From that bright eminence he then shall cast
A look of wonder on his wanderings past,
Congratulate himself, and o’er the earth
Firm the full reign of peace predestined at his birth.
So Hesper taught; and farther had pursued
A theme so grateful as a world renew’d;
But dubious thoughts disturb’d the Hero’s breast,
Who thus with modest mien the Seer addrest:
Say, friend of man, in this unbounded range,
Where error vagrates and illusions change,
What hopes to see his baleful blunders cease,
And earth commence that promised age of peace?
Like a loose pendulum his mind is hung,
From wrong to wrong by ponderous passion swung,
It vibrates wide, and with unceasing flight
Sweeps all extremes and scorns the mean of right.
Though in the times you trace he seems to gain
A steadier movement and a path more plain,
And though experience will have taught him then
To mark some dangers, some delusions ken,
Yet who can tell what future shocks may spread
New shades of darkness round his lofty head,
Plunge him again in some broad gulf of woes,
Where long and oft he struggled, wreckt and rose?
What strides he took in those gigantic times
That sow’d with cities all his orient climes!
When earth’s proud floods he tamed, made many a shore,
And talk’d with heaven from Babel’s glittering tower!
Did not his Babylon exulting say,
I sit a queen, forever stands my sway?
Thebes, Memphis, Nineveh, a countless throng,
Caught the same splendor and return’d the song;
Each boasted, promised o’er the world to rise,
Spouse of the sun, eternal as the skies.
Where shall we find them now? the very shore
Where Ninus rear’d his empire is no more:
The dikes decay’d, a putrid marsh regains,
The sunken walls, the tomb-encumber’d plains,
Pursues the dwindling nations where they shrink
And skirts with slime its deleterious brink.
The fox himself has fled his gilded den,
Nor holds the heritage he won from men;
Lapwing and reptile shun the curst abode,
And the foul dragon, now no more a god,
Trails off his train; the sickly raven flies;
A wide strong-stencht Avernus chokes the skies.
So pride and ignorance fall a certain prey
To the stanch bloodhound of despotic sway.
Then past a long drear night, with here and there
A doubtful glimmering from a single star;
Tyre, Carthage, Syracuse the gleam increase,
Till dawns at last the effulgent morn of Greece.
Here all his Muses meet, all arts combine
To nerve his genius and his works refine;
Morals and laws and arms, and every grace
That e’er adorn’d or could exalt the race,
Wrought into science and arranged in rules,
Swell the proud splendor of her cluster’d schools,
Build and sustain the state with loud acclaim
And work those deathless miracles of fame
That stand unrivall’d still; for who shall dare
Another field with Marathon compare?
Who speaks of eloquence or sacred song,
But calls on Greece to modulate his tongue?
And where has man’s fine form so perfect shone
In tint or mould, in canvass or in stone?
Yet from that splendid height o’erturn’d, once more
He dasht in dust the living lamp he bore.
Dazzled with her own glare, decoy’d and sold
For homebred faction and barbaric gold,
Greece treads on Greece, subduing and subdued,
New crimes inventing, all the old renew’d,
Canton o’er canton climbs; till, crusht and broke,
All yield the sceptre and resume the yoke.
Where shall we trace him next, the migrant man,
To try once more his meliorating plan?
Shall not the Macedonian, where he strides
O’er Asian worlds and Nile’s neglected tides,
Prepare new seats of glory, to repay
The transient shadows with perpetual day?
His heirs erect their empires, and expand
The beams of Greece through each benighted land;
Seleucia spreads o’er ten broad realms her sway
And turns on eastern climes the western ray;
Palmyra brightens earth’s commercial zone
And sits an emblem of her god the sun;
While fond returning to that favorite shore
Where Ammon ruled and Hermes taught of yore,
All arts concentrate, force and grace combine
To rear and blend the useful with the fine,
Restore the Egyptian glories and retain,
Where science dawn’d, her great resurgent reign.
From Egypt chased again, he seeks his home,
More firmly fixt in sage considerate Rome.
Here all the virtues long resplendent shone,
All that was Greek, barbarian and her own;
She school’d him sound and boasted to extend
Through time’s long course and earth’s remotest end
His glorious reign of reason; soon to cease
The clang of arms and rule the world in peace.
Great was the sense he gain’d and well defined
The various functions of his tutor’d mind;
Could but his sober sense have proved his guide,
And kind experience pruned the shoots of pride.
A field magnificent before him lay;
Land after land received the spreading ray;
Franchise and friendship travell’d in his train,
Bandits of earth and pirates of the main
Rose into citizens, their rage resign’d
And hail’d the great republic of mankind.
If ever then state slaughter was to pause,
And man from nature learn to frame his laws.
This was the moment; here the sunbeam rose
To hush the human storm and let the world repose.
But drunk with pomp and sickening at the light,
He stagger’d wild on this delirious height;
Forgot the plainest truths he learnt before,
And barter’d moral for material power.
From Calpe’s rock to India’s ardent skies,
O’er shuddering earth his talon’d Eagle flies,
To justice blind and heedless where she drove,
As when she bore the brandisht bolt of Jove.
Rome loads herself with chains, seals fast her eyes
And tells the insulted nations when to rise;
And rise they do, tempestuous in their sweep,
Swarm following swarm, o’ershading land and deep,
Roll back her outrage and indignant shed
The world’s wide vengeance on her sevenfold head.
Then dwindling back to littleness and shade
Man soon forgets the gorgeous glare he made,
Sinks to a savage serf or monkish drone,
Roves in rude hordes or counts his beads alone,
Wars with his arts, obliterates his lore
And burns the books that rear’d his race before.
Shrouded in deeper darkness now he veers
The vast gyration of a thousand years,
Strikes out each lamp that would illume his way,
Disputes his food with every beast of prey;
Imbands his force to fence his trist abodes,
A wretched robber with his feudal codes.
At length, it seems, some parsimonious rays
Collect from each far heaven a feeble blaze,
Dance o’er his Europe, and again excite
His numerous nations to receive the light.
But faint and slow the niggard dawn expands,
Diffused o’er various far dissunder’d lands,
Dreading, as well it may, to prove once more
The same sad chance so often proved before.
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