Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1902-05-16

Still, the tide of ages rolls away,
Shall charm the world, unconscious of decay
Yes there are hearts, prophetic HOPE may trust,
That sumber yet in uncreated DUST
Ordan'd to fire tn adoring sons of earth,
With every charm of wisdom and of worth;
Ordan'd to light, with intellectual day,
The may wheels of nature as they play,
Or, with Fancy's energy, to glow,
And rival all but Shakespeare's name below
And say, supernal Powers who deeply scan
Heavens dark DEGREES, unfathom'd yet by man,
When shall the world call down. to cleanse her shame
That embryo spirit yet without name,-
That friend of Nature, whose avenging hands
Shall burst the Libyans admantine bandso
Who, sterny marking on his native soil
The blood, the tears, the anguish and the toll
Shall bid each righteous heart exult, to
Peace to the slave, and vengeance on the free!
Yet, yet, degraded. men TIL expected day
That breaks your bitter cup, is far away;
Trade, wealth. and fashion, ask you still to bleed,
And holy men give Scripture for the deed
Scourged, and debased, no Briton stoops to save
A wretch, a coward; yes, because slave =
Eternal Nature when thy giant hand
Had heaved the floods, and fixed the trembling land
When life sprang startling at thy plastic CALL
Endless her FORMS and man the lord of all
Say, that lordly form inspired by thee,
To eternal chains and bow the knee?
Was man ordand the slave of man to toll
Yoked with the brutes and feter'd to the soil
Weghd in tyrant's balance with his gold2
No Nature stamp'd us in heavenly mould
She babe no wretch his thankless labor urge,
Nor trembling take the pittance and the scourge.
No homeless Libyan, on the stormy deep,
To call upon his country's name, and weep =
Lo once in triumph on his boundess plain,
The quiver'd chief of Congo loved to reign
With fires proportional to his native sky
Strength in his arm and lightning in his eye;
Scourd with wild feet his sun-illumined zone,
The spear, the lion, and the woods, his own
Or led the combat, bold without plan,
An artless savage but fearless man
The plunderer came alas no glory smiles
For Congo's chief, yonder Indian isles
Forever fal'n y of Nature now
With Freedom CHARTERED on his manly brow
Faint, bleeding, bound, he weeps the night away,
And when the sea-wind watts the devices day,
Starts, with a bursting heart, for evermore
To the sun that lights their guilty shore
The shrll horn blew at that alarum knell
His guardian angel took last farewell
That funeral dirge to darkness hath resign'd
The fiery grandeur of generous mind
Poor fetterd man hear thee whispering low
Unhallowd VOWS to Guilt, the child of Woe
Friendless thy heart and canst thou harbor there
wish but death passion but despair
The widow'd Indian, when her lord expires,
Mounts the dread pile, and braves the funeral fires
So falls the heart at Thradoms bitter sigh
So Virtue dies the spouse of Liberty
But not to Libyas barren climes alone,
To Chill, the wild Siberian zone,
Belong the wretched heart and haggard eye,
Degraded worth, and poor misfortunes sigh -
Ye orient realms, where Ganges' waters run
How long your tribes have trembled and obey'd
Prolific fields dominons of the sun
How long Timours iron sceptre swayd,
Whose marshalld hosts, the lions of the plain,
From Scythia's northern mountains to the MAN,
Ragged DER your punderd shrines and affairs bare,
With blazing torch and CORY cmeer,-
Sunnd with the cries of death each gentle gale,
And bathed in blood the verdure of the vale
Yet could pangs the immortal spirit tN,ae
When Brama's children perishd for his name
The martyr smiled beneath avengng power,
And braved the yrant in his torturing hour