But thou hast roll'd from chaos, ere the Word Creation started into life, and earth Rose proudly into birth. Thou hast thy mountain-waves resistless hurl'd And human littleness and human pride Oh! thou art lovely, when the golden smiles And send delicious odors in the breeze, From groves of spicy trees. Jehovah's name. At His command. Which gem thy breast, But thou art glorious when the tempest howls, When thunder roars, and the red lightning leaps Changes have fallen on the earth, but thou Hast been the same from the first age of men ; Though storms rush over thee, thou flowest on Thou takest from the continents, to add To wave-girt islands an extended space; And by degrees bare rocks with earth are clad Upon the night : As it did then. For a new race; How was their glory clouded with thy frown! When thou did'st speak! Silver and gold, O, might I but possess the precious store Which thou hast gather'd to thy hoards of old, And gems, from Heathen, Christian, Jew, and Moor,- For thou hast jewels of uncounted price, Had all its powers; And man allow'd his heart to be a clod, The mighty Babylon her tribute sent, And princely Tyre, and gorgeous Sidon too; From wond'rous Thebes the fated vessels went And gold of Ophir, cunning hands had wrought, But thy exchequer flourishes as high To pay their due: In mountain heaps; And India has poured forth her millions there And wave-girt Venice, thron'd upon the sea, Their precious things, And costly fabrics wove of silken twine, Yet thou'rt a miser with thy riches,-still Hungering for wealth, of little use to thee, Thou seekest more; |