Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1871-07-09

ian incident hugeessed TO she felicitous
writer tne following parody Oh Byron.
The parody, however ends with the nrst
verse.l
shine on thou bright and burning planeti
Rarth,s storms rage far beneath thee, in
Olonas wrap the world in -bIackiiess; thy
And quenchless splendOr CLEANS beyond
OF blasting desolation. Lightning; hath
No Hash that pales the radiance OF thy brow
MOI shfouds thy lustre IN its lurld sWathe.
Mountains may melt, winds hush. seas cease
Yet thou, eternal stars in thy FIRST glory
glowl
Ye hymned with joy the earliest dawn OF
And nned with music all your radiant
spheres;
blimei
Ye CLEAN, like tomb.hres, through the
buried years,
On bones and roRen hearts, and blood and
tears.
No angel-seer foretells, with n of dame,
What vision to his prOphet-sight appears;
No mufied haTps esrth's dismal requiem
frame,
Nor chant Of dust to dust" sIa, sorrow,
death and shamei
Where was the star named "Wormwood, p
which distils
Malignant venom from its flaming hair9
Whose direfui CLEAN with death the fOun-
tain fills;
W{thers the waters with its baIeful glare,
And lights with pestilence the fiery atr2
When infant earth from chaos hrst was born,
That star should then have walled, in wild
That Death and Hell would tramplo it in
/ why sang the stars which hymn tlle melody
ofmOrn?
How sad thy shining to the gaze OF hin
Whose soul, in sorrow stepped, would sigh
alonei
Responsive to his melancholy m9anl
Alas thy beauty sOothes no human grOan !
And yet as Ger the world thy light was
Men erown'd thee on the mighty Makers
And, sVayed by thee the sceptie and the
In this hush,d hour, 1 feel, ye ruight have
been adered.
What pilsr,d temples, In the eide, days,
Were haIlow'd to the worship OF thy namei
What affairs smoked. enkindled By toy rays,
Where pagan priests and PROSTATE yot'ries
To pile with incense superstitIou's flame;
Or bleeding victims, seethed In milk and
Gave text for mutt'ring to the gibbering
dame,
Whose weird contortions synabled the sign
OF what the gods decreed, As orsc'es divine!
Day dawa'd. Fame, priestess, altar passed
way
But gazing millions of the human race,
On midnight plains, still owned the stellar
And scann,d, in faith their destiny 10 trace,
The mystic gleamings of thy radiant face
Then science soly'd the tipping of the skies,
And lester'd sll the wheeling Orbs OF space,
Whilst cloistered wisdom, Oftne occult-Wise,
tOreUold the fall of states By when a star
rhOuld rise!
But Time and knowledge travel hand in
hand,
Breaking the idols of our mortal trust.
Twin pilgrims, journeying 10 the Holy Land,
Where msrtyr'd Truth lies sepulchred in
And hoary chains, tho riveted with rust,
And inkid by mystic rite or magic spell,
Which captive holds mans thoughts rom
God, must burst;
The soul, unfetter'd, rends It's du~ngeon.celI.
Nor diees with the stars It's chanee for heaven
or hell.
Obs was this naught but blind idoiatTy2
The sOmbre mocks Of superstitiOn's gloom?
Did pagan priestcraft juggle with the sky,
And not q spark OF hesvenly light illume
The faith that stars reveaPd mans mortal
DOOM
Did Error, cowled, and eyeless Chance divine
Truth, scarce conceived in Times mysteri.
darkiy. symbol Heay'n'a unveiled
design?
oOAOAN VIZ hGtAAu-aIAG-bol 3 pIoAuAao anu
has sign!
Its sunburst glory hats a godlfka BIRTH
Celestial splendOr gIlds the pail Of night,
A halo rings the thOrn-croWued bow OF
earth,
And heavily hosts emerge to mortal sight.
4On stranger star, all luminous with lighG,
In golden beauty, robes the midnight plain;
Seraphfc voices hymn Its wond-ous flight
Judea's hills, 10 wake the choral strain
to man on eRTth-&eSsish comes to
reignl"
p
glazing orb. ia which the stars grew
dim,
Hard BY the howllngs Of hen's demon
With blood-drops dripping from its crimson
rim,
or angry tracigns of some herY hand,
Were truer signs in Heavens IrOnt to stand
"Of Peaee' Alas, the white winged angel
Adris6Ss,d by the blgot's blade sind brand.
And earth was soak'd with gore, by zeaiots-
To tor sgs fsnatic ereels, or prove a savior
bledi
a resurrection YET awaits the world;
Angels now kindred with our extl'd race;
The pirate-lag of passion snail be furled.
The darkness fingers; but IL wanes apace-
Mans nature claims Of God itS native place,
Scarce flower than the angels" And 6gain,
Some starry revelation OF His grace
May link the world in Loves celestial chain,
Truth be throued on. earth the true
MlienniaI reigni