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Enough! I will not play the Seer;

I will no longer strive to ope

The mystic volume, where appear
The herald Hope , forerunning Fear,
And Fear, the pursuivant of Hope.
Thy destiny remains untold;

For , like Acestes’ shaft of old,

The swift thought kindles as it flies,
And burns to ashes in the skies.


I SAW, as in a dream sublime,

The balance in the hand of Time.

O’er East and West its beam impended;
And day, with all its hours of light,
Was slowly sinking out of sight,
While, opposite, the scale of night
Silently with the stars ascended.

Like the astrologers of eld',

In that bright vision I beheld

Greater and deeper mysteries.

I saw, with its celestial keys,

Its chords of air, its frets of fire ,

The Samian’s great IEolian lyre,
Rising through all its sevenfold bars ,
From earth unto the fixed stars.

And through the dewy atmosphere,
Not only could I see, but hear,

Its wondrous and harmonious strings,
In sweet vibration , sphere by sphere ,
From Dian’s circle light and near,
Onward to vaster and wider rings,

Where, chanting through his beard of snows,
Majestic, mournful , Saturn goes ,

And down the sunless realms of space
Reverberates the thunder of his bass.

Beneath the sky’s triumphal arch
This music sounded like a march ,
And with its chorus seemed to be
Preluding some great tragedy.
Sirius was rising in the east;

And, slow ascending one by one,
The kindling constellations shone.
Begirt with many a blazing star,
Stood the great giant Algebar,
Orion, hunter of the beast!

His sword hung gleaming by his side,
And , on his arm , the lion’s hide
Scattered across the midnight air
The golden radiance of its hair.

The moon was pallid, but not faint;

And beautiful as some fair saint,
Serener moving on her way

In hours of trial and dismay.

As if she heard the voice of God,
Unharmed with naked feet she trod
Upon the hot and burning stars,

As on the glowing coals and bars

That were to prove her strength, and try
Her holiness and her purity.

Thus moving on, with silent pace ,

And triumph in her sweet, pale face,
She reached the station of Orion.
Aghast he stood in strange alarm!

And suddenly from his outstretched arm
Down fell the red skin of the lion

Into the river at his feet.

His mighty club no longer heat A The forehead of the bull; but he Reeled as of yore beside the sea, When, blinded by (Enopion,

He sought the blacksmith at his forge, And, climbing up the mountain gorge , Fixed his blank eyes upon the sun. Then , through the silence overhead, An angel with a trumpet said,

“ Forevermore , forevermore ,

The reign of violence is o’er!"

And, like an instrument that fiings

Its music on another’s strings ,1

The trumpet of the angel cast

Upon the heavenly lyre its blast,

And on from sphere to sphere the words Reéchoed down the burning chords, —— “ Forevermore, forevermore ,

The reign of violence is o’er l”


I moon on the bridge at midnight,
As the clocks were striking the hour,
And the moon rose o’er the city,
Behind the dark church -t0wer.

I saw her bright reflection
In the waters under me ,
Like a golden goblet falling

And sinking into the sea.

And far in the hazy distance
Of that lovely night in June,
The blaze of the flaming furnace
Gleamed redder than the moon.

Among the long, black rafters
The wavering shadows lay,

And the current that came from the ocean
Seemed to lift and hear them away;

As, sweeping and eddying through them,
Rose the belated tide,

And, streaming into the moonlight,
The seaweed floated wide.

And like those waters rushing
Among the wooden piers,

A flood of thoughts came o’er me
That filled my eyes with tears.

How often, 0, how often,
In the days that had gone by,

I had stood on that bridge at midnight
And gazed on that wave and skyl

How often, 0, how often,
I had wished that the ebbing tide
Would hear me away on its bosom
O’er the ocean wild and wide!

For my heart was hot and restless ,
And my life was full of care ,

And the burden laid upon me
Seemed greater than I could bear.

But now it has fallen from me,
It is buried in the sea;

And only the sorrow of others
Throws its shadow over me.

Yet whenever I_cross the river
On its bridge with wooden piers,
Like the odor of brine from the ocean
Comes the thought of other years.

And I think how many thousands
Of care - encumbered men,

Each bearing his burden of sorrow,
Have crossed the bridge since then.

I see the long procession
Still passing to and fro,

The young heart hot and restless,
And the old subdued and slow!

And forever and forever,
As long as the river flows,

As long as the heart has passions,
As long as life has woes;

The moon and its broken reflection
' And its shadows shall appear,
As the symbol of love in heaven,
And its wavering image here.


GLOOMY and dark art thou, O chief of the mighty Omawhaws;

Gloomy and dark, as the driving cloud, whose name thou hast taken!

Wrapt in thy scarlet blanket, I see thee stalk through the city’s

Narrow and populous streets, as once by the margin of rivers

Stalked these birds unknown, that have left us only their footprints.

What, in a few short years, will remain of thy race but the footprints?

How canst thou walk in these streets, who hast trod the green turf of the prairies?

How canst thou breathe in this air, who hast breathed the sweet air of the mountains?

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