New-York daily tribune., 1845-12-24
THE AGES. For The Tribune.
By II. HUBBARD.

By II. HUBBARD.
.,.~bo with iron hands and earnest souls
1--we for yourselves future and name.
1--we who with prophetic vision hail
~ ~ generations of the free and wise
..r.,ond u.s. for moment pause
The Ages,
9Th their unceasiug round and onward flight,
,.sroyi1y and rebuilding. are not voceless
souo the dark years where like misty Dream
:,t aforementioned, with its Temples, Thrones
md mighty Hearts and never dying Names,
ne venerable Ed slumbers in clouds,
glorious spirit comes Ii is the free.
She uubendng impulse Of u world Of souls,
Inward and onward. Kings from their high thrones
g:v thunder-Prests from their dark shrines invoke
Ts blind and haggard Spirit that OF old
,dsoned the world,-but the free Soul OF Man
like the invisible Hand that stayed the VIII,
ind struck the prosecuting Pharisee,
ader and horse. adown shall wander forth,
srcng in lis godlike armor, and false Kings
And biasphemous Men alike shall see
Tbe conquering progress OF the wise and tree.
How turns the soul, revolving, from the sight
0iih long years of yyo, when human gods
aede DER the PROSTATE millions OF the world
Tben Kings we're kinglike only in their wrath
and power Ct desolation. and the Priest
ruising from the Altar where his tongue
lid ranked with deep hypocrisy.
slinding Earth And SO slaves of men were made
Ind that most foul of Human Slavery
which letters not the limbs. but chains the mind
rptl the sense OF Freedom and high Truth
And human Destiny are wrecked and gone.
ln3 the poor Spirit deems itself most free.
And smiles in foolish ignorance OF chains
Ofold, when War and Ignorance were food
IA, Tyranny TO iatten on aud thrive,
Vim Of the ,hrong of robed Priests and Kings
Nf 'roilf fSyoIs Ory tho
M all the hosts lha; iai;ened on the sweat
nj the world down.crushed millions, could behold
through the dark wreck OF unsu bstantial things
The hand that holds the plow fixed or a Throne,
And the tough frame firm by long years of toll
Bearing Nations weight Chained TO the soil,
The weary Laborer drove his team afeld.
And wondered that the Heavens should give the
ground
To tho who scorned the honest hand that titled it,
And who disdained its culture: The quick soul
OF the poor Artisan who wrought for food
And for the worlds necessities and pleasures.
With sur plant frame bent by the lordly side
ofs severe task master. Then shrunk back
From the false world the high inventive Mind,
For Custom with its train Of WORKOUT useless
thoughts,
ss, like Dagon crowned mid worshipers;
And the pure, Godlike Thought which shaped itself
In.o Human Blessing, was curse
And basphemy 10 them.
Free though unseen,
Tie Spirit Of the Ages dwelt with men;
And here and there soul prophetic saw
The millions rising from the fertile soil
And dashing Tyranny below they saw
Anew Nobility, whose honors were
The signs OF Labor and chainless Soul,-
mind ambitious to obey rule,
Asvutue's call demanded the strong chains
Forged in the centuries OF wo, were thrown
Broken and shivered by,-and Man. the free,
God.honored, rose and claspcd his Brothers hand,
Filled with a noble and impulsive soul
Impulsive 10 all generous deeds of high
And viruous daring
Thou free Soul of Man
Though in the Ages old, the heavy chains
OfTyranny were laid ON thee, and deep
In dungeons damp thy lingering years were shut.
Thou from thy chains and prisons didst go forth,
Free as the fires of Heaven. Thy holy truths
Were areligion unto ,hec--thy faith
Wasin thine own suticiency OF power
Thy martyrs were The noble Thoughts that died
In The cold cells of dungeons. or fell dead
On the cold ears OF an insensiblc world.
The mountain plowing Heaven on lis high head
The Sea- imaging the invisible One
The Sky, throwing the innumerable spheres
The inner temples of the invisible world
The Beauty and the Glory Of the Earth
Win all its multitude of holy things,
Were yet around thee and thou, too, in them.
And the still years aboring in patience on.
And oiing for thy glory and thy power,
Brought and still brings for all thy earnest prayers
alright fulfilling hour.
The old world yet
Groans with its many pangs; and hard and long
The Gods Of Zend Avesta struggled there,
But Courage, thou good spirit-for the world
Shall yet behold thee triumph and rejoice
But here where centre all those Ancient dreams
Which gladdened ancient men, the Sons of Toll
/ They OF the iron hand and earnes, soul
Glow with availing Labor; and the true
And high born Dignity of Manhood sits
Onpatent Labor ,oiling TO lis end.
All who shall limit with usurping mind
Thy progress, Human Freedom Who shall stay
Thy winged spirit, high.born, ioiling Soul,
Cato thy task The Ages from aiar
Point with their misty arms. and smile TO see
1heconquering progress OF the wise and free