Morning herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1837-1840, 1839-08-09

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rned with the splendid spells and trophies Of Rome,
struced the beds the waters then restored
heir channe and the secret spot where the remains
had been deposited forever concealed BY the
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the work.
he following lines written by the Hon. Edward Everett
Of this historical fact:-
When am dead, no pageant train
Shall waste their SORROWS at ny bier,
Nor worthless PomP Of homage vain
Stain it with hyPecritic tear; e
For will die as did live,
Nor take the boon | Cannot give.
Ys shall not raise marble bust
Upon the spot where rspose;
We shall not fswn around my dust,
In hollow Circumstance Of woes;
s. Nor sculptsred clay with lying breath
Insult the clay that mouds beneath.
Ye shall not pile with servile toll
Your nonsn,ns upon Ry breast;
Nor yet within the common soil
Lay down the wreck Of power to rests
Where man boast that he has trod
On him who was " the Scourge Of God"
Bat We the mountain stream shall turn,
And lay its secret channel bare,
And hollow for your sovereigns urn
A resting place forever there;
Then BIZ its everlasting springs
Flow back upon the king Of kings
And never be the secret said,
Until the deep gives up its dead.
Ny gold and silver ye shall fling
Back 10 the cods that gave them birth;
The captured crown Of many king,
The ransom oil conquered earth;
For cen though dead will control
The trophies of capitol.
But when beneath the mountaia tide
we've laid your monarch down to rot
Ye shall not rear upon its side
Pillar nor mound TO mark the spot;
For long enough the world hath shook
Beneath the terror Of my look;
And that have run my race,
Tbs astonished realms shalt rest space.
Ny course waslikc a river deep,
And from the northern hills burst,
Across The world in wrath to sweep,
AAd where went the spot was curst;
Nor blade OF grass aga'n was seen
Where Alarc and has hosts had been.
See how their naughty barriers fail,
Beneath the terror Of the GOTH
Their ron-bressted legions quail
Before my ruthless Sabaothj
And lew the "Qusea Of Empire" kneels,
And groves at my chariot wheels.
Not for myself did ascend
In judgment my triunphal car;
Twas God alone ON high did send
The avenging Scythian to the war;
TO shake abroad with iron hand
The appointed scourge at his command.
With iron hand that scourge reard
Der guilty king and guilty realm;
Destruction ives the ship steered,
AID Vengeance sat upon the helm.
When launched in fury the aosd,
Ploughd ny way through seas Of blood,
And in the streams that hearts had split
Washed out the long Of guilt.
Across the everlasting Alp
poured the tsrrsnt Of my powers,
And feeble Caesars shrieked for help
In vain within the ir seven. hed towers;
Iquenched in blood the brightest gem
That glit cred in their diadem;
And struck darker, deeper dye,
IN tn purple Of the majesty;
And bads NY northern banners shine
Upon the conquered PAlatine.
My course is run, my errand done,
20 to HIM from whom caMe,
But never shall set the sun
Ofglory that adorns my name;
And Roman hearts shall Icing be sick,
When men shall think of Alarc.
My course 10 run, my errand dsne;
But darker ministers Of fate,
Impatient round the eternal throne
And in the caves Of vengeance wait;
And soon MANKIND shall blanch away
Before the name Of Attila.