Lynchburg daily Virginian. [volume] (Lynchburg [Va.]) 1852-1861, 1857-05-18

When rriesii, chant AMI deep souorous horn
Broke m tn Summer ar, when all agnpo
The speculative Ii Dug saw them escape
The moorngs in the tranquil sunny buy
Those cgrnf'fes-wcnt up Gods way
And, thoa sn thousand storms have swept the
deep.
And ealms have lucd II in decisive sleep
Though, for long ages IT nas tossed aud yearnc1
A. starlight shoue or crimson sunset burned
: i'll on the orean-typr though Il may be
OF all that's bonniless, nnsuhlued and free
Remains the record to all time, unfurlei,
How God gave man, the second time, a world
une asen-dircced genius ln1 his hand
Fpon the hilt nf Providence: the brand
Required the force OF all the hrinnn race
To draw 1t from ITS schhbards resting place
Ayes 10 weld it in the NOBLE van
Which CAV" this Western Hemisphere to man.
fttr would jaPer on that sprndi age,
To which he gave its very brilliant page
Fain sing his God like majesty Of mind
Which looked righr onwnrd-ncyer glnnced behind;
Nhiic meath his brow OF more than regal scope.
It, t5iItng, cast The whole world horoscope
fhn would paint his gricfs in those sad hours
When all his hopes seemed like tue last years low-
fan follow him thro' all his 1rcnry years
Of pam AMI poverty and bitter tears,
From convent porch to regal palace gate,
Tracing his footsteps, n he charged on Fate,
Whlrh huilt new ramparts in his path each day
~ eN'
Fain wonla pause at Palos when the breeze
His cayaeellas swept towards unknown seas.
Fnn follow where his daripg vessels aped
strange Observation-Disclosures rIancts overhead
Fun wou dN,ll upon thai hnpny day
When On the new found shore be knclt to pray
That Easter dny when. with fhr great sen boom,
Making the r1,t .ie of his mas the tomb
Guve mp his dream which nov in beatty rose
kcGhrisl awakened after lis reposc
Was this the thought? rhrist's was the name he
pave
To TINT fair land ,miIin , DER the wave
Aud the poor lndinnl would might narrate
Iiis1icous story and his tragic f,tel
\ great mind tells rs that on cHrths fair sods
Hcu eruclfy and then adore their gods;
Fhere'tN1s reversed. in buol the Land was dyed,
And dtlties their sotlrcs crnrihcd.
Hal The space, well might pause TO scnn
The various fortunes ot this wondrons man;
WIr,e ,,,,,r. ,,cor. hrr ,cr. s,,o.,,,, s'n,;,ns
pe,Lel in n crown of ever 6Io,ninr, nayrrs
OF richer hines and sveet,r g,ilI ,h,n ours.
Whqre n,rnI, ,,,,li,,bts ,ir, ia, ot.,,in,, so,s
AID ,s,',, si,r. ,ri,, ,i,,;r .,,lc,,,, -, ioroa
WIZ. ,ol,s n,yn ,r,, :. ,rc bI,,,,,ol ~, m. 6.,a
Where strand AMI ore,n-r,rtD and s,nrlit skv
u-;,L -. .,.,..nl -. -. 4, M, o.. ~. H..
But 10 be brief for i'm yes aptee
Crowd on my t,n,y, ,lRn.l t,ch place,
As stars claim places IN 4 Tranquil Night
So thick they come--bul not alasl So bright.
la Bret then Brothers, t. my humble song
I've made the i,renle ample thus and leaR
As some Musician who t.i,trg,ts his AT,
vii mum Il bar before he thcs his pirt
But not alone for this, have Gc1tcd
For other purpose, too NY 1escts slratcl
Along tht harp strings AS tWcrv IA II dream.
Ny purpose WAS to weave into my Them
These humb.c praises OF the brain profound,
Winch, wrapped in slalnber all IL era found;
Yet woke the age from il long sleep
Rodsed b, the voices Of the might, deep
Winch sent its surge, 1T with phasplor gelms
In cetselcsS current, through the u Il worlds
dreams
And though Splju'5 admiral s'lmbcred in the
grave,
lie letl beacon gcaring Ger The wnye,
Aud, rs years sped The light he LETT waved great -
The light he'd sl4lcken fro n the ii at OF Fate
Ronsins all Europe ms that ntme antique
Awake to tr,ump h the cXultna Greek.
80, AT l'St tue Visions vast ann nnaehhea'
W HA" ,onR nla "ns'e'eu IN 'he genera NINA,
nar,h'n 'ofth III h'l'nhS; ana 'he agr crest
y splendid plnmel which famed and Jared and flow
ed.
A. ianre III rest, the era westward rode.
! What dreams men dreamed beneath the general
spell,
! What visions saw need not pause to tell
Nor how the trie OF human fate was rolled
| Upon its course by love or flame or 20 A.
Nor how that Hood WAS stained IN this fair cline
By blood and sears, rapacv md crime
| pause not now. TO speak OF Raleigh schemes,
| Nor otthe failure OF his splendid dreams.
! ! pa'fe not now, to tell of Ocrncock
| Where Saxon spray broke on the red brown rock
| Nor OF my native river, which elldc3 down
| Through scenes where rose happy Indian town;
| Bat leaving the'e, and Chesapelkr's @road bay,
| Resume my story ia the month of May
When Englands cross. st. Georges ensign flowed,
Where ne before embazoncl banner gowed-