining with rich dark grapes each little
cheek
They most do love; and then, with sudden
freak,
Taking the willing hand, and dancing on
About the green mound: Oh, thou merr. Son
OF lofty JoVe.
Wherever thou dost rove
Among the grape vines, come, ere day IS done
And let us loo thy sunny influence prove!
Where art thou, Conqueror? before whom fell
The iewell'd kings Of Ind, when the song
swell
or thy great multitades came on them, and
Thou hadst thy thyrsus in thy red right hand,
Shaking it over them, till every soul
Grew faint as with wild lightning: when the
roll
Of thv great chariot. wheels was on the neck
OF MANY a conqueror; when thou dldst cneck
Thy tigers and thy lynxes at the shore