Wakes the unholy song of war,
Arose a stately city,
Metropolis of the western continent :
There, now, the mossy column-
stone, 189
Indented by Time's unrelaxing grasp,
Which once appeared to brave
All, save its country's ruin ;
There the wide forest scene,
Rude in the uncultivated loveliness
Of gardens long run wild, 195
Seems, to the unwilling sojourner,
whose steps
Chance in that desert has delayed,
Thus to have stood since earth was
what it is.
Yet once it was the busiest haunt,
Whither, as to a common centre,
flocked 200
Strangers, and ships, and merchan-
dise :
Once peace and freedom blessed
The cultivated plain :
But wealth, that curse of man,
Blighted the bud of its prosperity : 205
Virtue and wisdom, truth and liberty,
Fled, to return not, until man shall
know
That they alone can give the bliss
Worthy a soul that claims
Its kindred with eternity. 210
' There 's not one atom of yon
earth
But once was living man ;
Nor the minutest drop of rain,
That hangeth in its thinnest cloud,
But flowed in human veins : 2 1 5
And from the burning plains
Where Libyan monsters yell,
From the most gloomy glens
Of Greenland's sunless clime,
To where the golden fields 220
Of fertile England spread
Their harvest to the day,
Thou canst not find one spot
Whereon no city stood. 224
' How strange is human pride !
I tell thee that those living things,
To whom the fragile blade of grass,
That springeth in the morn
And perisheth ere noon,
Is an unbounded world ; 230
I tell thee that those viewless beings,
Whose mansion is the smallest particle
Of the impassive atmosphere,
Think, feel and live like man ;
That their affections and antipathies,
Like his, produce the laws 236
Ruling their moral state ;
And the minutest throb
That through their frame diffuses
The slightest, faintest motion, 240
Is fixed and indispensable
As the majestic laws
That rule yon rolling orbs.'
The Fairy paused. The Spirit,
In ecstasy of admiration, felt 24s
All knowledge of the past revived ; the
events
Of old and wondrous times,
Which dim tradition interruptedly
Teaches the credulous vulgar, were un-
folded
In just perspective to the view ; 250
Yet dim from their infinitude.
The Spirit seemed to stand
High on an isolated pinnacle ;
The flood of ages combating below,
The depth of the unbounded universe
Above, and all around 256
Nature's unchanging harmony.
III
' Fairy ! ' the Spirit said,
And on the Queen of Spells
Fixed her aethereal eyes,
' I thank thee. Thou hast given
A boon which I will not resign, and
taught 5
A lesson not to be unlearned. I know
The past, and thence I will essay to glean
A warning for the future, so that man
May profit by his errors, and derive
Experience from his folly : 1 o
For, when the power of imparting joy
Is equal to the will, the human soul
Requires no other Heaven.'
Mob.
- Turn thee, surpassing Spirit !
Much yet remains unscanned. 1 5
