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SOING OF THE ZEIPIHYIR, SPIRIT.
I come from the deeps where the mermaiden twines,
Thou hast dreamed—hast thou not " — of those wavegirdled bowers, Where all that can win the heart, beams on the sight: Where life is a frolic through fancies and flowers, And the soul lives in dreams of a lasting delight. Thou wouldst win what thy dreams have long brought to thy view, Thou wouldst dwell with the moon that now beams upon thee, TO the fears of the earth—to its cares, bid adieu, Come, rest in the coral grove, deep in the sea.
With my breath I will fan thee when noon-day is nigh,
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OLD cradle of an infant world,
What solemn recollections throng, What touching visions rise, As wandering these old stones among, I backward turn mine eyes, And see the shadows of the dead flit round, Like spirits, when the last dread trump shall sound !
The wonders of an age combined
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They throng upon my wakened mind,
I hear the angry ocean rave,
I see a train of exiles stand,
I see the gloomy Indian range His woodland empire, free as air; I see the gloomy forest change, The shadowy earth laid bare, And, where the red man chased the bounding deer, The smiling labours of the white appear.
I see the haughty warrior gaze
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As the pale faces sweat to raise
A moment, and the pageant's gone; The red men are no more ; The palefaced strangers stand alone Upon the river's shore; And the proud wood king, who their arts disdained, Finds but a bloody grave, where once he reigned.
The forest reels beneath the stroke Of sturdy woodman's axe ; The earth receives the white man's yoke, And pays her willing tax Of fruits, and flowers, and golden harvest fields, And all that nature to blithe labour yields.
Then growing hamlets rear their heads,
Empire to empire swift succeeds,