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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117599" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Vision</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Night o'er the earth her dusky robe had spread,<br>With gloom unwonted, moon and stars conceal'd<br>By dense and murky clouds, denied their light.<br>I musing lay reclined, involved in thought,<br>And pondering o'er the various changing scenes<br>This land had witness'd, until slumbers soft<br>Succeeded to my reverie, yet stole<br>So lightly over me, that I was still<br>Unconscious that I slept; and still my thoughts<br>Pursued the path, and wander'd o'er the scenes<br>Where they had waking roved. What! I exclaim'd,<br>Would be the feelings, or the words of Penn,<br>Did he now view the fair wide commonwealth,<br>Whose infancy was foster'd by his care?<br>I scarce had spoken, when an airy form<br>Before me stood. Her dark and piercing eye<br>Was lighted by a smile, that o'er her face,<br>In female beauty rich, benignant play'd.<br>Her tresses unadorn'd, save with a wreath<br>Of dewy wild-flowers, o'er her shoulders flung,<br>In glossy ringlets waved, or shaded light,<br>Her polish'd brow. Yet seem'd she not of gross<br>Corporeal mould; but rather like the air,<br>Condensed and visible. I knew the form—<br>'T was one whose aid I often had invoked,<br>What time I tuned or swept mine airy lyre,<br>Imagination! with a kindly smile,<br>She lightly touch'd, and bade me follow her.<br>My soul, unfetter'd, instant soar'd aloft,<br>Far, far above the confines of the earth,<br>Then paused; and while we hover'd, light in air,<br>My fair conductress bade me look around.<br>I look'd! beneath us Pennsylvania lay,<br>Her ripen'd harvests waving in the breeze,<br>And wet with dew of morning; for not yet<br>The sun had risen from his wavy bed,<br>But redden'd by his beams, the fleecy clouds,<br>Bright glowing, spoke his near approach. Toward one<br>That rested nearest earth, with purple tinged,<br>My guide conducted me. As near we drew,<br>With wonder I beheld, within its breast,<br>A form reposed as in an airy car,<br>Which bore (though half conceal'd and indistinct)<br>The human likeness. O'er his face beam'd love,<br>Compassion mild, benevolence divine<br>And universal. Sin no place had there,<br>Nor earthly passions—but bright peace serene,<br>Pure piety, and happiness unmix'd.<br>“Behold!” exclaim'd my guide, “with awe behold<br>The sainted spirit of the righteous Penn!”<br>Quick throbb'd my bosom at the name revered,<br>With mix'd emotions. Mute with awe I gazed<br>Upon the sacred form. Silent awhile,<br>He view'd the beauteous scene, till the fair town<br>Whose name denotes the love he bore to man,<br>Right ‘neath us lay. As with a father's love<br>He fondly gazed, then utterance gave to thought.<br>“Fair happy State! by Heaven's mercy risen<br>From a waste wilderness, a savage wild,<br>Uncultured, now transform'd to harvest plains,<br>With villages and cities studded thick.—<br>How changed art thou from what thou wert when first<br>I saw thee! now thou bear'st no middle rank<br>Among thy sisters—to thy farthest verge<br>The flowing tide of population rolls.<br>Then, Philadelphia! where thou spreadest now<br>Thy goodly domes, the Indian drove the chase.<br>Ye white men, ye have reft by slow degrees<br>Your brethren of their land. O give them then,<br>What for the loss alone can compensate,<br>Your virtuous knowledge, justice, and your love.<br>Ye have escaped the ignominous stain,<br>Shameful and foul, that brands with deep disgrace<br>Your brethren of the south, the heavy curse<br>Of slavery. Then free the Indian from the bonds of vice.”<br>He ceased. And now the streets below were throng'd<br>With early passengers: among them came,<br>By the rude dress and tawny skin reveal'd,<br>Some stranger Indians. In wonder wrapp'd,<br>They view'd the various scenes, till they were shown<br>(Where stands the wretched maniacs’ abode)<br>The form of Miquen.* Instant at its base<br>With mingled reverence and love they knelt,<br>And while a tear unwonted dew'd their eyes,<br>Pray'd the great spirit, to protect, and bless<br>The friends of Miquen. In the eye of Penn<br>An answering tear-drop glow'd, an answering prayer<br>He breathed for them. “Yes, grateful men,” he said,<br>“Time has not from your memory yet erased<br>The elm-tree treaty.” Silence reign'd once more—<br>And like the morning mist the scene dissolved,<br>And disappear'd. I waked!—'t was darkness all;—<br>The rain beat heavily, rough blew the blast,<br>And all was silence, solitude, and night!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(*The Indian name of Penn.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elizabeth+Margaret+Chandler">Elizabeth Margaret Chandler</a> from <i>Poetical Works</i><div class=q>
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