Southern Argus. [volume] (Columbus, Miss.) 1834-1842, 1842-03-01
From the Louisville Journal. I
UNTAFIs

All haIl thou viewless one, whose lonely wings
sweep DER the earth unweared and sublime!
Mysterious agent of the King ofkings
Whom conquerers obey, and man calls time!
Compared with thee, even centuries In their
might
Seem but like atoms in the suns broad raw.
Thou sweep'st them on IN thy majestic fliGht.
Scattering them from thy plumes like drops
OF spray
Cast from the ocean in its scornful play.
| Shrned as thou art in nv submest thoupht.
How shall my spirit hail thee! Ger the earth
Thou, with ten thousand worlds that sprang
from naught,
Began'st thy wanderings at creations birth;
Musng on thee, the expanding spirit, fled
With thoughts too vast for human elo-
quence,
ohrlnks trembling, like awoman's heart when
thrilled
With loves delicious throes, till thought in
tense
Is lost amid its own magnifcence.
Thou floatest imperceptbe TO sight,
God like, diffusing life and death around,
Swift stars shoot round thee in thy rapid flight,
Dropping like gems from midnights blue
profound;
Swept on. with tLee thro' vast immensely
Each blazing sphere in its swift course re-
wolves,
The SUNNY streams 60 singing TO the sea
And tie blue wave upon the beach dissolves
Like woman's hopes, and manhood's high
resolves.
Even every heart-bent in the bosom's cell
Steals DER the spirit like a funeral toll,
Each solemn stroke is like passing bell
Heard mid the bushes of the startled soul,
The waves of feeling tossing to and fro
Like ocean pillows restless aud sublime,
The crimson life-drops as the ebb and flow,
And the quick pulse with its unequal chime,
All beat with muffled strokes the march Of
time.
Each year, that seems so long to US, to thee,
Is but one sweep of thy majestic plume,
Bearing pale millions to the eternal sea
Thro' the dim pathway ofthe midnight tomb;
Thou touch'st the young and beautiful, and 10!
Gone are the charms thou never canst re-
store,
The fair and glossy trees-turns white as snow,
And the young voice, that MARBLES DER and
DER,
Drops is low bird-lke note, and sings no
more.
Yet in the rosy dawn of childhooj's day
How swift the joyous moments seem 10 fee;
They watt themselves like happy though is
away
Or melt Ike snow fakes dropping on the sea;
It's psstime thea to laugh awav The hours
1 lat ifzsfTtIr l1Ingie m thy cure lnes-raoe
Like dancing girls all linked with wreaths Of
flowers,
Or like swift ripples that each other chase,
Or deepning dimples DER laughing face.
Though, like bird, may pierce theiolue abyss
Of the vast deep, and soar from cline to
cline,
May float a seraph near the realms of bliss
Mute as eternity, and swift as time;
But thought viii fold its weary wing, while
thine
In It's swift flight unchecked both onward
roll,
Still working out the Almightv's great design,
The earth thy course, eternity thy goal,
Thy victims all things, save the human soul,
| All save The human soul! that exiled thing
| Chained like a captive to its cumbrous clod,
| Yet calmly leaning OH thine awful wing
To wait it onward to its Maker-God,
| 1t sits unchanged amid the wrecks oftime
Like some asst rock imprisoned in the main,
! Whose awful form in grandeur raised sublime
Beats back the bristlng surge like drops Of
rain,
Dashng them al its feet in mute disdain.
Night upon night succeeds, and day to day,
swelling thy power, and adding to thy fame,
! Thou waV'St thine awful wand, and kings
obey,
And vet thou'rt but the shadow of name,
A moment of eternity, span,
Circling creation, until time is Ger;
Then will Thy glorjes end as they began,
And undstinguished on the eternal shore
Be lost forever, and forever more.
AMELIA