Whilst the red cross, in mockery of peace, Pointed to victory! When the fray was done, No remnant of the exterminated faith Survived to tell its ruin, but the flesh,
With putrid smoke poisoning the atmosphere, That rotted on the half-extinguished pile.
Yes! I have seen God's worshipers unsheath The sword of his revenge, when grace descended, Confirming all unnatural impulses,
To sanctify their desolating deeds;
And frantic priests waved the ill-omened cross O'er the unhappy earth: then shone the sun On showers of gore from the upflashing steel Of safe assassination, and all crime Made stingless by the Spirit of the Lord,- And blood-red rainbows canopied the land. Spirit! no year of my eventful being
Has passed unstained by crime and misery
Which flows from God's own faith. I've marked his slaves, With tongues whose lies are venomous, beguile
The insensate mob, and, whilst one hand was red With murder, feign to stretch the other out For brotherhood and peace. And that they now Babble of love and mercy (whilst their deeds Are marked with all the narrowness and crime That Freedom's young arm dares not yet chastise) Reason may claim our gratitude, who now, Establishing the imperishable throne
Of truth and stubborn virtue, maketh vain The unprevailing malice of my foe;
Whose bootless rage heaps torments for the brave, Adds impotent eternities to pain,
Whilst keenest disappointment racks his breast To see the smiles of peace around them play,
To frustrate or to sanctify their doom.
Thus have I stood,-through a wild waste of years Struggling with whirlwinds of mad agony, Yet peaceful and serene and self-enshrined, Mocking my powerless tyrant's horrible curse With stubborn and unalterable will;
Even as a giant oak, which heaven's fierce flame Had scathed in the wilderness, to stand A monument of fadeless ruin there,— Yet peacefully and movelessly it braves The midnight conflict of the wintry storm, As in the sunlight's calm it spreads Its worn and withered arms on high To meet the quiet of a summer's noon. The Fairy waved her wand:
Fast as the shapes of mingled shade and mist That lurk in the glens of a twilight grove Flee from the morning beam :
The matter of which dreams are made Not more endowed with actual life Than this phantasmal portraiture Of wandering human thought.
8. "THE Present and the Past thou hast beheld: It was a desolate sight. Now, Spirit, learn, The secrets of the Future.-Time! Unfold the brooding pinion of thy gloom, Render thou up thy half-devoured babes, And from the cradles of eternity,
Where millions lie lulled to their portioned sleep By the deep murmuring stream of passing things, Tear thou that gloomy shroud.--Spirit, behold Thy glorious destiny!"
Through the wide rent in Time's eternal veil, Hope was seen beaming through the mists of fear. Earth was no longer hell;
Love, freedom, health, had given Their ripeness to the manhood of its prime, And all its pulses beat Symphonious to the planetary spheres:
Then dulcet music swelled
Concordant with the life-strings of the soul; It throbbed in sweet and languid beatings there, Catching new life from transitory death.- Like the vague sighings of a wind at even, That wakes the wavelets of the slumbering sea, And dies on the creation of its breath, And sinks and rises, fails and swells, by fits, Was the pure stream of feeling
That sprang from these sweet notes, And o'er the Spirit's human sympathies With mild and gentle motion calmly flowed.
Joy to the Spirit came,— Such joy as when a lover sees The chosen of his soul in happiness,
And witnesses her peace
Whose woe to him were bitterer than death; Sees her unfaded cheek
Glow mantling in first luxury of health, Thrills with her lovely eyes,
Which like two stars amid the heaving main Sparkle through liquid bliss.
Then in her triumph spoke the Fairy Queen.
"I will not call the ghost of ages gone To unfold the frightful secrets of its lore. The present now is past;
And those events that desolate the earth Have faded from the memory of Time, Who dares not give reality to that Whose being I annul. To me is given The wonders of the human world to keep, Space, matter, time, and mind. Futurity Exposes now its treasure; let the sight Renew and strengthen all thy failing hope. O human Spirit! spur thee to the goal Where virtue fixes universal peace,
And 'midst the ebb and flow of human things Shows somewhat stable, somewhat certain still, A light-house o'er the wild of dreary waves. "The habitable earth is full of bliss.
Those wastes of frozen billows that were hurled By everlasting snow-storms round the poles, Where matter dared not vegetate nor live, But ceaseless frost round the vast solitude Bound its broad zone of stillness, are unloosed; And fragrant zephyrs there from spicy isles Ruffle the placid ocean-deep, that rolls Its broad bright surges to the sloping sand, Whose roar is wakened into echoings sweet To murmur through the heaven-breathing groves, And melodize with man's blessed nature there. "Those deserts of immeasurable sand Whose age-collected fervours scarce allowed A bird to live, a blade of grass to spring, Where the shrill chirp of the green lizard's love Broke on the sultry silentness alone,
Now teem with countless rills and shady woods, Cornfields and pastures and white cottages. And where the startled wilderness beheld A savage conqueror stained in kindred blood, A tigress sating with the flesh of lambs
The unnatural famine of her toothless cubs, While shouts and howlings through the desert rang,— Sloping and smooth the daisy-spangled lawn,
Offering sweet incense to the sunrise, smiles
To see a babe before his mother's door
Sharing his morning's meal
With the green and golden basilisk That comes to lick his feet.
"Those trackless deeps where many a weary sail Has seen above the illimitable plain
Morning on night, and night on morning, rise,
Whilst still no land to greet the wanderer spread
Its shadowy mountains on the sun-bright sea, Where the loud roarings of the tempest-waves So long have mingled with the gusty wind In melancholy loneliness, and swept The desert of those ocean solitudes
But vocal to the sea-bird's harrowing shriek, The bellowing monster, and the rushing storm, Now to the sweet and many-mingling sounds Of kindliest human impulses respond.
Those lonely realms bright garden-isles begem, With lightsome clouds and shining seas between, And fertile valleys resonant with bliss, Whilst green woods overcanopy the wave, Which like a toil-worn labourer leaps to shore, To meet the kisses of the flowerets there. "All things are re-created, and the flame Of consentaneous love inspires all life. The fertile bosom of the Earth gives suck To myriads, who still grow beneath her care Rewarding her with their pure perfectness. The balmy breathings of the wind inhale Her virtues, and diffuse them all abroad: Health floats amid the gentle atmosphere, Glows in the fruits, and mantles on the stream. No storms deform the beaming brow of heaven, Nor scatter in the freshness of its pride The foliage of the ever-verdant trees; But fruits are ever ripe, flowers ever fair; And Autumn proudly bears her matron grace, Kindling a flush on the fair cheek of Spring, Whose virgin bloom beneath the ruddy fruit Reflects its tint, and blushes into love. The buds unfold more brightly, till no more Or frost or shower or change of seasons mars The freshness of their amaranthine leaves. "The lion now forgets to thirst for blood: There might you see him sporting in the sun Beside the dreadless kid; his claws are sheathed, His teeth are harmless, custom's force has made His nature as the nature of a lamb.
Like passion's fruit, the nightshade's tempting bane Poisons no more the pleasure it bestows. All bitterness is past; the cup of joy Unmingled mantles to the goblet's brim, And courts the thirsty lips it fled before.
"But chief, ambiguous man, he that can know More misery, and dream more joy, than all; Whose keen sensations thrill within his breast To mingle with a loftier instinct there, Lending their power to pleasure and to pain,
Yet raising, sharpening, and refining, each; Who stands amid the ever-varying world, The burthen or the glory of the earth;
He chief perceives the change: his being notes The gradual renovation, and defines
Each movement of its progress on his mind.
"Man-where the gloom of the long polar night Lours o'er the snow-clad rocks and frozen soil, Where scarce the hardiest herb that braves the frost Basks in the moonlight's ineffectual glow-
Shrank with the plants, and darkened with the night; His chilled and narrow energies, his heart Insensible to courage, truth, or love,
His stunted stature and imbecile frame, Marked him for some abortion of the earth, Fit compeer of the bears that roamed around, Whose habits and enjoyments were his own: His life a feverish dream of stagnant woe, Whose meagre wants, but scantily fulfilled, Apprised him ever of the joyless length Which his short being's wretchedness had reached; His death a pang which famine, cold, and toil, Long on the mind, whilst yet the vital spark Clung to the body stubbornly, had brought. All was inflicted here that Earth's revenge Could wreak on the infringers of her law; One curse alone was spared-the name of God. "Nor where the tropics bound the realms of day With a broad belt of mingling cloud and flame, Where blue mists through the unmoving atmosphere Scattered the seeds of pestilence, and fed Unnatural vegetation, where the land
Teemed with all earthquake, tempest, and disease, Was man a nobler being. Slavery
Had crushed him to his country's blood-stained dust; Or he was bartered for the fame of power, Which, all internal impulses destroying,
Makes human will an article of trade;
Or he was changed with Christians for their gold, And dragged to distant isles, where, to the sound Of the flesh-mangling scourge, he does the work Of all-polluting luxury and wealth,
Which doubly visits on the tyrants' heads The long-protracted fullness of their woe; Or he was led to legal butchery,
To turn to worms beneath that burning sun Where kings first leagued against the rights of men, And priests first traded with the name of God. "Even where the milder zone afforded man A seeming shelter, yet contagion there,
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