The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1878-02-16
Tina, poverty seems lex Sorlorn,

That poverty seems less foriorn,
And life more like a holiday.
Here in this old neglected church,
That long elndes the travellers search.
Lies the dead bishop on his tomb:
Earth upon earth he slumbering lies,
Life-like and death-lIke in the gloom;
Gariands Of fruit and flowers in bloom
And foliage deck his resting place:
A shadow in the sightless eyes,
pallor on the patient face,
Made perfect by the furnace heat;
All earthly passions and desires
Burnt out by purgatorsal fires;
Seeming to say, ''our years are feet.
And % the weary death Is sweet"
But the most wonderful OF all
The ornaments on tomb or wall
That grace the fair Ausonian shores
Are those the faithful earth restores,
Near some Apulian town concealed.
In vineyards or in harvest field:
Vases and urns and bas-reliefs,
MemSrials Of forgotten griefs,
Or records Of heroic deeds
OF demi- gods and mighty chiefs;
Figures that almost move and speak,
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sim in their attitudes attest
The presence Of the graceful Greek:
Achilles in his amor dressed,
Alcides with the cretan bull,
And Aphrodite with her boy,
Or lovely Helena Of Troy,
sim living and still beautiful
TtHH. turn. my Whsd! It's NatuTgs plan
The child should sJroar into he man,
The man grosn 1rriEkicd Old and gray:
In youth De hcayf ersilts dad sings
The pulses leap tAe Jest hare sefH9s:
In a0s he cricket ehi'ps Gad brings
The haTret-h0me of day.
And now the winds that southwark blow,
And cool the hot sicilian isle,
Bear me away. see below
The long line ofthe Li6yan Nile,
Flooding and feeding the parched lands
With annual ebb and overflow;
A fallen palm whose branches lie
Beneath the Abyssinian sky,
Whose roots are in Egyptian sands
On either bank huge water-wheeis,
Belied with jars and dripping weeds,
Send forth their melancholy means,
As II, in their gray mantles hid,
Dead anchoritcs Of the Thebaid
Knelt on the shore and told their beads,
Beating their breasts with loud appeals
And penitential tears and groans
This city, walled and thickly set
With glittering mosque and minaret,
Is Cairo, in whose gay bazars
The dreaming traveller first inhales
The perfume Of Arabian gales
And sees the fabulous earthen Jars
ETtre.a sl.s.e.. H..
Morgiana found the Forty Thieves
Concealed in midnight ambuscade;
And seeing more than half believes
The fascinating tales that run
Through all the Thousand Nights and One,
Told by the fair scheherezade.
More strange aud wonderful than these
Arc the Egyptian delties-
Amnon and Emoth, and the grand
Osiris, holding in his hand
The lotus; Isis. crowned and yelled
The sacred Ibis, and the Sphinx;
Bracelets with blue-enameled links;
The scarabee in emerald mailed,
Or spreading wide his funeral wings;
Lamps that perchance their night-watoh kept
Der Cleopatra while she slept
All plundered from the tomhs Of kings.
Tam. turn nay teheef! The human raoc.
Of erery tongue, Of erery place
Caucasian. Copsic. or Malay.
An that inhaba 1iis great enytt,
Whdtcrer Be their rank or trorth
Are kindred and allied By birth,
And made Of the same clay.
Der desert sands, Ger gulf and bay,
Ger Gangcs and DER Himalay,
Bird-like fly, and flying sing.
To howery kingdoms OF Cathay,
And bird-like poise on balanced wing
Above the town Of King -te itching,
burning town. or seeming So
Three thousand furnaces that glow
necessarily, and fill the air
With smoke uprising, eyre on eyre,
And painted by the lurid glare
ofjets and flashes OF red fire.
As Leaves that in the autumn fall,
Spotted and veined with various hues,
Are swept along the avenues,
And lie in heaps by hedge and wall,
So from this grove Of ehimneys whiried
To all the markets of the world,
These porcelain leaves are waited on
Light yellow leaves with spots and stains
OF violet and Of crimson dye,
Or tender azure Of sky
Just washed with gentle April rains.
And beautiful with eeladon.
Nor less the eOarser household wares
The willow pattern that we knew
In childhood, with its bridge Of blue
Leading 10 unknown thoroughhaFeS;
The solitary man who stares
At the white river flowing through
Its arches, the fantastic trees
And Wild perspective OF the view;
And intermingled among these
The tiles that in our nurseries
Filled us with wonder and delight
Or haunted us in dreams at night
And yoBder by Nankin, behold
The Tower OF Porcelain, strange aud old,
Uplifting to the astonished skies
In ninefold painted balconies,
With balustrades of twining leaves,
And roofs OF tile, beneath whose caves
Hang porcelain bells that all the time
Ring with a soft melodious chime;
While the whole fabric is ablaze
With varied tints. all fused in one
Great mass Of color, like maze
ofhowers iIlumined by the sun.
Turn, turn, my uheel! Whai q begim
II daybroak mHt At dark Be done,
Tomorrow iriH b. another day:
T0-RlorTotr the hotftfTHdcc fame
VIZ seGTci he hoart and tn The franz
And stomp tritA hoaoror lrith shame
Thee reSsismade Of day.
Graded and rocked in Eestern seas,
The islands of the japanese
Beneath me lie; Ger lake and plain
The stork, the heron, and the crane
Through the clear realms OF azure drift
And on the hillside can see,
The villages OF Imari.
Whose thronged and flaming workshops liz
Their twisted columns Of smoke on high,
Cloud-cloisters that In ruins lie,
With sunshine streaming through each rift,
And broken arches Of blue sky.
All the bright flowers that fiji the land,
Ripple Of waves on rock or sand,
The snow ON Fusiyama's cone,
The midnight heaven 50 thickly sown
With consultations Of bright stars,
The leaves that rustic, the reeds that make
whisper by each stream and lake
The saffron dawn, the sunset red,
Are painted on these lovely jars;
Again the sky-lark sings, again
The stork, the heron, and crane
Float through the azure overhead.
The counterfeit and counterpart
of Nature reproduced in Art
Art is the child OF Nature yes
Her darling child, in whom we trace
The features OF the mothers face,
Her aspect and her attitude,
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