Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1847-07-07
The March of Mind.
Look down, immortal Homer, from the skie.
And view another Greece in glory rise.

Look down. immortal Homer, from the skies,
And view another Greece in glory rise.
Wrapped in the mantle of magma
tiont traveller stands in gloomy med
jtation amid the ruins of ancieut Greece.
He looks down the tempestuous tide of
time and views the wreck of ages and
empires! He stands with indiscribable.
emotions upon the crumbling fragments
Of grandeur where the hall Of wisdom
once stood, and the thunders OF elo-
nucnce were heard There arose the
sun of science on Athens lofty towers
and there the siberiel orbs of learning
illuminated the world. 1t was in Greece
that the mind emerged from the night
OF mental darknt sand severed the gal.
ling chains of tvrannical ignorance. Lib
erty ia the daughter Of light, she came
forth in all her glory in The gardens of
Greece. She fourished, and mankind
stood astonished at the sublimity of her
career. But where now is the glory
of Greece? where now is the land OF sci
ence and of song2 Where now are her
brave warriors-her illustrious states
n,an-her immortal poets-They have
gone down the rapid tide of time, and
have ceased to exist but on the scroll
OF fame. The lamp of learning has
been extinguished, and mental darkness
rests upon the. bosom of her land,
Gothic ignorance now dwells upon the
ruins of oriental greatness. In the
march Of mind Rome rose on the ruins
of Greece to wave. her sceptre over
the subiacated world. There Vigril
strung his Tyre TO sing Aneas' fame,
and there Cicero shook the forum with
the thunder of his eloquence. and struck
terror to the hearts Of tyrans. Rome
then. was the mistress of the world and
on her walls waved the flags Of all ma
tions. The mighty Hannibal lifted his
arm against her, but she crushed it,
and Carthage. IN whose walls queen
Dido entertained Eneas, fell before her.
Caesar then lived-his path was con-
quest. and dreadful was the fate OF that
warrior, who dared the vengence OF his
arm. But where now in Caesar! and
where is Cicero? Alas! they have
been murdercd!-ana where now is
mighty Rome? She has been tumbled
over the pricipice Of faction. and has
been lost in the whirlpool of anarchy.
A barbarian torrent has run over the
blooming gardens of Italy, and the Goth
and Vandal have prostrated her for
ever. The brilliant sun of scienee, that
arose on the gardens of Greece, was
destined to shine On the ruins of 4 onae,
and went down in the night of time
TO rise in another hemisphere.
In the march of mind, France plung.
ing in the vortex; OF a bloody revolu
aion, arrests the attention. | behold
Napoleon as he rises like giant from
his slumbers and sets himself on the
throne Of the Boufbons. He arose
he conquered-he fourished. He
pointed his thunder at Italy, and she
fell before him. He levelled his light
ming at Spain. and she tremblea He 1
sounded the knell of vengeance on the
plains OF Austerlitz, and all Europe was
at his feet. He was greater than
Alexander. But where now is the
Fench Emperor Where now is Ma
poleon. Bonapartel He has fallen from
the throne of the C@zars, on which he
seated himself in Moscow. The ire. !
mendous military drama has closed.
and the great tragedian has left the
stage forever. His race was short,
but, It was glorious. It was like the
meteor that flames along the horizon
for a monet and disappears. The
Lion of England has triunpilcd over