New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1852-12-25
XIV.
For IL sllch holy con

Yea, Truth and Justice then
Will down return to men,
Orbed In rainbow; and like glories wearing
| Mercy will sit between,
ThrOned in celestial sheen,
With radiant feet the tissued clouds down steer
ing:
And Heaven, as at some festival,
Wllopen wide the gates of her high palace hall
But wisest Fate says no,
This must not yet be 80,
| The babe lies yet in smiling infancy,
That on the bitter cross
Must redeem our loss;
So both himself and us to glorfy:
Yet first to those ychained in sleep,
The wakeful trump of doom must thunder
through the deep.
With such horrid clang
AS on Mount Sinai rang,
While the red fire and smOuldering clouds out
brake;
The aged earth aghast,
With terror of that blast
Shall from the surface to the center shake;
When at the worlds last session,
The dreadful Judge in middle air shall spread
bis throne.
And then at last our bliss
Full and perfect u.s.
But now begins; for from this happy day
The OldDragon underground
In straiter limits bound,
Not half so far casts his usurped sway
And wrOth to see his kingdom fail,
Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail.
XIX.
The Oracles are dumb,
No voice or hideOus hum
Runs through the arched rOofin words deceiving.
Apollo from his shrine
Can no more divine,
With hollow shrek the steep of DelphOs leaving.
No nightly trance or breathed spell [cell.
Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic
The lonely mountains DER,
And the resOunding shore,
A voice of weeping heard and loud lament;
From haunted spring and dale
Edged with poplar pale,
The parting Genius is with signing sent;
With f1Owr-inwOven tresses torn mourn.
The Nymphs in twilight shade oftangled thickets
In consecrated earth,
And on the holy hearth, [plant;
The Lars, and Lemures moan with midnight
In urns, and affairs round,
A drear and dying found
Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint;
And the chill marble seems to sweat, seat.
While each peculiar Power forgoes his wOnted
xxi.
Peor and Baalim
FOrsake their temples dim,
With that twice battered God of Palestine
And mOOned AshtarOth,
Heavens queen and mother both,
Nozu cit NOT oirf Uifh tanprs holy shine:
The Lybic Harmon shrinks his horn,
In vain the Tyrian maids their wounded Than
muZ mourn.
And sullen Moloch fled,
Hath left in shadows dread
His burning idol all Of blacklist hue;
In vain with cymbals ring
They call the grisly king,
In dismal dance about the furnace blue,
The british Gods of Nile as fast,
Isis and Orus, and the dog Anubis haste
Nor is OSIRIS seen
In Memphian grove or green, loud !:
| Trampling the mshOwered grass with lowings
Nor can he be at rest
Within his sacred chest,
| Noupht but profoundest Hell can be his shroud ;
| In vain with timbreled anthems dark
The sable-stoled sOrcerers bear his worshipt ARK
He feels from Judas land
| The dreaded Infants hand,
| The rays of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn;
| Nor all the Gods beside,
| Longer dare abide
| Not Typhon huge ending in snaky twlne;
| Our babe to show his GOdhead true. lcrew;
| Can in his swaddling bands control the damned
xXvI.
SOwhen the sun In bed
| Curtained with cloudy red,
Pillows his chin upon an orient wave
| The Aocking shadows pale
Troop to the Internal JAIL
Each fettered ghost slips to his several grave
And the yellow skirted Fayes
Fly after the night steeds, leaving their moon
loved maze.
But see the Virgin blest
Hath laid her Babe to rest,
Time is our tedious song should here have ending
Heavens youngest teemed star p.
Hath fixed her polished car, ing:
Her sleeping Lord with handmade lamp attend
| And all about the cOurtly stable
Bright harnessed Angels sit in order serviceable.
Last Night aud To-Day.
Oar last bulletin of the weather was unfa-
vorable; it was at midnight and heavy rain was fall
ing through foggy atmosphere into wilderness OF
mud. The wind, however, was veering westward and
there was ground for hope that Christmas Day mlsa'
be fair.
In consequence of the storm, trade was somewna'
circumscribed yet rejoioed to notice greai
number of mysterious packages in the care OF the good
ola santa Claus and doubt not that his little pets have
been well remembered.
Our Reporters TOOK hasty survey Of the town 'as'
evening and found several items Of interest regard
ing churches, &c.
| cHuRcHEs AND sElvIcEs.
Atst. Mary's Church, 0oman Cathohc) corner o.