Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1845-05-30
NO. 81.


(Br JOHN KELLEY
Tyre Of the father West! be thou too warned,
Whose eagle wings shins own green world o'es-
spread, .-
Touching two oceans; wherefore hast thou
scorned -..
Thy fathers God, o proud and full Of bread4
Why lies the cross unhonored on thy ground,
While in mild-air thy stars and arrows faunt!
That sheaf of darts. viii it not fall unbound,
Except, disrobed in thy vain earthly vaunt,
Thou bring it to be blessed where saints and
angels haunt!
The holy seed, by Heavens peculiar grace,
Is rooted here and there in thy dark woods;
But many rank weed round it grows apacc.
And Mammon builds beside thy mighty floods,
O'ertopping Nature, Drawing Natures God;
Oh! while thou yet hast room, fair fruitful land,
Ere war and want have stained thy virgin sod,
Mark thee place on high, glorious stand,
Whence Truth her sign may make Ger forests,
lake and strand.
Eastward, this hour, perchance thou tun'ss
thine ear,
Listening if hapIy witt, the surging sea,
Blend sounds of ruin from land once dear
To Heaven. o trying hour for thee
Tyre Knocked when Salem fell Where now
isTyre1
Heaven was against her, Nations, thick as waves;
| Burst DER her walls, to ocean doomed and FIRE;
And now her tideless water idly laves
Her towers, and lone sands Leap her crowned
merchants graves.
Author of"The Christian Year."
(Frorn the New York Journal of Commerce.J
Reply to Keble's Address to the U. States
| TO THE REV. JOHN KEBLs, ENGLAND.
With compliments,
In return for the affectionate salute
So CALAMITY and POLITICALLY fred at
The United States.
Il To England's genius and to thees
John Keble or John Bull,
In palinode or parody
Quoth Jonathan in full.
What thy prophetic voice hath spoken,
: Dear John, it's hoped WILDE,
With all its kind fraternal token,
Ere long fulfilled in thee.
Tyre of the farther North! be chou too warned,
Whose dragon wing thine own green Isle Ger
/, spread,
and the t,cain oceans, wherefore hast thou
scorned
The living God, for idols and the dead7
Why stands the cross In m0ckry on thy
ground,
While in mild air, thy Jlood-stained banners
faunt!
In Rome's toulgrasp will not thy flag be foussdl
# still, arrayedin thy vain earthly vaunt.
Or still avith anti-puritaaic taunt,
Thou bring it the blessed where ,oolpes IN sur
pHce haunt?
The holy seed by Heavens peculiar grace,
y Sprouts here and there in thy old druid woods:
But Morns and Mistles found it grow apace,
And aUarice builds beside thy ,,arro,U foods,
7o,ver, tomb, or temple, to her golden God;
Ah, ,ohik thou ruayst, If get thou ea'tst, proud
. land
Ere ,Ornth and ruin tread thy tainted sod,
Mark thee place on high, ,Uhere Truth may
stand
In naked majesty sereneiy bland,
And her own signals make o'e, city, field, and
strand
J. Westward, this hour. perchaDcs thou sum'A
- thine ear
}. Listening if hapy with the surging sea,
Blend sounds of ruin from land still dear
l. To Heaven. o, fearful trying hour for thee
Tyre Knocked when Salem fell Where now 10
Tyre!
O Heaven was against her. Nations, thick as waves;
Burst DER her walls to ocean doomed and fire /,
Do,cr sank her Gods dgod in sea7gree, eauss,
And now her tdeless water idly laves
Her towers, and lone sands heap her princely met-
chants graves. NovANGLrs.
Packed up HIma'aty.-A Baltimore paper
states, that information has been received in that
city of negro servant girl, belonging to Mr.. Ben
ljamin Ross, who has been missing for some time.
have hos