State rights and democratic union. (Yazoo City, Miss.) 1839-18??, 1839-09-17


And hide among the mountains: thou whose cry
Sounds often in the woods, where whirl and fly
The time. worn leayes--when, with merry train,
Bacchus is on the hills, and on the plain
The full arm'd Ceres-when upon the sea
The hrine-gOds sound their horns. and merrily
The whole earth rings with pieasurc-then thy voice
Stills into silence every stirring noise,
With utmost sweetness Peallng on the hills,
| And in the echo of the dancing rills,
| And Ger the sea, and on the busy plain,
| And on The air, until all voices wane
Before its influence
| Oh come, great god, be ever our defence!
By that most gloomy day, when with cry
| Young Hyacinth fell down. and his dark eye
Was fll'd with Ginning bood-when on a bed
Ofhis own flowers he laid his wounded head,
Breathing deep signs: by those hear-cherish'd eyes
1 Oflong loved Haycinth-by all the signs
That thou, oh young Apollo. thou didst pour
On every gloomy hill and desolate shore,
Weeping at thy great soul, and making dull
| Thy ever-quenchless eye, till men were full
Ofstrange forebodings for thy lustre dimm'd,
And many chant in many fame washymn'd
Unto the pale.eyed sun: the Satyrs stay'd
Long lime in the dull woods, then on the glade
| They came and look'd for thee; and all in vain
Popr D an sought thy love, and did complain
Fol wart of light and lie;-By all thy grief,
| Outright Apollo! hear, and give relief
| To us who cry to thee
! Oh come and let us now thy glory see!
| No. IH.-To Venus.
Oh Thou, most lovely and most beautiful!
Whether thy doves now lovingly do lull
Thy bright eyes to soft slunbering upon
Some dreamy south wind: whether thou hast
| gone
| Upon the heaven nOW--or if thou art
Within some floating clond, and on its heart
Pourest rict-tinted Joy: whether thy wheels
Are touching on the sun.forsaken fields,
And brushing off the deH from bending grass,
leaving the poor green blades TO look, alas!
With dim eyes at the moon (ahl so dost thou
| Full oft quench brightness!) Venus! wheth-
er now
Thou passest DER the sea, while each light
wing
OF thy fair doves is wet-while sea.maids
bring
Sweet odours for thee (ah! how foolish they
They have not felt thy smart!
They know not, while in Ocean caves they
play,
How strong thou art.
Where er thou art, oh Venus! hear our song
Kind goddess, hear! for unto thee belong
All pleasant offerings; bright doves COO to
thee
The while they Irvine their necks with quiet
glee
Among the morning leaves; thine are all
| sounds
| Of pleasure on the earth; and where abounds
Most happiness, for thee we ever look;
Among the leaves, IN dimly-Eghted nook,
Most often hidest thou, where winds ma,
wave
Thy sunny curls, and cool airs fondly lave
Thy beaming brow, and rUfie the white wing
| Of thy tired doves; and where his love.sone
sings,
With lghtsome eyes, some little, strange,
sweet bird,
With notes tina. never but by thee are heard
Oh, in such scene, most bright, thou Hest
now,
And with half open eye
Drinkest in beauty-oh, most fair, that thou
Woulds hear our cry!
Oh thou, through whom all things upon the
Grow brighter: thou for whom even laughing
Lengthens his note: thou whom the joyous
bird
Singeth continuously: whose name is heard
In every pleasant sound: at whose warm
glance
All things look brighter: for whom wine doth
dance
More merrily within the trimming vase,
To meet thy lip: thou at whose quiet pace
Jo. leaps on faster, with louder laugh,
And Sorrow losses to the sea his stat,
And pushes back the hair from bis dim eyes,
To look again upon forgotten skies;
While Avarice forgets to count bis gold,
Yes, unto thee his wither'd hand doth hold
Fill'd with that heart-blood: thou, to whose
high might
All things are made to bow,
Come thou to US, and turn thy looks Of light
Upon Us noWl
oh hear, great Goddess! thou whom all obey
AZ whose desire rough Satyls leave their play,
And gather wild flowers, decking the bright
hair
OF her thy love, and Oft black berries bear,
To shame them q her eyes: Oh thou! to-
They issp in avkvsid mood, within he
gloom