Liberty advocate. [volume] (Liberty, Miss.) 1835-1866, 1845-10-11

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All day, as day istcckonedAn the earth,
I've wandered IN these dnIand awful aises,
Shut from tho blue and breezy dome Of Heaven
While thoughts, Wild, dfcur, aud shudowy,
have swept
Across my Oweslfuck soul, like spectrcs DER
The wizards magic glass, or thunder clouds
Der the blue waters Of the deep And now
l'll sit me down upon yon broken rock
10 muse upon the strange aud solemn things
zoe this mysterious realm,
All day my steps
Have been amid the beautiful, the wild,
The gloomy, the terrific. Chrystal founl'
Almost invisible III their serene
And pure transparency--high, pillOr'd domes
With stars and flowers all frottcd like the halls
OF Oriental Monarchs-rivers dark
And drcar and voiceess as obliyion's stream
That flows through Deaths dim vale of silence
Cults all lathomless, down which the loosen'd
rock
Punges, until its Tar off echoes come
Fainter and fainter, like the dying roll
OF thunders in the distanCe-stygan pools
Whose agitate waves give back sound
Hollow and dismal, like the sullen roar
In the volcanoes depths-these, these have left
Their spell upon me, and the ir memories
Have passed into my spirit, and are now
Blent with my being, till they seem a part
Of my own immortality.
Cons hand,
At the creation, followed out this vast
Domain of darkness, where nor herb nor flower
Fer sprang amid the sands, nor dews nor rains
Nor blessed sunbeams fell with fresh ming power
Nor gentle breeze its Eden message told
Amid the dreadful gloom. Six thousand years
Swept DER the earth ere human foot prints
marked
This subterranean desert Centuries
| Like shadows came and passed, and not sound
Was in this realm, save when at intervals,
In the long lapse of ages, some huge mass
OF overhanging rock fell laundering down.
Its echoes sounding through these corridors
A moment, and then dying in a hush
lOf silence such as brooded DER the earth
When earth was chaos. The great mastodon,
! The dreaded monster of tho elder world,
Passed DER this mighty cavern and his tread
Bent the old forest oaks like fragile reeds
| And made earth tremble-armies in their pride
Perchance have met above it in the shock
or war with shout and groan and clarion blast
And the hoarse echoes of the thunder gun
The storm, the whirlwind, and the hurricane
Have roared above it, and the bursting cloud
Sent down its red and crashing thunde rbolt-
Earthquakes have trampled DER it in their wrath
Rocking earth's surface as the storm.wind rock
The old Atlantic-yet no sound of these
Fer came down to the everlasting depths
/ Of these dark solitudes.
How oft we gaze
With awe or admiration on the new
And unfamiliar, but pass coldly by
The lovelier and the mghtier Wonderful
In this lone world of darkness and of gloom,
But far more wonderful yon outer world
Lit by the glorious sun. These arches swell
Sublime in lone ane dim magnifcence,
But how sublimer Gods blue canopy
Beleaguered with his burning cherubims,
Keeping their watch eternal Beautiful
Are all the thousand snow-white gems that lie
In these mysterious chambers cleaning out
Amid the melancholy gloom, and wild
These rocky hills and cliffs, and CULTS, but far
| More beautiful and wild the things that erect
The wanderer in our world of light-the stars
Floating on high like islands of the blest---
The autumn sunsets glowing like the gate
OF far off Paradise-the gorgeous clouds
On which the glories of the earth aud sky
Meet and mmingle--Earth's unnumbered
flowers
All turning up their gentle eyes to Heaven
The birds, with bright wings glancing in the
sun,
Filling the air with rainbow miniatures
The green old forests surging in the gale
The everlasting mountains on whose peaks
The setting sun burns like an altar flame
And Ocean, like pure heart rendering back
Heavens perfect image, or in his wild wrath
Heaving and tossing like the stormy breast
OF chained giant in his agony.
WING CANDIDATES FOR CONGRESS. =
Nessrs. Tompkins, Starke and Brooke,
are now actively engaged in the canvass.
We have seen a gentleman who heard
the speech of Mr.. Tompkins at Ripley,
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