Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1867-08-21
While F,igia held her empire here,
Amid her wastes Of snow;
Fair Nephele, her rival peer,
Relgned in the vale below.

Here she Kept no gorgeous state,
And set no lofty throne;
The simple Bow of Promise made
Her royal presence known.
Yet then, as now, with qneenly power,
She ruled her subjects still.
And bade the Winds and Clouds 90 forth
10 execute her will.
Sometimes she ruled with gentle hand,
Anon with royal rage;
Bidding the Tempest scourge the land,
Or Summer rains assuage.
Her gentler subjects, lightly robed
In misty garments pale,
Dwelt in her queenly presence here,
Within the oper vale.
But sunless caverns stretching wide,
Wrought ty the tlreless 3nomes
Within the mountains hollow side,
Her Warriors made their homes.
Their arms were forged in neither fire
By giant arnorers grim,
With ringing strokes on anvils dire,
Chanting her Battle Hymn!
A crystal stream with murmuring flow
Ran singing down the vale.
Bearing to mortals far below
Full many wondrous tale
Of the fairy realms through which it
flowed;
Of the brighter lands above,
And all Its tuneful histories
Seemed messages of love,
Awakening young Ambitions FIRE,
TO seek, through noble strife,
Nhc fairer regions lying higher
Up the broad slopes of lito.
Here Nephelo in humble state,
Ruled in contentment sweet,
Till hither once, aspiring Fate
Did lead IN mortals feet.
Twas morn, and IN the valley shone
Aurora's golden light,
Still fingered on her glowing brow
The starry dusk Of night.
A youth with Adon's form and look
Up tho bright streamlet strayed
His rod and line and barbcd hook
The anglers art betrayed.
Yet on his face noble FIRE
Disclaimed all idle whhn
His youthful heart might never tire,
Yet failed his strength Of limb.
To strengthen then his mortal frame
10 bear the toiling dream
Up which his bold ambition led,
He warred upon the stream.
He reached the vale where mortal foot
Before had never trod;
Around he gazed in blank amaze
He dropped his line and rod.
Before him stood fair Nephele
Gazing in Loves surprise
No form belore her heart to thrill
Had met her wondering eyes.
He told her how the murmuring brook
Had sung its stories strange;
How he his lowly home forsook
To climb the mountain range.
Yet never in his brightest dreams,
Or Fancy's fond conceit,
Had he the hope to crown his toll
In realms so fair and sweet.
She, knowing his aspiring mood,
Feared for his upward fight,
And DER him spread silver mist
That yelled the mountain height.
So, seeing not the gittering dome
Which lowered far Ger his head,
With Nephele he made his home,
And followed where she led.
Here dreaming Of no nobler fate
He passed the idle days.
Till oped one day the misty veil
Before his upward gaze.
When looking through the shining rent,
He saw the mountain height
Saw crystal dome and battlement,
And minarets Of light.
No longer in voluptuous ease,
He wastes the idle time;
But straight to Nephelc he cries
Lo other heights to climb.
l see the starry fame seek,
Shine through thy spell wrought veil
Still stood the heart Of Nephele,
Aud all her face grew pale 7
Here, here. she cried, are the heights o
Love;
Though climb you ne'er so far;
They tower and soar all Fame above,
Though it grasp the highest star
Though Powor with siren voice may sing
"Who gains the height, hath conquered
Fame"
O, mad Ambition furl thy wing
Aud wisely choose lower aim.
For truer Oraces now swell
To warning echoes down the SLOPE
And all their myriad voices tel,
"Who gains the height, abandons Hopel'
Yet vainly she said, for while speaking
He strobe through the valley along,
4 And his heart kept ever repeating
Thu words Of that wonderful song