The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1857-05-15

a. 1n lance in rest, the era westward rode.
"hss m creams men dreamed beneath the genera
Nm Mhat visions saw-I need not pause to tell.
T Mol now the tide OF human fate was rolled
NJ, N1pb ba,. ms course BY love Of name or gold,
not now that flood W s.aiued In this fair cIims
ny oiooo ana tears, rapacity and crime.
| l pause not now, to speak of Raleish's schemes.
nor OF the failure of hs splendid dreams:
| l ,. pause not now, to tell of Ocracoak.
| WheIe saxon spray broke the red brown rock:
nor OF my native river, which glides down
| through scenes where rose happy Indisn town.
Blu. leaving these. and Ch.sapssfes % broad bay.'
Resume my story In the month of MAY,
| when England's cross-St. Georse's ensisn a,w.A
| Where ne'er before emblazoned banner siowed-
| Whsn English hearts throbbsd fast, a. English eye
| Looked Ger the waters with q glad surpriss-
| Lacked gladly out upon the varied scene
Wnere st etchd the woods In all their pomp ofs
Ge.tins great shsdows-beautiful a. dream s.
| Upon the bcsoms of the limpid streams
| Turn where they would-in what direction roye-
They found some stream, or wild romantic cove.
On which thsy coated through those forests dim,
| 10 which they heard the never r.ceasing hymn
| Which swelled from ell the dim m.iestic pinex-
II: ehor1steiso of Natures sylvan shrines'
For though no priest their solitud.s had trod,
Ihe trees were vocal in their praise of God,
Chahtlns grand passages and bars sublime,
To which religion in their hearts boat time.
And then when jutting capes and headlands psst,
The sails wero futled against each idle mast
Th.y iaw the sunset, in its pomp. descend
And sky and water sloriously contend
| IN Rorgeousues OF coors; red and gold
And tints Of amythis together rolled,
Making scene cf splendor and rest
As vabquished dsy-lit campfirss in the west
Ard when the light grew faint on wave and stran
New beauties voks in this enchanting land,
for through heaven's lattice. work of crimson bars
Like angels, looked the bright, eternal stars
Asd then when gathered tints Of purplish brown,
4 cleaning sicAls, reapins darkness down,
The new moon cleaned above the giant trees
WE1sh gave low music to the evening breeze
fhs breeze which floating blsndiy from the shore
1ne psltsmed breath of Jw'ring jasmine bore;
For smiling ,Prias had klss :ts clustering vines
And breathed her fragrance in the lofty pines.
In those vast forests dwelt q race of kings,
Free ~ easls when he spreads his wipss-
HIS WINS which never in their wild flight lag
In m1s. whish fly, the fierce tornado's nag;
Their flight the eagles, and th sir name alas.
The eagles shadow swoopng DER the grass
Or, a. it fades, Is we'll may seem to be
The shade of tempest, driv DER the sea.
Fierce, too, this race, as mountain torrent wild,
With naughty hearts whore mercy ral ely smiled
All thsr traditions-h histories, imbued
With taiss of war and ssnguinary feud,
A.d thoul they never eouehed the knightly lance,
The siosins songs of Europs's old romancs
Can had their parallels amid the race
" hisc on this spot met England face to face;
And VII r. they met the white man, hand to hand,
1wiiight ssd sunrise ste, upon the ssrsnd-
Twilight and sunrise Saxon sunshine CLEANS
70 day DER prsiries and those distant streams
Which hurry inward through far western plains
Where the last Indian. for = season reisns.
Here the red Caxute. on this spot, sat down,
20 qusl with the wild lightning Of his slsnce
The swift eucroschDent of the waves advance;
70 meet and check the ruthless tide, which res,
Crest sfssr 81 est, of energetic foes,
While high and Q rong, poured on each cruel wave
Until they left his royalty grave.
But in thi. wild, tumutuous deluss, CLEANS
4 vision, fair as sailor bath in bis dreams;
dove of mercy Ger the pillows dark
Fluttersd awhile then within Gods Ark.
Had the power, I'd revsrently describe
That peerless maid-ths ''pssri of sll hsr tribe"
Az AYenHR n irh anHH
Goa cad together which shall WELD its svay
But here abssh' d, my psltry fancy strays;
For her, too huui Bile its most stately laws
shade of twilishts softsst, sweetest Gloom
Yhe dusk Of morning e. found splendid tomb
In Enll .nds glare so strange and vast, and bright
Ths dusk of morning bursted into light,
Which stresmeth through the pasts cathedral aisss
Pill ssulptursd mercy. like a ssrsph smiles
And through Fames grand and consecrated fame
No EHgly statue may in time, retain,
Her name shall lingei; nor with age grow faint
Its simple sound-the image OF saint.
Sad 10 the story Of that maiden's race
Long driven from each legendary place.
All their expansive me etjng grounds are now
Torn by the iron of the saxon's plough,
Which turns uD skulls, and arrow heads. and bones
Their PLACES naneless and unmarked by stones.
Now frsish:ed vesIes sail along the view.
Where once was seen the Isdisn's swift canoe;
And the shrill sound made by escaping steam
Proelaims the past, but ss vivid dream,
Whsre rose the wigwam in its sylvan shade,
Where the bold hunter, In his freedom, strsyed,
And met his foe, or chased the bounding stag,
The lazy horses at the harrow lag.
Where the wild dance was held or wsr.song rose,
the ssens IL one OF plenty and repose,
The quiver of her race 10 empty now,
Its bow lies broker underneath ths plough
And where the wheat fields nipple in the gale,
The vanished hunter scarcely leavess trail.
Twas W here yon river musical!y Hows,
The Europeans nomenclature rose;
A keen.edgsd axe, which since, alas has swept
Away their nsmes-those bsughs, which blossom
kept.
What strange vcissitudes and perils fell
On the e rst settlers, 'tis not mine to tell;
scarce m y pause to syllable the name
Which the great Captain lef. betiad to fame;
A name which echoes through the tented past
Like sound Of charge runs in busle's blast,
His age, although it still put faith in stars
No longer glanced through fsudal helmet bars.
But stood in its half srmor; thus stands he
Half like dream of Border chiyalry,
And half presented to our eager eyes,
The brilliant symbol of brave enterprise.
knshtly blade, without one spot cf rust,
Undmmsd by time and unde faced by dust,
His nams hang. up in that past ages hall
Where many hane, the brightest OF them all.
And here, at last, there sprans tie rambling town.
Asmile coptsndlns with the forests frowa
Would might hnger on those ancient Il res
Whose stories swell with yet ulwrittea rhyme;
Would might paint the danes and cavaliers,
Whose stately forms glide doen the vanished yesis
Where family through the dusky purple shade,
Cleaned jewe He'd HIT and golden wrought brossde;
Whense y ith asweet and necr smantic spell
Music and laughter, aong and perfume swell
Would might pause meath yonder tower, whie
now
No longer hsars response or ferid so~
Which only echoes 70 the plainrivs hymn
Made by the night wind, when the stars are dim.
Where prayer fJr Kins @ aoa parliaments arose,
Wavs the wild vine and noddins 10 ger blows
There solituds-thsk grave and solsmn pdess--
Tor meditation prsaAs its eoasesra;sd feast;
Ind Standing gray in sunshine and In blast,
IL seems embodied amen o'sr the past,
An "Amen' Ger the buried past which
4 ghostly shade have Gimiy seen fit by.
How Ensland's ar-s and Institutions ross-
II smseives her insdirsetsd rules worst foes
Was his TO tell, whose eloquenos, Of old
Hath borne rspt ssnatss on its tide OF gold;
Whose name. . calm and steady radiance throws
Upon our history like the suns reposs,
When sinking slowly in flood Of light,
Serene 90 he 10 wonderfully bright
The shut past, like that hardy Plant which sings
Upon the olsdn, DER which sweep coedo,'s wings,
Has sll iss leaves spslossa ssnsssh the sprsy