The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1889-11-30

lie principality OF kqZan, as an expression
ratitude to God for the czar's conquest OF tn
,untry. The name OF the architect, an Italia
unknown, but tradition relates that his ey
ere burned out by order Of Ivan, to prevent b
esigning in future any more wonderful mon
ent.
Build me a temple" Ivan said,
With sweep of hand and toss OF head;
Build me temple that will stand
A symbol OF law to all the land,
A token of VANS gratitude
To the God of the evil and the good
Come, Italian, plot and plan
A temple for me, the Gar Ivan.
Build it tall and build it strong
The temple of all rich temples among,
Built with the gold of the lost Kazan
By kazan's conqueror, Gar Ivan
A temple to mark from age to age
Ivan the Terrble's hate and rage;
Temple fairer there shall be none
Beneath the light OF the burning sun.
So, slave, to work with thy sorcery,
Out OF thy cunning imagery
Build as none have ever built,
Until its pinnacle's FURNISHED gilt
CLEANS in the sunlight from afar
Like the sensitive steel OF my cimetar."
The builder built as best he knew,
And meath his cunning art there grew,
From base to summit, Oh, marvellously,
With grace oi color and harmony
A temple richer than ever man
Had built for the conQueror OF Kazan.
A hundred beliries marked its height,
All with the richest coloring dight;
Cupolas sprang from the chapels below
And ornaments followed row on row.
From basement sculpture to tallest spire
The thing was marvel of force and fire;
The strongest fancy had held its sway
As the temple grew from day to day.
Fruits and flowers and serpents slim
Followed the drift OF the builders whim;
Here pagoda peeped aloit,
Tinted with mellow shades and soft.
Hindoo, Byzantine, Goth and all
The ethics OF methods structural,
Conveyed to the builders brain this dream
Ola temple whose like was never seen;
Even his own fair Italy
Had given the charm of her knavery,
And unto the arches and sweeping lines,
Curving and bowling like iowery vines,
Loaned a touch of her subtIest art;
And the builder butt with a happy heart,
Adding n color here and there,
Fantastic and tasteful, soft and fair;
Forms of flowers on panels laid
Along the walls and the aIcolade
Were painted and carved with marvellous
SKILL
AS If at the touch of magic will.
The pOnderous masonry grew to life,
Beneath the sculptor's chisel and knife,
With masses of foliage swayed and swung
Where the artichoke and cactus hung,
And into the nameless grace of the whole
The builder builded his inmost soul
And 10! as he builded day by day,
Scarcely pausing to rest or to pray,
The princess, daughter OF Gar Ivan,
Watched the swift unfolding plan
Watched the temple building apace-
And a dream lit up her beauteous lace.
Ii love the builder" the princess thought,
He whose hands have so skillully wrough
Has built my heart in the temple there
The heart of Ivan's daughter, the fair
And / shall follow him where he will
And whether for good or whether for ill.,
The builder saw her rOve in her eyes
That bound them fast with a thousand ties,
While many secret word they told
Each o. Il love GROWN manifold.
The czar rode out, the temple done,
His warlike visage smile upon:
'.Tne temple is meet to mark" quoth he,
IL the Car VANS, victory
J. the Terrible Gar Ivan,
Who conquered the country OF Kazan;
But never again shall temple arise
Such as This. Burn out his eyes,
Seize him, ye vaSsals, and plunge your bran
Into his eyes and through his hands;
Scurch the vision and scali the tear
What has Ivan the ear TO fear?
My temple over his name shall stand
A type OF his genius Bring the brand,
For never again shall he build for man
Such as he built Tor the Gar Ivan"
The princess heard, and her face grew whit
AS she cried aloud, 40 spare his sight.
He is my lover. O!Ivan the czar,
The light OF his eyes is the light of the star
That warmeth the quick love OF my heart
And maketh thousand pulses start"
Quick with the brand,' Gar Ivan said,
Heed not the cry OF this silly maid"
And To- the builder who built so we'll
Before the deStroyers dumbly fell.
Deep in his vision sank the brand,
The vassals obeyed the czar's command,
And as the blistering iron was laid,
He clasped his bleeding hands and prayed:
Il am the child of my fathers will,
And whether for good or whether ill,
Those who toll through the heat and dust,
Toll for Others, but God is just.
The love that was born in the light of the 81
viii live though the light OF the day be dor
Blind though l be, o princess fair,
Love is the light OF my dumb dispa air.
The wind has blown the dust of the car
From the utmost memory of men afar,
But the temple stands in its majesty,
Sending through ages o'er land and sea
The fame of the builder, whose cunning eye
Were burned as human sacrifice;
For into the nameless grace of the whole
The builder had built her heart, his soul.
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