West Feliciana sentinel. (St. Francisville, La.) 1876-1877, 1877-05-26
Softly tells of lady's bower.

False Helen tears her golden hair
In wild and agonized despair,
Where Hector's lifeless form is seen,
Stretched upon the martial green.
The naughty eagle flies aloft,
That led the Roman legi0ns on:
Proud Caesar turns him once again,
Ere vet he stems the Rubicon.
Once more see great Rome arise
From dust of ages where she lies;
The rolling years are backward fled,
And Time gives up his mighty dead.
They crowd the Forum and the street,
Grave citizens and Senators;
And loudly sounds the mimic fray
From yonder glstcning field of Mars;
Egera's fountain plays once more
There Numa hastens as of yOre,
Where the nymph within her cavern'd
cell,
The future deeds of Rome doth tell,
Ifali:,'s sunny cline is here
The air is thick with golden haze;
The Cistus decks the ivi'd rock
| And lilies form a fragrant maze;
| The roses deepen as they blow,
| The grape hath caught the Heavens
glow.
| The reapers toss the bearded sheaves
Beneath the shade of aspen leaves.
| .,ere gather bees their amber sweets;
Here painted insects dart in play;
Here anows skim in days of Spring;
Here Spring endures from day to day;
Here sounds upon the scented gale
The Angelus from Convent's pale;
| Where sinless nuns forever pray
That Christ may take their sins away.
Alhambra's crystal fountains play
Amidst the fragrant orange shades,
And snowy walls and mosaic
Clean brightly thro' the vernal glades;
And tiark-eycl madon's gaze unseen,
Behind the glIed lattice screen,
AS the flower of Granada's halls,
Iarch quickly forth to honors calls.
Where wait the eager Spanish Knights,
Like cruel, atching hawks below;
Alas! tor thee, poor fearful maid,
This day hath wrought Granala's woe
With trailing flags they homeward come,
With funeral notes of trump and drum;
Crushed by sword of Christian Knight,
Alhambra's day hath closed in night.
Fair Venice on the water floats
Beneath the azure of the skies;
| Her towers are bathed il. liquid gold
That evernore upo them lies.
Another Venus, ocean born,
A naiad from the aters torn.
Moryana's eird ork she seems,
Or phantasy Of fairy dreams
The Doge sails forth to we'd his spouse,
A f;.itilloss bride, as false as fair,
nd Marcos lions guard their trust
With faith, as in their forest lair.
Ria!to's marble arch uosprings,
As fair as Dian, that 'bove it $ ings
Meath here gondolas ever glide,
d Upon the purple, channeled tide.
And they who gave to Venice po er,
The fame that yet around her dwells,
Come slowly forth, it'll measured step
From out her dismal prison cells.
Old Faliero, Foscarl's son,
The Bridge of Sighs their feet have wc1
Othello and the lily Jew,
With them pass, q motley crew.
But now her carnival has come;
+, The Zany's ,iests ring loud and clear,
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And mingles in the testa's cheer.
Wild hcathen rites again behold,
Where dance the maskcrs as of old,
When Saturn vie ed the madden'd gle
And ioiued his vot'ries' revelry.
Fast moored lies my shallop bark,
Within the shadow of the bay;
Here let mc rest my tired limbs
And idly dream my life away;
While evening hreezes softly come,
And twitt'ring swallows hither roam,
TO bear Inc tidings Of the blest,
That dwell, like me, in blssful rest.
Oh, welcome then, the Lotos' blooms,
y That sweet Nepenthc e'er distills;
The draught that lightens all our woe
That drives away all doleiul Ills.
For me it lies in Dreamlauds sea,
Where soft winds pipe their minstrels,
Where painful toll doth ever cease,
And weared hearts have rest and pea
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