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Emblems of strength untam'd ; yet conquering Time Has mellow'd half the sternness of their prime , And bade the lichen , ' mid their ruins grown ,
Imbrown with darker tints the vivid stone . Each channel'd pillar of the fane appears Unspoil'd , yet soften'd by consuming years ; So calmly awful , so serenely fair , The gazer's heart still mutely worships there .
Not always thus , when beam'd beneath the day No fairer scene than Paestum ' s lovely bay ; When her light soil bore plants of every hue , And twice each year her storied roses blew ; While bards her blooming honours lov'd to sing , And Tuscan zephyrs fann'd th * eternal
spring . Proud in the port the Tyrian moor'd his fleet , And wealth and commerce fiU ' d the peopled street ; ed
While here the rescu'd mariner ador The sea ' s dread sovereign , Posidonia ' s lord , With votive tablets deck'd yon hallow'd walls , Or su'd for Justice in her crowded halls .
There stood on high the white-rob'd Flamen—there The opening portal pour'd the choral prayer ; While to the o ' er-arching heaven swell'd full the sound , And incense blaz'd , and myriads knelt around .
'Tis past , the echoes of the plain are mute , E ' en to the herdsman ' s call , or shepherd ' s flute ; The toils of art , the charms of nature fail , And death triumphant rides the tainted
gale . From the lone spot the trembling peasants haste , A wild the garden , and the town a waste . But they * are still the same ; alike they mock The invader ' s menace and the tempest's shock ; * The temples .
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Such , ere the world had bow * d at Caesar ' s throne , / Ere yet proud Rome ' s all-conqu'ring name was known , They stood , —and fleeting centuries in
v Have pour'd their fury o ' er the enduring fane ; Such long shall stand *—proud relics of a clime , -
Where man was glorious and his works sublime , While in the progress of their long dec&y , Thrones sink to dust , and nations pass away .
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Poetry . —Lines from a Husband to his Wife . < 62 l
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LINES FROM A HUSBAND TO HIS WIFE . Best of wives and best of friends , Whose fate with mine Jehovah blends , Again I greet thee , and renew The thanks to love and friendship due *
Years thirty-one , with rapid flight , Like arrows tipt with silver light , Have o ' er us gleam'd , and past away ; Since iirst with heartfelt joy I saw The murky clouds of night withdraw , And haii'd my bridal day .
Still as our days and years have flown , How many mercies have we known ! How light the ills we ' ve had to bear ! Of good how large and rich a share ! Now Time , indeed , has brush'd away Our summer flowers : a wintry day Is creeping on , and weary age , Treads on the verge of life ' s last stage .
Through this last stage , as yet untrod , Like all the past , our father God His pow e rful aid will lend ; If we , with resignation meek , And humble faith , his mercy seek , And on his grace depend .
O let us then , devoid of care , To Him , without reserve or fear , Trust all our future . days : Assur'd of this , that he will best Appoint the time and place of rest , And fit us for his praise . E . BJuly 6 , 1821 .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Oct. 2, 1821, page 621, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2505/page/53/
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