Richmond enquirer. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1815-1867, 1851-02-11
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pRAIsE wnrcH rs PRAISE INDEED. :


PRAISE WHICH is PRAISE INDEED.
We take great pleasure in giving place to the following
beautiful lines which come from the praes OF inc
Great West, They from the glowing pen OF fair oaugn
Ter Of our old mother yignia suggested BY reading
the account of young Calls progress in the noble art OF
scnlpture They are worthy tribute to young ana rising
n; Love for her native land breahes In every verse
showing how truly old Horace wrote, when he said:
"Cslum non animum muan,, qui trans monies eurrun"
II In pleasing TO zee virgnias daughters thus cast
longing glance from their prairie homes back to their pa
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account Of Alexander Gait Of Norfolk, the young pfs<
The evening sun of Italy 10 snking to his rest
A veil Of glory hangs above his exit In the west;
Within 40 artists studio lonely man reclines,
Unheedng of the radiance that round his chamber snes
Az the streaming upon the statues there
Spreads feike rosy shadows on the marble pale and fa
why sits he thus unconscious in the balmy sventlds
Amid thess trophies Of his children of his mind
who silently around the laurel wreath have twined
Far other thoughts are cleaning In his ye
Than that which resrs monument to gda selfish fame,
And wreaihss tho tiumphs Of life around single
He 10 dreaming of his mountain land of all her glorious past
Oh 10 il fond ambition to dream that he may bring
10 sacsee life % her and With is willing hand
Spread the soft glow which Science sheds upon her
land2
At length bis thoughts grown audible the silent echoes woke
And thus his words Of pao. love upon tho stiffness broke
ssOh Italy il fair |!
Her cloudsss skies and golden sunsets teem
With inspiration for poets dream,
And gentle flowers of Eden beauty gleam
Ironn ma
Upon my eager gaze
The relics of her ancient grandeur shiue
Tho ruined arch, the desoated shrine,
Where tho last beams of her lost glory twine
Their fast expiring rays.
But one unfadng star
Sheds her realm pure, undying light
The painters magic art, the sculptore might
Have linked her with the beautiful and bright
In ages still afar.
Here mus, the artist come,
And, kneeling, quaH from her unfailing spring,
And from the soul all earthly letters fling
When upward, through the clouds, on soaring wing
The spirit seeks TO roam
But from these lonely shrines
How does my heart, In this calm eventide
Leap Ger the Adanncs barrier wide,
And hail with pure and patriotic pride
Ny mountain land OF pines!
Strong In her youthful power
Shrined In the giant empire Of the West,
with freedoms star upon her flashing crest,
Tho CHERISHED home Of all tho earth's opprost-
her iofty COVER
She hath her glorious past,
Her golden recordof that ancient time,
When liberty peaPd forth her stirring chime,
And Freedom fron, her mountain heights" sublime,
Her newborn radiance cast.
Reared in her proud domain,
Earth's highest Hero filled the world with fame
Till its wide circle echoed but his name,
And affairs, that had lost the sacred flame
Of freedom, blazod again.
She hath her CHERISHED list
or names enBhrned In Immortality
Names that bring rapture 10 the hsart and eye
And sull will shine through centuries fitting by,
AZ through golden mist;
But, yet no Poets song
Hath walked the silent echoes of her hills,
Or leap'd In cadence with her gushing rils,
TIL the wild melody the bosom thrills
With passlon deep and long.
No Painters hand hath drawn
The majesty Of Nature here displayed,
The flashing river, and the peaceful glade
The snowy summit, Ike bride arrayed
Bathed In the rosy dawn.
No son of hers hath traced
Her heroes forms In animated atone
No graceful outline meath his touch hath grown,
TIL the cold marble, warm and life-uke shone
With beauty ne'er efaced,
Oh may the JOY be mine
To give this triumph TO my native land;
To see her great ones live beneath my hand,
And from Virginia's mountain, vale and strand,
Tho glow Of Genius shine.
The struggle shall be made
And If, when all her present fame is hoary,
can but twine fadeess wreath of glory,
mid the bright Future of my country's story
AL all viii be repaid.' L. L. c.