New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1845-09-13

This Increasing universe
Let me too be up and dong
Something evermore pursuing
Than shall hriDg welfare only
Something nobler let Inc be
In the City by the Sea
Than a mser delvng lonely peers.
something would do for sll-something worthy Of my
Born to live when nations die the comrade Of uncouned
years.
Oh would lean and listen 10 the Breeze
Winding from air harps a seectest note
And would hear the deep bass OF the Seas
An under music float
So deity taught Id sound my Peoples march,
Through this own broad forest cline,
And hear the echoes rolled from every arch
Flung over the gulf OF Time:
But other might ill the abysmal ways
Given to a wide worlds themes
Mneling with al my own-s misty maze,
Like ntertangled dreams
Or would watch the silvery sea OF light
Swelling and lspsing all the day around
An Island Earth that laughed with long delight
Until the Eve. by one star crowned,
From the dim pillows Of distant deep,
Marched up her hushed sky with queeny sweep
OF purple robes and saw the vassal clouds,
Like rapt sdorers at solemn mass
in crimson mantled crowds,
Around her kndled shrine in silent worship pace
Thon would picture with those gorgeous hues
NV birth land I'LL her mountains, wales and capes
With legends whispered me by Historys Muse,
And certain old heroic Shapes;
But these however Muse or Man might smile,
Would fade like rainbows OF stormy sphere.
And cold and pale hang in little while
Around Cycles bier.
No, these no, these What would do should tower
A steadfast scorner of the thunder's shock
A Name a Thought, Glory, and Power
Set in the everlasting rock.
Under the music OF my heart and brain
Marble should start and ircnble into life
And men should mark beneath the daring strain
The troubled quarry's STRIFE;
There one by one the blocks should swiftly fall
From grand and beautiful creatures, who would rise
Like buried kings and queens from prison pail.
And look at with wondering eyes:
Brave men and lovely women-they VINO gave
The advancing plume OF Time starry hie;
Who talked with Splrits--carried Freedoms gsiye,
Or grasped the Immortal with Tyre:
The ONE whom Egypt taught an awful lore
On pyramdal steps, till he became
His august teachers conquerOr towering Ger
Her marble mountains, snlit with seraph flame
Himself mount of mind. whose shadow creeps
Steadily down through Times remotest Deeps;
He should appear as when his stern eye looked
Command unto the and they the bidding brooked
And SHE the first of women who could dare
The fires of Poesy nor feel them Stay
Who wasted over Egypts grim despair
Her warrior-soul in trumpet song away
She should be seen with quivefing ups apart
The pearl clasp broken on her heaving heart,
And in her hands harp OF antique mould
Which WAS by the repentsnt Deluge rolled
ON Arsrat and saved Morns pilgrim Air
should pause 10 look upon the statue there,
As If 1t held memory OF that pla:n
In whose charmed oceans overflow,
smiling people calmly dropped their CHAIN
Four thousand years ago;
And He who heard the yelled Gods walk a, night
Through the hushed chambers of his listening soul
And caught high words which understood Alright,
Are steps Of stars to an eternal goal
it'll right arm stretched aloft the GREEK should he,
Resolving worlds to Immortality
And lie the Ishmael wanderer whom
The Orbs Of Heaven with awful meaning spread
Where YEARLY the long Hat Deserts gloom
Like PROSTATE Times struck dead
Hs should appear as when he stood nj night
Alone before his dim low tent and threw
His brave dark eyes along the boundless Blue,
And saw but ONE in all It's helds OF light
HIMSELF Eterniiy-the Nameless in HIS NIGHT.
And Hx whose vision clasped the wondrous WHO'LL
Who marked on his large horoscope OF sr'
The mystic fortunes OF the human soul
All changes Of the heart
And HE who ii, the white cliffs d. bis isle
With Freedoms fires that sale on populous Lands
swinging in seas sisr, unit ihey smile
Call on their loved deliverers name
And shouting pile aloft the answering brands
On moun,an.tops sjubi.ee OF flame;
Who resting then from human labor. wooed
The folded skies in song: his prayer was heard
Heavens angel. rapt in me!odioas MOOD
The iuneful fountain OF his spirlt stifed
With shining feet tia, walked in sweet unrest
over the ripping rivers OF the best -
And HE. the Lord OF thought. whe spurned the bars
Which prison skies from tar'h upI1osing lo'a'
And measured suns and leagues Of peopled stars
That filed with thought the idiotspsce OF old -
A croup of kings fixed on solemn iil
Hands linked together. gazing on the ground
And revereniy still,
A. ;,,hey Knew the Almishiy's shadow lay around.
Nor only She who pows the sea TO reap
Harvest of empires IN the burrows the!e
should then behold her mighty children sweep
out of the parted rock 10 startled All
He should arise
An swful grandeur in his large. calm eyes
Who taught the world how low the lust OF power
Until the monarch almost loaihed the throne,
Pining to be in his trlumphai nour
Esrih's nohesi fruit truthful man Sohe.
An eagles plume. cast by the wsr-oird down
In battles storm. should darkle on his rooe
His feet should rect upon an un"orn crown
That sparkled over sn unpaaced giooe
And in his hand a blade and kneeiine oy
form should glow divine.y TAR
Winin, away whste'cr OF crimson aye
Redeemed the ialchion there.
And other. soon should wondering look at me-
Others who have III my isnd
With fires that burn externally,
never. dying hand -,
Iy who woke the cry TO arms INK WHO 'o"seNA Pe'
pies ire; -. ,;,h ID,
iE the plunderer Of the s'ofuiciO""' s'"''"s WV.
crown Of tire.
Nor these alone; for would turn and look
Into the sad world of nay soul and hni
VIVA, radiant shapes ghi simmer from s. me ho1A
In the half moon II, forest shrned.
Oh blessed shapes that shone like Eden beams
When boy hood's snless years were given 10 me,
Dancing along Lies lily Swallowed streams
And by its shining sea
No Spirit Is so poor within It's sphere.
That Beauty sits not on some lonely mountain
Or angels walk no, in the noon 10 hear
The singing bird and fountain
Whate'er Of beautiful my hear; hath known
should fame soul into the soulless stone
And gracefully over all should glow.
Her bosom pillowing broodng dove
She who did teach my darkcned heart 10 know
The Heaven of sweet young love.
All Forms all Aspirations. Aleeories,
The flush OF Life. the majesty Of Death
Times eldest Stories and swiif winged Glories
should find from me q breath