The Empire County argus., 1856-08-02
CHILD GAvrNS PILGRIMAGE.

MISSOUR1AD.
CONTINUED.
PARTHx
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And now The dappled morning opes the sky.
Far in the east, with faint bu cheering CLEAN
Nights dusky shadows TO the wesI ward Hy
Until the sun, in effugent stream
PouIs on the gladdend world his golden beam
And far ahead, Us pain
The main truck 10 the seaman's eve is caught
Now sinking meath the biow. now agan
Within his pract;cd vision it is brought
The Chimney Rock. with marvel wonder fraught.
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From the broad plain shoots up IFS dizzy crest
To war, mid heaven. with The passing cloud,
Nights neeng shadows resting on its breast,
While darkness still The rugged basement shrouds
And echo answers TO the shout aloud,
Firm fixed, unmoved from his eternal seat
Far flon the busy haunts of men and crime,
Whilst rolling suns its lofty summit greet.
1t stands sole choniclcr Of departed time!
Stern record of nnnumbered ugesl Chcops pile,
Was but barrow. when Thy date began
And The huge sentres of the sacred Nile,
In times long calendar, claim but span
To thine No mortal ever knew thy birth nor CAN
The 'Ing eagle greets hee as his friend
And perches kindly on Thy granite cone,
Thankful The resting eylie ihou dost lend
His weary wing.--nRiestic bird! Alone,
From thy tall peak, he hears the night winds moan!
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Far up The height, upon The rugged shaft,
Is ,udely carv'd full many an unknown name,
Periling The steep ascent. with unskil'd craft,
The ravIer vainly hopes TO petrify his fame.
Silly ambition. worthy praise or blame,
Child Gavin clamber'd to the dizzy height,
And on The margin of the Chmney's conc
In large italics visible to sight
lie etch'd "Sir Gavin" with Pawnee's bone!
And Nebraska's broad and turbid tide,
From the dark mountains roughs his sandy course,
A treach'rous stream whose atring crossings hide
Full many qucksandS, where the currents force
OerwhemS The nnwarv, in its pillows loalSe
Bearing The name of that adventurous youth
Of noble blood.-who in lie GrandS evee
Confessed his love, if gossip tells the truth
In courily liuSon. 10 some Royal she"
OF Gau's proud kings perhaps twas in spree!
He fed his corniry's wrath and Spain recev'd
The exid lover with parents hand
Cherish'd The Count, lis many wrongs beliey'd
And grac'd The gallant noble with
And hence from him lis cnl'd Nebraska land.
Naught but tradition. bears this truthful tale,
Unless the memoirs Of the FAM Savigno
For hist'res cenic pen doth often fail
To treasure up court scandals that have been
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Lo. on Nebraskas toiling chatting stream,
An ancient turret its broken crest,
Anon another, until AT last is seen
Mcmnonian statue, in fines livery dtess'd
Perchance olden city of ;he west
Biiaiean arms in Anacks carly prime,
May once have reard This inspiring pile.
To shield The rebel world. then steepd in crime,
When vengeance sta, IFS lightning bolt the while.
What time the Titore race who climd as sircs,
Those angel visitors whu, in legends old,
Enamor'd mingled their Celestial fires
With those that burn'd in maids of mortal mould
And deemed their starry paradise well sold:
Those earh.burn sons, whose mpouS hands ussayd
Insu ing heaven with their vain sacrlfiSc,
To brave The Almighty Power, nndisnlay'd
And ielr III .r Ihrealn ming Babel to the skies.
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IT'S thus at distance seems the wondrous mound
Or mounds, thai bear The of hapiess Scott
Who in this waSeful solitude, ci>t found
lomb whose epaph is neer forgot:
His tale of suffering and his mnnnful lot;
The apex of each bluff The rsne face
Of all the plain worn by rain and storm.
From whose rude tops g., logists may trace
The sold stratum to the castles form.
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Sir Gavin wan Tered mil the mimic form
OF BIstion, BItlem.n and Turlet WALL
And marked he scapenen made to guard ganst storm
When on lie wlrder'S sleep the f,eman fall
The scniries Nook where ch 10 watch do call,
And marveng on these effects of the pas;
--Deluvion records Of world 10 x sped
With gaze like Cau's, firm, unmovd stcadfast,
Ycept ii, city Of the giant &C d."
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Nor he amid old Carriages III II d wall
The victim city of the conc u.eis hate
While Sitting mid her dones and columns tall
And tracing in his own his os estate:
In glory. prid. and shame the self same state
In bitterness Of though could much keel
The pilgrim wights, when thinking On the wrongs
Rece.vd from those, on whom lis satire fell
Embllmd kind reader, in ''Mssours Sopgs!"