Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1874-06-06


Thy name hath been securely writ;
Nor shall the craft Of men dishonor II,
Romulus Of better Romei
See where doth stand
Proud on the ivied ruins OF the Past,
The jocund Future, whose glad waving hand
Et quently bids behold
Grooming In q shower Of minstrelsy,
The happy age Of goldl
Superb young Titaness,
With naughty, flowing tress
Backward to the breezes cast,
And wonder GIFTED eyes that look away
Where hither troop, In beautiful array,
Tie centuries to be.
Q glorious, o mighty psgeantryl
She beckons unto me- aud arise:
And standing there, she giveth TO my gaze
The splendor OF the land, the grandeur OF the
sea:
Through golden vistss of the clouds uncurlsd,
Sboweth To my awe-struck eye
The wonder Of the world:
The hoary mountains bowed with many days,
The lordly rivers where they roam,
The serried armies of the tress,
The far careering Of the lesguered foam,
whitening to the Hebrides;
The deserts burning miles
The hurricanes black wing,
The gray old ocean wandering
Among his myriad isles.
She stands in awful grandeur there,
The proud young TItaness
And her backward flowing trees
Cleans like meteor's hair.
Loftily she waves again
Her luminous and persuasive hand,
And all the gracious land
Smiles with fair women, glows with noble men.
Across the plains the harvest waves its gold;
On silver lakes the shsllops glide;
over the bridges the long trains are rolled;
From port to port the cautious vessels ride;
The glad old harbors, opening wide
A welcome shelter from the seas alarms,
The commerce Of the world enfield
In hoepitable arms.
And here are waving groves, and there are
nesting bowers,
And hsmlets on the hill-sides, beautiful and
white,
And orchards rich with fruit, and garden. gay
with flowers,
And all the pleasant places that invite
The happy birds, and with their music ring.
But ah, more wonderful than all,
And dearest TO the human heart,
In sylvan dresses lovingly bedight,
The grand old cities glittering.
And peerless beauty of this festival
Heaven and Earth, how fair to look upon!
Behold afar that miracle ofart,
Americas own darling child,
Proud Washington
How like happy dream she is, reposing there /!
SO almost fearful in her loneliness,
The heart Of Angelo might be beguiled;
And Beauty would herself confess
Here shone city far beyond compare.
Z ear not, Alexander
For 10. the proud young Titaness
In awful grandeur stands,
And unto me she seems to bless
Yon city with enthusiastic hands:
And now to these admirng eyes OF mine,
discovers there, among the bronze and marble
groves
OF statues, arches, fountains, colonnades,
One statue which the city loves;
And shall forever love, through all her long
decades:
That statue, il is thine
Fear not, Alexander,
For thou hast made immortal Art thy friend
The child serene,
Fair as a lily in her beauty glowing,
Yet ever of majestic mien
And blest is he whom her bright stems attend
Beg ond all earthly knowing.
There Is temple in the far away,
Spanped upon arches of supernal bend,
Mtre wonderful than night, more beautiful
than day,
Whereto the concourse of the great and good
FoIevermore is flowing:
wondrous and surpassiDg fame, unseen
By the dull vision or the multitude;
dome Of pieassnce u all dear desires,
+ ar shining in the true Hesperides;
An azure miracle OF towers AMI spires,
Sprung from the heart of Beauty, when she
stood
First born OF all things fair,
Flushed on the mountain-tops, and in the wan
Floated her golden hair.
In that pure temple OF the far away,
This loving friend Of thine hath made a home
for thee;
peaceful and glorious home,
Beyond the tooth of time, the danger of decay,
And even from the hate of envy free,
. Romulus Of better Rome!