New-York daily tribune., 1845-03-28
THE TRIBUNE.
WRITERS LITTLE KNOWN AMONG US.
Mines Landor :. Julius Hare.


LET him go down,-the gallant Sun
HIS work Is nobiy dOne
Well may He now absorb
Within his solid orb
The rays so beautiful and strong,
The rays that have been out 30 long Lsong.
Embracing this delighted land with mystic
. Let the brave Sun go down 10 his rePose,
And though his heart be kind,
He need not mourn for those
He leaves behind
He knows that when his ardent throne
IS rolled beyond the yaulllng sky,
The Earth shall not be left alone
10 darkness and perpexlty.
We shall not sit in suIlcn sorrow
Expec;ant OF tardy morrow,
But there where he himself arose,
Another power shall rise,
And gracious rivalry disclose
To our reverted eyes,
Between the passing spendor and the born,
Which can the most our happy world adorn
The light of Nigh, shall rise
Not as III Northern skies,
A mem, ry Of the day, dream
OF sunshine, something that might seem
Between a shadow and glram,
mystery, maiden
Whose spirit worn and sorrow-!aden
Pieasan, imaginauons vile
Into u visionary smile,
A novice yelled IN vapory shroudH,
A limid huntress, whom the clouds
Rather pursue than shun,-
With far another men,
Wilt thou come forth serene,
Thou full and perfect Queen,
Moon oi the South. twin-slsler Ol the sun.
Sill harborci in his tent OF cloth Of gold
He seems thy ordered presence TO await,
In his puru soul rejoicing TO behold
The MAJESTY OF his successors state,
Salutlng thy ascent
With many a tender and triumphant tone
Compassed in his celestial instrument,
And harmonies of hue to other climes unknown
He, toe, who knows what melody OF word
May with that visual music best accord,
Why does the Bard his homage now delay
As IN the ancient East,
The royal Minstre-Priest
Sang TO his harp that HalleluJah lay
OF the Sun bridegroom ready for his way,
So, in the regions OF the later West
This blessed cven-tlde,
Is there no Poet whose divine behest
Shall be TO hail the bride?
A feeble voice may give an earnest SOUND,
And grateful hearts are measured not by power,
Therefore may ], tho namecss and uncrowned
Protier u friendly tribute TO thy dover.
For on the midland Sea sailed OF Old,
Leading l!iy line OF narrow rlppled light,
And saw it grow field Of frosted gold,
With every boat Shadow IN the Bright
Aud many playful fancy has been nlne,
AS have watched the shapes thy glory made,
Gllmpslng like starlight through the massive pine,
Or finely trelllscd by mimosa shade;
And now trace each moment OF thy spell,
That frees from mortal stain these venice Isles
From ewes rich shield 10 morns iranslucid smell,
From Loves young glow 10 Love seNpinns smiles
We gaze upon the faces we hold dear,
Each feature in thy rays as we'll defined.
AS lust g symbol OF informing mlnd,
As when the noon is on them full and clear;
Vel all some wise attempcred and subdued,
Not lar from what to Faiths prospective eyes
Transfgured creatures OF beautudc
From earthly graves arise
Those evenings, oh those evenings, when with one,
Then the worlds lovellness, now wholly mine,
| stood beside the salient iOunts that Shone
FIJI trontispiecc TO Peters Roman shrine;
| knew how fair were She and They
In every bright device OF day,
ilhappy a lark on wing,
singing, glistening dancing thing,
With JOY and grace that seemed 10 DC
OF Natures pure necessity;
But when, . holy Moon. Thy might
Turned all the water into light.
And each enchanted Fountain wore
Dryluer beauty than before,
pillar of aspiring beams,
An ever falling veil OF Sleams,-
She who in days most lively hour
Had something of composing power
About her mrthful lips and eyes,
Sweet folly making others wise,-
Was ves;ed with sudden sense
OF great aud grave intelligence,
Asi in my reflex she saw
The process OF eternal law,
Gods conscious pleasure working Out
Through all the Passion, Pam, and Doubt =
And thus did She and Thou lmpsr
Such knowledge 10 my listening heart,
Such sympahlcs ds word or pen
Can never tell asainl
An spirits md themselves fulfilled IN Thee,
The glad have triumph and the mourning balm;
Dear God how wondrous that thing should be
SO very glorious and so very calm
The lover, standing on lonely hight,
Rests his sad gaze upon the scene below,
Lapt III The trance OF thy perradlns Slow,
Till pleasant tears obscure his rensve slsht;
And III his bosom those long-snoihered f'aines,
The Scorching elements OF VAIN desire,
Taking the nature OF thy gentle fire,
Play roundth heart in peace, while he eXcalnis
"Surely, my Love is out somewhere tonight!
WHY arr thou thus companionable Why
Do we no, love thy light alone, but Thee
Is it that though thou art SO pure and high,
Thou doSt no, shock our senses, as they be T!
That our poor eyes rest ON thee, and descry
Islands of earth within thy golden sea
Or should the root be sought
in some unconscious thought,
That thy fne presence Is not Eore thine own
Than are our souls adjoining SSpendors ours =
Than are the energies and powers,
With which reflected light alone
lllumnates the living hours,
From our own wells OF being brought.
From virtue se!finiused or seed Of life self-sown
LINUS WIN ascent more reacv may we pass
From this delightful sharing Of thy gifts
Up 10 the common Giver, Source, and VIII;
And If, alas
His daily atfiuent light seldom lifts
To thankful ecstasy our hearts dull mas,
!t may be that our feeble sight
W III no. confront the total light
That we may love, in nature irail
10 blend The vivid with the pale,
The dazzling with the dim:
And 10 how God, all-sracious still,
Oas simplest ianclss 10 fulfil,
BIDS US, Q Southern Moon, thy beauty hail,
In ihee rejoicing and adoring Hun
WALTER StvAGe L,xooR is another writer O
the class, heretofore defined, who do no, address
The common heart or the prophetic sop of man