New-York tribune., 1878-12-17

Through what of them in was planted
Made me your EIpiaiO
PRINCE DECKALIoN
Goa Father aud Creator,
Himself to Nan hls nature grantedi
PROMETHFUs.
He stduu,tn sure.
A spark Of lin in all
The form Or fah that dies,
Tho tenetS thdt surprise
Though falling a. yc ial
He rises = rise:
lie Wi endure
PYERHA
Father, thun re 81. II Ia my heart
What imporc, ere thou deputi
PROMETHEUs
Though q sudden da kness fills
All the hOliOws OF these lnlis,
Wnte and argc against the gray,
sparkleS Phosphors chilly ray;
And the mountain LTo~s are wan
In the wcakucs. Of the dawn.
But the little streak that lies
PROMETHUs.
Retrieve perverted dcs Inyi
Il Is this shall set your children free.
the iorces Of your race empoy
To make sure heritage OF inyj
Yet iced. with every earthly sense,
Its heavenly COiucidrnc'-
That. ~ the garUcnt OF an houri
THIS. as an everlasting power.
For Life, whose source not here began,
Must nn the utmost sphere OF Man,
And. az expanding. h ted he
Along the liue OF Gods decree,
To find In endless gIOwth al good
IN endless toll. oeiiitndr
Seek not to know ii 1T: yet aspire
As atoms toward the central fire
Al the bottom o tue skies,
As the reInnant-wine In 'up,
Past shall MI and mantle up,
Burn 70 gold and flfsh to ruse.
Look and harkrn, II there be
Message in the morn for theel
lPRoNETHEUs dtsdppeaTsI
Wait, my Deukalloni h.nd IN hand
With quiet pulses. beadng bll-s In each
And the immortal fath that asks no speech,
Again beside me >tandl
Even now the gOwug tide
Throws it, first foam of hcrY cloud, aud wide
The heads uf fmOuutan-peaks
Feel day. fresh blood upon their pad cheeks:
Already sings alOf the awakened ark
Whether she come or iall, & Hour
Brings consolation and swift power,
And am strangely happy,-iark! Oh haTEI
uHseenl.
Mother er, 9! d,,,.,,t5 thyn 70 Pn' De- tho po,,
TO be fulfilled at The last,
Why caeth thy sOul to met
PYRRHA.
For the beauty my daughters wear
Is made TO itself O snarel
Beauty alike shall iSoi soften and save,
Iill Force shall feel
Is lifted and sped oy Tue lovely wavel
Under the law that holds me aiar.
And Fdte's rnnutable Dar,
By the secret of .oinethIng all divine,
The heart IN my bosom answers thinei
PYREHA
Not yet uncurtain Time eyesl
asa no more
The slow swift wait In the skies;
The ghosts are ga ,cr on Heavens floor.
What Darkness sUwCd the Light shall reap,
And Evil that rcyllcd
Imprcguat" IN her drunken sleep,
Shall bear purer chi!d!
PYRRIIA.
The roses fade, the music melts away.
PRINCE DLUKALIOS.
IL "a another dni
The drama closes with scene in which the splen-
doris of "A renovated earth, under the inspiration of
.I culti nti inn of nd
noblIng arts and a supreme devotion TO all that is
grand and holy and true IN the nature of man, is
depicted with the earnestness of philosOphic con-
y;ction and the passonateness of a radiant imag-
nation =:
SPIRITS or DAWN
Uark! has the SuH-gOds Hour
smtten her cymbas. dreaming him nigh !
weare called by SOU d aud sped by power.
To break the sleep OF the SKY
From the fOuriOd realms OF the air.
And a torch. not ours with a mghtier glow
We hasten, We -C,ticr the cloud
We qurnch the beam OF the great white star;
Bat thc piean Is overload,
IL nusnes our balls Of rest,
AZ the sun were q rose IN lue
And IL paints the Earth, she bares her breast
To the empted urns Of the dew
Sounds Of the Eoiian hGps; the Iace Of Eos appears
is this mine Earth
The many.headlaDdcd. the tcmplc-crowned.
winch the great purple SEA 80 whispered rOuuu,
when earlier gods had birth
Mime Earth, ! loved 70 WELL
II iOiccd IN, as II welcomed me,
And fed with uncxhausted hydromel,
Wne the Young race was free!
know its curylug strands,
It's dlmplng hoIlows. accommodating hills
scent large fragrance OF the life that blls
The joined or parted lands
Old hopes, anu sweetest burn again
Old words are sammeIing on my tongue:
Was IL your lips that kissed Immortal Twain
Or is TithOnus youngf
PIRRHA.
Asa gift unsoueht:
As Joy unbought;
As fair hope FED
From a hope that IA dead,
A. dadcn set
When the brows forget
Thou, the dearest,
Uncalled, appodrestl
PRINCE DEUKALIoN
Ewes OF nope, ana ptOlnlsc-laden
Lius. mat smile before they speak,
Are they thine, dlvineSt Maiden,
Blushing morning from thy cheeki
Unto prayer thy face denying,
Into dced ~ last replying,
Iingrr near, aud turn not from us
Present BLISS ami hollcr promised
In the glory thou unfodcst,
TrauCed with music uf thy tongue,
Young ia all tnat once was Oldest,
Love and Faith and viii are y0ungl
Stay with usl-tby smile assuaRes
Pnngs beuueathed by weary ages,
And thine eyes are sweet forewarnng
OF the worlds eternal mOfningI
GEA.
The bushes OF thy checks drseeDd on me,
Thy glance is glorious upon my mountains:
breathe In ampler wind and pronder sea.
And beat strong pulsed thro' mine unnumbered foun-
tains
Though flled with seeds or unimagined powers,
cannot spare my beauty; now, from thee
Frosh silver stars the dewy beaded lowers