The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1855-10-13
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BY OLIVER TAYLOR. .,sfs.
1.-The author encountered, In trip along the Poto-
mao, European gentleman OF rank and education,
who, with the magnihcence OF Westminster ABBY
Doubtless before his mind, on beholdtng the simple
unadorned aspect Of Moant Vernon, remarked with
surprise, net unmixed with sarcasm. eAnd this al
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.and 10 fhfs att7 What wouldst thOu hayes itet
e'lsa y. ,9',s Nome vast t1
And eolonaded pile, whose mounting front
Should look with daring gazc in Heavens calm face
And iadamantine walls,ahd pendant arms ii5.is1
with royal deck'd, to guard the clay,
The cofln'd clay Of greatnessf Not such, notsueh
For him. These cold and solemn noekeries ( \ II
(which cunning tyranny insentssio awe s. ~ y
The pulseless souisofhis tame worshipers,
Beft not him, whose life majestic was,
I'd grand, yet eefrom ponp and empty boast
As these high, everlasting hills, and pure
As yon clear heaven which smiles upon his grave,
what wouldst thou haye9 Is not this spot Of earth
Moa .beautlfulY Toll mot that dolful beli,'
bNkSat not. Its tones might, well bent t'.
The wall OF woe, stern image Of shroud.
And pall, and agonizing fears; but this ee 5s
bh, this--why, its scene ofjoyl The blue
Rejoicing stream, Existing each stalwart rock,
sif to win the sternness from It's face, - 4
soes singing on its way past happy homes
Hest with the kindliest frnits efearth. And here
he hills have found apathway To- the sun, q !
catching the earliest smiles Of coming morn,
ndthe last glory Of departing day.
he flowers breath their hcIiest incense round,
md all the air is m usical with birds s
hat firt from spray to spray.
And here, in this
questered nook, where treesof deathless verdure
ring from out the molde-iakiDg theirroot
ON consectated dust--here slnmbers hil-
i Of greatness that can diel Tread lightly
rmethink his ainted spirit broods In all
prstdm' d air, and hallows every scene u
this most lovely spot ,s,.,
is .4ad is this a,t7
ok to thy lordiy Isle, and say to them
ho wear their greatness in a jewel'd starr
|urpuIe robe and biazon'd sepplcher, Z Il
although hast seen the grave of him whose fame :
yedded to eternity beneath VI icN IS 2sks
hose eye tteir naughty lion quail'd; before
hose eye eafth's proudest monarch shrunk, abashet
their bitterness; and whose mighty arm
yasthatbroke, as straws, the CALLING yokes, +.
dashed to earth the clanking chains they fcrm'd
men offree-born souls! e iy,s a 49, =
say, besides that grave thou sawest one, who,
mis- own lofty hills and ehainless foods
othe theye name Of tyrant how'd
there, and felt such aspirytiou high,
b price unutterable, and such holy awe 4 .s.
no Delphian vale, no pilgrim shrine
blessed Mecca, and no holderng cross
rHer, clad in verdure rich with blood
hartyred saites or Warrior, erecouldstir 81
hin his youthful yeies7 And his but one seGs
vice ten million teartsthat throb like his; q s
b gather here such nerve forRoblc deeds, M Z
Ii shonldso rash, intruding foe ere dare
wrasf from them tho sacred birhfght won reg
him VITO alumbers here, oreyer seek, 5ls2,i
tn sacrilegious hand, to.mar the deep 'ii,
pose 81 the most consecrated spot, then
multitudinous as the ocean waves, Yss4ss
eir swords would ieap from out their sheath ant
t% strike ytH
shsir asenging arms for freedom, homo
God, ,deeming their lives paltry price
the bare priviiege to fight for such
ieritagel WI II, Il +, sss
- \ 4 And say, the grayetha thus
uid fire the heart Of youth could win the love
matron and of maid, none need trace
biazon,d eulogy no funeral urn, 5,s
sculptur'd shaft OF 2srian marble, &
no bristling arms o'ercanopiel with gold,
tslmple, grand, serene as his own life,
les within the dim old woods he lov'd :.
we'll the broad blue heaven smiles above, Z
epitaph:ihe stream that murmurs by, W t
everlasting dirge. =.
aTs73; II. Back withthy thoughts
aordiy birth; bring not thy empty Happipgss
re. He needs them q ot. las x .5s.
tis the custom Of vessels to toll their bells when
gsine Mount Vernon. 5 II & MY 4