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The day was named, the guests invited ;
That morn ('t was in Ste Julienne's cell,
All, all—the while--an awful distance keeping;
Then Jacqueline the silence broke.
Her brother kneeling too ;
And, if in aught his Sire has err'd,
He shook his aged locks of snow;
-Nor can’st thou, D'Arcy, feel resentment long;
Nor let the least be sent away.
Lost in the chase at set of sun;
(That night the miller's maid Colette
-Without it what are all the rest! To love and to be loved again.
I Louis the Fourteenth. 2 Allading to a popular story related of Henry the Fourth of France; similar to ours of "The King and Miller of Marsfield
But what felt D'Arcy, when at length Her father's gate was open fung? Ah, then he found a giant's strength; For round him, as for life, she clung! And when, her fit of weeping o'er, Onward they moved a little space, And saw an old man sitting at the door, Saw his wan cheek, and sunken eye That seem'd to gaze on vacancy, Then, at the sight of that beloved face, At once to fall upon his neck she flew; But-not encouraged-back she drew, And trembling stood in dread suspense, Her tears her only eloquence !
The Voyage of Columbus.
Chi se' tu, che vieni !-
Yet here, in consecrated dust,
Here would I sleep, if sleep I must. The following Poem (or to speak more properly,
From Genoa when Columbus came, what remains of it') has here and there a lyrical (At once her glory and her shame) turn of thought and expression. It is sudden in its "T was here he caught the holy flame. transitions, and full of historical allusions; leaving
"T was here the generous vow he made;
Ilis banners on the altar laid.much to be imagined by the reader. The subject is a voyage the most memorable in the
One hallow'd morn, methought, I felt annals of mankind. Columbus was a person of ex
As if a soul within me dwelt! traordinary virtue and piety, acting under the sense of
But who arose and gave to me a divine impulse; and his achievement the discovery
The sacred trust I keep for thee, of a New World, the inhabitants of which were shut
And in his cell at even-tide out from the light of Revelation, and given up, as
Knelt before the cross and died they believed, to the dominion of malignant spirits.
Inquire not now. His name no more Many of the incidents will now be thought extrav
Glimmers on the chancel-floor, agant ; yet they were once perhaps received with
Near the lights that ever shine something more than indulgence. It was an age of
Before St. Mary's blessed shrine. miracles; and who can say that among the venerable
To me one little hour devote, legends in the library of the Escurial, or the more
And lay thy staff and scrip beside thee; authentic records which fill the great chamber in the
Read in the temper that he wrote, Archido of Simancas, and which relate entirely to the
And may his gentle spirit guide thee! deep tragedy of America, there are no volumes that
My leaves forsake me, one by one ; mention the marvellous things here described ? In
The book-worm through and through has gone, deed the story, as already told throughout Europe,
Oh haste-unclasp me, and unfold; admits of no heightening. Such was the religious
The tale within was never told ! enthusiasın of the early writers, that the Author had only to transfuse it into his verse; and he appears to have done little more; though some of the circum
PREFACE TO THE SECOND EDITION. stances which he alludes to as well known, have long ceased to be so. By using the language of that day, he has called up Columbus “ in his habit as he
There is a spirit in the old Spanish Chroniclers lived;" and the authorities, such as exist, are care of the sixteenth century that may be compared to the fully given by the Translator.
freshness of water at the fountain-head. Their simplicity, their sensibility to the strange and the won
derful, their very weaknesses, give an infinite value, INSCRIBED ON THE ORIGINAL MANUSCRIPT.
by giving a life and a character to every thing they UNCLASP me, Stranger; and unfold, touch ; and their religion, which bursts out everyWith trembling care, my leaves of gold where, addresses itself to the imagination in the Rich in Gothic portraiture
highest degree. If they err, their errors are not their If yet, alas, a leaf endure,
own. They think and feel after the fashion of the In Rabida's monastic fane,
time; and their narratives are so many moving I cannot ask, and ask in vain.
pictures of the actions, manners, and thoughts of The language of Castile I speak;
their contemporaries. 'Mid many an Arab, many a Greek,
What they had to communicate, might well make Old in the days of Charlemain ;
them eloquent; but, inasmuch as relates to ColumWhen ministrel-music wander'd round,
bus, the inspiration went no farther. No National And Science, waking, bless'd the sound. Poem appeared on the subject; no Camoëns did
No earthly thought has here a place, honor to his Genius and his Virtues. Yet the mateTho cowl let down on every face;
rials, that have descended to us, are surely not un
poetical; and a desire to avail myself of them, to 1 The Original, in the Castilian language, according to the convey in some instances as far as I could, in others inscription that follows, was found among other MSS. in an old as far as I dared, their warmth of coloring and religious house near Palos, situated on an island formed by the wildness of imagery, led me to conceive the idea of describes himself as having sailed with Columbus ; but this a Poem written not long after his death, when the ayle and mannes are evidently of an after-timo.
great consequences of the Discovery were beginning
to unfold themselves, but while the minds of men Him, by the Paynim bard descried of yore, (b) were still clinging to the superstitions of their fathers. And ere his coming sung on either shore,
The Event here described may be thought too Him could not I exalt—by Heaven design'd recent for the Machinery; but I found them together.' To lift the veil that cover'd half mankind ! A belief in the agency of Evil Spirits prevailed over Yet, ere I die, I would fulfil my vow; both hemispheres ; and even yet seems almost neces- Praise cannot wound his generous spirit now. sary to enable us to clear up the Darkness, and, in this instance at least,
'T'was night. The Moon, o'er the wide wave, disTo justify the ways of God to Men.
When, slowly rising in the azure sky,
Three white sails shone-but to no mortal eye,
Entering a boundless sea. In slumber cast, Columbus, having wandered from kingdom to king. The very ship-boy, on the dizzy mast, dom, at length obtains three ships and sets sail on the Half breathed his orisons ! Alone unchanged, Atlantic. The compass alters from its ancient direc- Calmly, beneath, the great Commander (2) range, tion; the wind becomes constant and unremitting ; Thoughtful, not sad; and, as the planet grew, night and day he advances, till he is suddenly stop His noble form, wrapt in his mantle blue, ped in his course by a mass of vegetation, extending Athwart the deck a deepening shadow threw. as far as the eye can reach, and assuming the ap- “ Thee hath it pleased – Thy will be done!" he said, (3; pearance of a country overwhelmed by the sea. Then sought his cabin ; and, their capas' spread, Alarm and despondence on board. He resigns him- Around him lay the sleeping as the dead, self to the care of Heaven, and proceeds on his When, by his lamp, to that mysterious Guide, voyage ; while columns of water move along in his On whose still counsels all his hopes relied, path before him.
That Oracle to man in mercy given, Meanwhile the deities of America assemble in Whose voice is truth, whose wisdom is from heaven,(4, council; and one of the Zemi, the gods of the island. Who over sands and seas directs the stray, ers, announces his approach. “In vain," says he,“ have And, as with God's own finger, points the way, we guarded the Atlantic for ages. A mortal has He turn’d; but what strange thoughts perplex'd his soul, baffled our power; nor will our votaries arm against When, lo, no more attracted to the Pole, him. Yours are a sterner race. Hence; and, while The Compass, faithless as the circling vane, we have recourse to stratagem, do you array the na. Flutter'd and fix’d, flutter'd and fix'd again! tions round your altars, and prepare for an extermi- At length, as by some unseen hand imprest, nating war." They disperse while he is yet speaking; It sought with trembling energy the West! 2 and, in the shape of a condor, he directs his flight to “ Ah no," he cried, and calm'd his anxious brow, the fleet. His journey described. He arrives there. Ill, nor the signs of ill, 't is thine to show, A panic. A mutiny. Columbus restores order; con. Thine but to lead me where I wish'd to go!" tinues on his voyage ; and lands in a New World. Columbus err'd not. (5) In that awful hour, Ceremonies of the first interview. Rites of hospitality. Sent forth to save, and girt with godlike power, The ghost of Cazziva.
And glorious as the regent of the Sun, Two months pass away, and an Angel, appearing An Angel carne! He spoke, and it was done! in a dream to Columbus, thus addresses him; “Re- He spoke, and, at his call, a mighty Wind, (6) turn to Europe ; though your Adversaries, such is the Not like the fitful blast, with fury blind, will of Heaven, shall let loose the hurricane against But deep, majestic, in its destined course, you. A little while shall they triumph; insinuating Sprung with unerring, unrelenting force, themselves into the hearts of your followers, and from the bright East. Tides duly ebb’d ond flow'd ; making the World, which you came to bless, a scene Stars rose and set; and new horizons glow'd; of blood and slaughter. Yet is there cause for re- Yet still it blew! As with primeval sway joicing. Your work is done. The cross of Christ is Still did its ample spirit, night and day, planted here; and, in due time, all things shall be Move on the waters !-All, resignid to Fate, made perfect!'
Folded their arms and sat ;(7) and seemd 10 wait
Some sudden change; and sought, in chill suspense, CANTO I.
New spheres of being, and new modos of serke;
As men departing, though not doom'd to die, Night-Columbus on the Atlantic--the Variation And midway on their passage to eternity.
of the Compass, etc.
The Voyage continued.
“What vast foundations in the Abyss are there, (8 1 Perhaps even a contemporary subject should not be reject- As of a former world? Is it not where ed as such, however wild and extravagant it may be, if the Atlantic kings their barbarous pomp display'd ; (9) manners be foreign and the place distant-major ó longinquo Sunk into darkness with the realms they sway'd, reverentia. “L'éloignement des pays," says Racine, "répare en quelque sorte la trop grande proximité des temps ; car le people ne met guère de difference entre ce qui eat, si j'ose ainsi
I The rapa is the Spanish cloak. parler, à mille ans de lui, et ce qui en est à mille lieues."
2 llerrera, tee. I. h, i, c. 9.
When towers and temples, through the closing wave, 'Mid pillars of Basalt, the work of fire,
The pilot smote his breast; the watchman cried Each moved a God; and all, as Gods possess'd * Land!" and his voice in faltering accents died. (10) One half the globe ; from pole to pole confess'd! (17) At once the fury of the prow was quellid;
Oh could I now—but how in mortal verseAnd (whence or why from many an age withheld) (11) Their numbers, their heroic deeds rehearse ! Shrieks, not of men, were mingling in the blast; These in dim shrines and barbarous symbols reign, And arined shapes of godlike stature pass'd! Where Plata and Maragnon meet the main. (18) Slowly along the evening-sky they went,
Those the wild hunter worships as he roves, As on the edge of some vast battlement;
In the green shade of Chili's fragrant groves; Helmet and shield, and spear and gonfalon Or warrior-tribes with rites of blood implore, Streaming a baleful light that was not of the sun! Whose night-fires gleam along the sullen shore Long from the stern the great adventurer gazed
Of Huron or Ontario, inland seas, (19) With awe not fear; then high his hands he raised. What time the song of death is in the breeze! ** Thou All-supreme-in goodness as in power, ”T was now in dismal pomp and order due, Who, from his birth to this eventful hour,
While the vast concave flash'd with lightnings blue, Hast led thy servant (12) over land and sea, On shining pavements of metallic ore, Confessing 'Thee in all, and all in Thee,
That many an age the fusing sulphur bore, Oh still" —He spoke, and lo, the charm accurst They held high council. All was silence round, Fled whence it came, and the broad barrier burst! When, with a voice most sweet yet most profound, A vain illusion! (such as mocks the eyes
A sovereign Spirit burst the gates of night, of fearful men, when mountains round them rise
And from his wings of gold shook drops of liquid From less than nothing) nothing now beheld,
From age to age the melancholy deep!
• Prepare, again prepare,” 'Mid the mute nations of the purple deep.
Thus o'er the soul the thrilling accents came, -And now the sound of harpy-wings they hear;
" Thrones to resign for lakes of living flame, Now less and less, as vanishing in fear!
And triumph for despair. And, see, the heavens bow down, the waters rise,
He, on whose call afflicting thunders wait, And, rising, shoot in columns to the skies, (14)
Has will'd it; and his will is fate! 'That stand—and still, when they proceed, retire,
In vain the legions, emulous to save, As in the desert burn'd the sacred fire;
Hung in the tempest o'er the troubled main; (21) Moving in silent majesty, till Night
Turn'd each presumptuous prow that broke the wave, Descends, and shuts the vision from their sight.
And dash'd it on its shores again.
What mighty banners stream in the bright track of
No voice, as erst, sball in the desert rise ; (22) Though changed my cloth of gold for amice Nor ancient, dread solemnities grey-(15)
With scorn of death the trembling tribes inspire. lo my spring-time, when every month was May, Wreaths for the Conqueror's brow the victims bind! With hawk and bound I coursed away the hour,
Yet, though we fled yon firmament of fire,
Still shall we fly, all hope of rule resign d ?"
He spoke; and all was silence, all was night! (23) And scarce my knees sustain my book of prayer,
Each had already wing'd his formidable flight.
The Voyage continued. I was in the deep immeasurable cave
"Ai, why look back, though all is left behind ? Of Andes, (16) echoing to the Southern wave, No sounds of life are stirring in the wind.
And you, ye birds, winging your passage home, Then sunk his generous spirit, and he wept.
Filld with its busy scenes his lonely mind;
The solemn march, the vows in concert given, (27)
The bended knees and lifted hands to heaven,
The incensed rites, and choral harmonies,
The Guardian's blessings mingling with his sighs; High on the deck He stood, disdaining rest;
While his dear boys—ah, on his neck they hung, (28)
And long at parting to his garments clung. (His amber chain the only badge he bore,' His mantle blue such as his fathers wore)
Oft in the silent night-watch doubt and fear Fathom'd, with searching hand, the dark profound, Broke in uncertain murmurs on his ear. And scatter'd hope and glad assurance round; Oft the stern Catalan, at noon of day, Though, like some strange portentous dream, the past Mutter'd dark threats, and linger'd to obey ; Still hover'd, and the cloudless sky o'ercast. Though that brave Youth-he, whom his courser At day-break might the Caravels? be seen,
bore Chasing their shadows o'er the deep serene;
Right through the midst, when, fetlock-deep in gore, Their burnish'd prows lash'd by the sparkling tide, The great Gonzalo (29) battled with the Moor Their green-cross standardswaving far and wide. What time the Alhambra shook-soon to unfold And now once more to better thoughts inclined, Its sacred courts, and fountains yet untold, The seaman, mounting, clamor'd in the wind. Its holy texts and arabesques of gold), The soldier (24) told his tales of love and war; Though Roldan, (30) sleep and death to him alike, The courtier sung—sung to his gay guitar.
Grasp'd his good sword and half unsheathed to strike Round, at Primero, sate a whisker'd band;
Oh born to wander with your flocks," he cried, So Fortune smiled, careless of sea or land! (25) And bask and dream along the mountain-side ; Leon, Montalvan (serving side by side ;
To urge your mules, tinkling from hill to hill;
And strike your castanets, with gipsy-maid
Come on," he cried, and threw his glove in scorn, Chain'd down in Fez, beneath the bitter thong, · Not this your wonted pledge, the brimming hom, To the hard bench and heavy oar so long!
Valiant in peace! adventurous at home! Albert of Florence, who, at twilight-time,
Oh, had ye vow'd with pilgrim-staff to roam;
He said, he drew; then, at his Master's frown,
The flight of an Angel of Darkness.
War with the Great in War let others sing,
Havoc and spoil, and tears and triumphing,
The morning-march that flashes to the sun,
The feast of vultures when the day is done ;
And the strange tale of many slain for one! A world of waves, a sea without a shore,
I sing a Man, amidst his sufferings here, Trackless and vast and wild as that reveal'd
Who watch'd and served in humbleness and fear; When round the Ark the birds of tempest wheel'd; Gentle to others, to himself severe. When all was still in the destroying hour
Still unsubdued by Dangers varying form, No sign of man! no vestige of his power! Still, as unconscious of the coming slorin, One at the stern before the hour-glass stood,
He look'd elate; and, with his wonted smile, As 't were to count the sands; one o'er the flood
On the great Ordnance leaning, would beguile Gazed for St. Elmo;s while another cried
The hour with talk. His beard, his mien sublime, “Once more good-morrow!" and sate down and Shadow'd by Age-by Age before the time,' sigh’d.
From many a sorrow borne in many a clime,
Moved every heart. And now in opener skies
Stars, milder suns, that love a shade to cast,
And on the bright wave fling the trembling mast! 1 F. Columbus, c. 32.
Another firmament! the orhs that roll, 2 Light vessels, formerly used by the Spaniards and Portu- Singly or clustering, round the Southern pole! guese.
Nor yet the four that glorify the Night 3 F. Columbus, c. 23. 4 Many such appellations occur in Bernal Diaz. c. 204. 5 A luminous appearance of good omen.
1 F. Col. c. 3.