I might with reverence When our forefiner Dishe Imagined sanctity. The cousing Unpurified by an ardentica Of amnesty, the med Loved not the lighting ge Of thickest state Of fruit protial, anoding Thou was a bundle Which labs night play ign; and the numerous flocks beneath that ample cope sheltered from the storm. Thou hast outlived hee awhile) a thing age of thy youth. all the stages thou hast pushed edling, hid in grass; ing; and, as century rolled ith moss-cushioned root t durable below! , animal, and man, ar them. Nature's threads, even in her coarsest works, yet sustain es, not unimpaired; nt impulse, to the cause eir dissolution owe. pend itself, comparing still of thy lot, thy growth "Princess! if our aged eyes Weep upon thy matchless wrongs, 'Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. "Rome shall perish,-write that word "Rome, for empire far renowned, Tramples on a thousand states; Soon her pride shall kiss the ground,— Hark! the Gaul is at her gates. "Other Romans shall arise, Heedless of a soldier's name, Sounds, not arms, shall win the prize,' "Then the progeny that springs From the forests of our land, 66 Armed with thunder, clad with wings, Shall a wider world command, Regions Cæsar never knew Thy posterity shall sway, Where his eagles never flew, None invincible as they." Such the bard's prophetic words, Of his sweet but awful lyre. She, with all a monarch's pride, Rushed to battle, fought and died, "Ruffians, pitiless as proud, Heaven awards the vengeance due; Shame and ruin wait for you." YARDLEY OAK. SURVIVOR sole, and hardly such, of all Relics of ages!—could a mind, imbued When our forefather Druids in their oaks Of amnesty, the meed of blood divine, Thou wast a bauble once; a cup and ball, Which babes might play with; and the thievish jay, Q Seeking her food, with ease might have purloined Thy rudiments should sleep the winter through. Thou fell'st mature; and in the loamy clod Didst burst thine egg, as theirs the fabled Twins, Now stars; two lobes, protruding, paired exact; A leaf succeeded, and another leaf, And, all the elements thy puny growth Fostering propitious, thou becamest a twig. Who lived when thou wast such? Oh, couldst thou speak, As in Dodona once thy kindred trees Oracular, I would not curious ask The future, best unknown, but at thy mouth By thee I might correct, erroneous oft, Time made thee what thou wast, king of the woods, And Time hath made thee what thou art-a cave For owls to roost in. Once thy spreading boughs O'erhung the champaign; and the numerous flocks Thy popularity, and art become Thou hast outlived (Unless verse rescue thee awhile) a thing Forgotten, as the foliage of thy youth. While thus through all the stages thou hast pushed Of girth enormous, with moss-cushioned root What exhibitions various hath the world That we account most durable below! Skies uncertain, now the heat Transmitting cloudless, and the solar beam Now quenching in a boundless sea of clouds,— In all that live, plant, animal, and man, And in conclusion mar them. Nature's threads, The force that agitates, not unimpaired; |