The native American., 1840-07-25
PO L Y.

Il Magnifcent Poen.--We know our readers
will agree with us in deep admra'ion OF the
annexed splendid lyric. II is full Of life and
beauty. The author is Wilians Pitt Palmer,
Esq, Of New York and the editor of the knlck-
erbocker, from which we quote it, speaks OF him
thus: Filling a toilful and responsible situation
in public office, he gains leisure but seldom to
embody his beautiful conceptions but when we
find al our desk small slip OF refuse otfice-pa-
per, in the hand writing Of Mr.. Palmer unac-
compained by ostentatious, self-crticism, or So
lciation of any kind,we always anticipate rich
intellectual treat, and we are never disappointed.
In this wise came the following; which IN aitia-
ence of thought, beauty Of imagery, and meledy
Of language, we have rarely seen surpassed -
Phil. Gaz.
HYMN OF LIGHT.
Bright ef1inence of bright essence increate
Before the sun, before the heavens, thou vert
MILTON.
From the oaickened womb of the primal gloom
The sun rolled black and ba,e.
Till wove him vest for his Ethiop breast,
Ofthe threads of my golden hair,
And when the broad tent OF the armament
Arose on its airy spars,
pencilied the hue OF its machless blue,
Aud spangied it round with stars.
I painted the flowers OF the Eden bowers,
And their leaves of living greens
And mine were the dyes in the snless eyes
Or Edeus virgin queen;
And when the Fiend's art on her trusttul heart,
Had fastened its mortal spell,
In the sllvery sphere Of the hrst-born tear,
To the trembling eartn fell
When the waves that burst 90" a world accursed
Their work of wrath had Sped
And the Arks lone few, the tried and true,
Came forth among the dead;
With the wondrous cleans OF my braided oeahs'
l bade their terrors cease, .
As wrote on the roll of the storms dark stroli
Gods covenant of peace.
Like pail at rest on puIseess breast,
Nights funeral shadow slept,
Where shepherd swains on the Bethlehem plans
Their lonely vigiis kept
When flashed on their sight the herads bright
OF heavens redeemng plan,
AS they chaunted the morn of a Saviour born
Joy, Joy to the out cast Man!
Equal favor show to the lofty and low,
On the just and unjust descend
Fen the bna whose vain spheres roll in darkness and
tears :,
Feel nv smile the smile Q! friend;
Nav the flower of the waste by my love IS embraced
As the rose in the garden OF kings,
At the chrys ysais bier Of the worm appear,
And 10! the gay butterfly wings!
The deso!ate Morn. like mourner fororn,
Conceais all the pride OF her charms,
Till bid the bright Hours chase the Night from her
bowers, .,.
And lead the young Day to her arms:
And when the gay rover seeks Eve fer his lover,
And sinks to her balmy repose,
wrap their soft rest by the zephy yr.fanned west,
In curtains of amber and lose.
From my sentinel steep, by the aight-brooded deep,
gaze with unslumberng eye,
When the cynosu,e star of the mariner
Is botted from the sky;
And guided by me through the merciess sea,
Though sped by the hurricane's s WINGS
His composites bark, toae, we tering, dark,
To the haven home safely he brings.
waken the flowers in their dew spangled bowers,
The birds in their chambers Of green,
And mountsin and plain glow with beauty again.
As they bask in my nanal sheen
If such the glad worth Of my presence to earth,
Though fitfnl and Aeeng the while,
What gIores must rest on the home Of the blest,
Ever bright with the DEITY's smile