New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1846-07-25

Vhe 81 the hubB 10Y Up TUG ICc,
For great day Of jubilee
The Jalisn month bad brought
Woe TO country when the weeds
Grow darby on its altar hearth
And fade from memory the deeds
OF men who woke the slcep OF earth
Cementing, IN the battle s;orn,
With their beat blood The blocks that form
A dome where millions meet
A stately dome Of many doors
To ali unfolced, and whose floors
Are trod by chainlesa feet.
III.
What pictures TO poetic eye
More beau.eous than these wood gin sadet
Fields fall OF oA,s and bearded rye,
And dark green corn with Haunting blades
Warm airs, in dalliapce With The wheat,
Awaken murmurs lou and s~eel,
And sturdy respers swing
Light cradles now on bill and plain.
And from their fuger-po points The grain'
With measured motion, Ting.
When Noon pours down his fercest ray,
And seems a-BlaEe the gliding riL,
The bird sits painting on the spray
With lifted wing and open bill
JJoon the meadows grassy tioor
Beneath old oaks--,heir dinner Ger
Hsy.making groups recine;
From sunny grass.lands to the cool,
Dark waters Of the shaded pool
Wend slow the weary kine.
Ere thunder shakes the solid land
And the big drops drench hill and vale.
Herds ia the withering pasture stand,
With necks ou,stretchej, and snuff the gale
Changed in a moment Is the sky
From azure of the deepest dye
To gloomy funeral black;
Aud the broad mirror Of the stream
Blinds with It's brightness, while the CLEAN
or lightning gives it back.
When over Is the pleasant shower
The birds song of transport wake,
And diamonds in the sbelleripg bower,
From their oiled plumage bIithely shake:
Earth laughs, endowed with newer life,
And subtle airs, with fragrance riie'
Lift the damp, Whispering leaves;
And brivkly now. In fields Of grain,
Tolls, With youthful band. the swain
To dry the dripping sheaves.
The choking Summer dust that made
The faint, way .fariug crowd complain,
10 like an evil spirit laid
By music of the patering rain;
Thus often. 10 a feverish dream.
Tooes, like the murmur of a stream,
1ll'oOOlng lulms OIspcfsei
And deserts. hot aud parched before,
Transformed TO fruitful fields, no more
Tell of bligbting curse.
Stained with the ruddy hue of blood
Young berry hunters may be aecn
Bearing full baskets from the wood
With brake-leaf covers fresh and green
And when the magic afternoon
or Saturday, that ends too soon.
DepopuIates the school;
Go.forth throug OF urchins brave,
Shouting their joy, TO breast the wave
In pond or dimpling pool.
TX
When Day, aweary, on the breast
OF gentle Eve pillow iinds.
Lulled into soft. voluptuous rest.
By ripping waves and voiceful winds
Small FIRE flies, darling to and fro,
Bespangle leaves aud meadows low,
The sa 81 Su a Saa F il Heavs s with light
And dim and vapory forms take flight
From the high Eastern hills.
Month Of heroic thoughts, July
love thy hot. emorowning ray
The fleecy cloudleis of thy sky,
The gorgeous ending OF thy day:
Well art thou named-for did not he"
Derive his force and fire from thee
Whose legions tanned The world
Flamed In his glance thy levin red,
Tuned by Thy thunder was his tread
With Rome's old flag unfurled.
NJ.
Black clouds thai interweavo a pail
To hide. a, noon, thy bursing sun
His star, in darkness punsed recall
Whom Glory's pinnacle was won:
Millions, at his eclipse, grew pale
Like shuddering children when veil
Is drawn thy brightness Ger
But alb unlike his ,imeless doom,
Tame orb energies from the gloom
Flashed Gu, has star no mosc.
hjy 18Th, 1886.
Julius Caesar, who gives name to the month. was
n In Ju)v