<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418516" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Vision Of Columbus - Book 9</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, round the yielding canopy of shade,<br>Again the Guide his heavenly power display'd.<br>Sudden, the stars their trembling fires withdrew,<br>Returning splendors burst upon the view;<br>Floods of unfolding light the skies adorn,<br>And more than midday glories grace the morn.<br>So shone the earth, as all the starry train,<br>Broad as full suns, had sail'd the ethereal plain;<br>When no distinguish'd orb could strike the sight,<br>But one clear blaze of all-surrounding light<br>O'erflow'd the vault of heaven. For now, in view<br>Remoter climes and future ages drew;<br>While deeds of happier fame, in long array,<br>Call'd into vision, fill the new-born day.<br>Far as the Angelic Power could lift the eye,<br>Or earth, or ocean bend the yielding sky;<br>Or circling suns awake the breathing gale,<br>Drake lead the way, or Cook extend the sail;<br>All lands, all seas, that boast a present name,<br>And all that unborn time shall give to fame,<br>Around the chief in fair expansion rise,<br>And earth's whole circuit bounds the level'd skies.<br>He saw the nations tread their different shores,<br>Ply their own toils and claim their local powers.<br>He mark'd what tribes still rove the savage waste,<br>What happier realms the sweets of plenty taste;<br>Where arts and virtues fix their golden reign,<br>Or peace adorns, or slaughter dyes the plain.<br>He saw the restless Tartar, proud to roam,<br>Move with his herds, and spread his transient home;<br>Thro' the vast tracts of China's fixt domain,<br>The sons of dull contentment plough the plain;<br>The gloomy Turk ascends the blood-stain'd car,<br>And Russian banners shade the plains of war;<br>Brazilia's wilds and Afric's burning sands<br>With bickering strife inflame the furious bands;<br>On blest Atlantic isles, and Europe's shores,<br>Proud wealth and commerce heap their growing stores,<br>While his own western world, in prospect fair,<br>Calms her brave sons, now breathing from the war,<br>Unfolds her harbours, spreads the genial soil,<br>And welcomes freemen to the cheerful toil.<br>When thus the Power. In this extended view,<br>Behold the paths thy changing race pursue.<br>See, thro' the whole, the same progressive plan,<br>That draws, for mutual succour, man to man,<br>From friends to tribes, from tribes to realms ascend,<br>Their powers, their interests and their passions blend;<br>Adorn their manners, social virtues spread,<br>Enlarge their compacts and extend their trade;<br>While chiefs like thee, with persevering soul,<br>Bid venturous barks to new discoveries roll;<br>High in the north, and tow'rd the southern skies,<br>New isles and nations greet the roving eyes;<br>Till each remotest realm, by friendship join'd,<br>Links in the chain that binds all human kind,<br>The union'd banners rise at last unfurl'd,<br>And wave triumphant round the accordant world.<br>As small swift streams their furious course impel,<br>Till meeting waves their winding currents swell;<br>Then widening sweep thro' each descending plain,<br>And move majestic to the boundless main:<br>'Tis thus society's small sources rise;<br>Through passions wild their devious progress lies;<br>Interest and faith and pride and power withstand,<br>And mutual ills the growing views expand;<br>Till tribes and states and empires find their place,<br>And one wide interest sways the peaceful race.<br>And see, in haste, the ascending scenes advance,<br>The ports unfold, the glimmering navies dance;<br>For commerce arm'd the different Powers combine,<br>And Heaven approving aids the blest design.<br>Tho' jarring realms, awhile the combat wage,<br>And hold in lingering strife, the unsettled age;<br>Yet no rude war, that sweeps the crimson plain,<br>Shall dare disturb the labours of the main.<br>For Heaven impartial spread the watery way,<br>Liberal as air and unconfined as day;<br>That every distant land the wealth might share,<br>Exchange their fruits and fill their treasures there;<br>Their speech assimilate, their empires blend,<br>And mutual interest fix the mutual friend.<br>The hero look'd: beneath his wondering eyes,<br>Bright streamers lengthen round the seas and skies;<br>The countless nations open all their stores,<br>Load every wave and croud the masted shores;<br>The sails, in mingling mazes, sweep the air,<br>And commerce triumphs o'er the rage of war.<br>From Baltic streams, that swell in lonely pride,<br>From Rhine's long course, and Texel's labouring tide,<br>From Gallia's coast, from Albion's hoary height,<br>And fair Hibernia, clothed in purer light,<br>Hispania's strand, that two broad oceans lave,<br>From Senegal's and Tagus' winding wave,<br>The gathering masts, in peaceful squadrons, rise,<br>And wave their cloudly curtains to the skies.<br>Thro' the deep strait that leads the midland tide,<br>The sails look forth and swell their beauteous pride;<br>Where Asia's isles and utmost shores extend,<br>Like rising suns, the sheeted masts ascend,<br>And join with peaceful toil the friendly train,<br>No more to combat on the liquid plain.<br>In distant glory, where the watery way<br>Spreads the blue borders of descending day,<br>The flowing flags unfold, in lengthening sweep,<br>Pride of the world and daughters of the deep.<br>From Arctic heavens, and deep in southern skies,<br>Where frost recedes as blooms of culture rise–<br>Where eastern Amur's lengthening current glides,<br>Where California breaks the billowy tides,<br>Peruvian streams their golden margins boast,<br>And spreading Chili leads the channel'd coast,<br>The pinions swell; till all the cloud-like train,<br>From pole to pole, o'ershades the whitening main.<br>So some imperial Seraph, placed on high,<br>From heaven's sublimest tower o'erlook'd the sky;<br>When space unfolding heard the voice of God,<br>And suns and stars and systems roll'd abroad,<br>Caught their first splendors from the all-beaming Eye<br>Began their years, and vaulted round the sky;<br>Their mingling spheres in bright confusion play,<br>Exchange their beams and fill the new-born day.<br>He saw, as widely spreads the unchannel'd plain,<br>Where inland realms for ages bloom'd in vain,<br>Canals, long-winding, ope a watery flight,<br>And distant streams and seas and lakes unite,<br>Where Darien hills o'erlook the gulphy tide,<br>By human art, the ridgy banks divide;<br>Ascending sails the opening pass pursue,<br>And waft the sparkling treasures of Peru.<br>Jeneiro's stream from Plata winds his way,<br>And bold Madera opes from Paraguay.<br>From fair Albania, tow'rd the falling sun,<br>Back thro' the midland, lengthening channels run,<br>Meet the far lakes, their beauteous towns that lave,<br>And Hudson join to broad Ohio's wave.<br>From dim Superior, whose unfathom'd sea<br>Drinks the mild splendors of the setting day,<br>New paths, unfolding, lead their watery pride,<br>And towns and empires rise along their side;<br>To Missisippi's source the passes bend,<br>And to the broad Pacific main extend.<br>From the red banks of blest Arabia's tide,<br>Thro' the dread Isthmus, waves unwonted glide;<br>From Europe's crouded coasts while bounding sails<br>Look through the pass and call the Asian gales.<br>Volga and Oby distant oceans join,<br>And the long Danube meets the rolling Rhine;<br>While other streams that cleave the midland plain,<br>Spread their new courses to the distant main.<br>He saw the aspiring genius of the age<br>Soar in the bard and strengthen in the sage;<br>With daring thought thro' time's long flight extend,<br>Rove the wide earth and with the heaven ascend;<br>Bid each fond wish, that leads the soul abroad,<br>Breathe to all men, to nature and to God.<br>He saw, where pale diseases, wont to brave<br>The pride of art, and croud the untimely grave,<br>With long-wrought life the nations learn to glow,<br>And blooming health adorn the locks of snow,<br>A countless train the healing science aid,<br>Its power establish and its blessings spread;<br>In every shape, that varying matter gives,<br>That rests or ripens, vegetates or lives,<br>By chymic power the springs of health they trace,<br>And add new beauties to the joyous race.<br>While thus the realms their mutual glories lend,<br>Unnumber'd sires the cares of state attend;<br>Blest with each human art, and skill'd to find,<br>Each wild device that prompts the wayward mind;<br>What soft restraints the untemper'd breast requires,<br>To caste new joys and cherish new desires,<br>Expand the selfish to the social flame,<br>And fire the soul to deeds of nobler fame.<br>They see, in all the boasted paths of praise,<br>What partial views heroic ardor raise;<br>What mighty states on others' ruins stood,<br>And built, secure, their haughty seats in blood;<br>How public virtue's ever-borrow'd name<br>With proud applause hath graced the deeds of shame,<br>Bade Rome's imperial standard wave sublime,<br>And patriot slaughter spread to every clime;<br>From chief to chief, the kindling spirit ran,<br>The heirs of fame and enemies of man.<br>Where Grecian states in even balance hung,<br>And warm'd with jealous fires the sage's tongue,<br>The exclusive ardor cherish'd in the breast<br>Love to one land, and hatred to the rest.<br>And where the flames of civil discord rage,<br>And kindred arms destructive combat wage,<br>The unchanging virtue rises, still the same,<br>To build a Cromwell's as a Charles's name,<br>No more the noble patriotic mind,<br>To narrow views and local laws confined,<br>'Gainst neighbouring lands directs the public rage,<br>Plods for a realm or counsels for an age;<br>But lifts a larger thought, and reaches far,<br>Beyond the power, beyond the wish of war;<br>For realms and ages forms the general aim,<br>Makes patriot views and moral views the same,<br>Sees with prophetic eye in peace combined,<br>The strength and happiness of human-kind.<br>Now had the hero, with delighted eye,<br>Roved o'er the climes, that lengthen'd round the sky;<br>When the blest Guide his heavenly power display'd,<br>The earth all trembles and the visions fade:<br>Thro' other scenes descending ages roll,<br>And still new wonders open on his soul.<br>Again his view the range of nature bounds,<br>Confines the concave and the world surrounds;<br>When the wide nations all arise more near,<br>And a mixt tumult murmurs in his ear.<br>At first, like heavy thunders, borne, afar,<br>Or the dire conflict of a moving war,<br>Or waves resounding on the craggy shore,<br>Hoarse roll'd the loud-toned undulating roar.<br>At length the sounds, like human voices, rise,<br>And different nations' undistinguish'd cries<br>Flow from all climes around in wild career,<br>And grate harsh discord in the aching ear.<br>Now more distinct the wide concussion, grown,<br>Rolls forth, at times, an accent like his own;<br>While thousand tongues from different regions pour,<br>And drown all words in one convulsing roar.<br>By turns the sounds assimilating rise,<br>And smoother voices gain upon the skies;<br>Mingling and softening still, in every gale,<br>O'er the harsh tones harmonious strains prevail.<br>At last a simple, universal sound<br>Fills every clime and soothes the world around;<br>From echoing shores the swelling strain replies,<br>And moves melodious o'er the warbling skies.<br>Such wild commotions as he heard and view'd,<br>In fixt astonishment the hero stood,<br>And thus besought the Guide: Celestial friend,<br>What good to man can these dread scenes intend?<br>What dire distress attends that boding sound,<br>That breathes hoarse thunder o'er the trembling ground?<br>War sure has ceased; or have my erring eyes<br>Misread the glorious visions of the skies?<br>Tell then, my Seer, if future earthquakes sleep,<br>Closed in the conscious caverns of the deep,<br>Waiting the day of vengeance, when to roll,<br>And rock the rending pillars of the pole?<br>Or tell if ought, more dreadful to my race,<br>In these dark signs, thy heavenly wisdom trace?<br>And why the wild confusion melts again,<br>In the smooth glidings of a tuneful strain?<br>The voice of Heaven replied; Thy fears give o'er;<br>The rage of war shall sweep the plains no more;<br>No dire distress these strange events foredoom,<br>But give the marks of nobler joys to come;<br>The tongues of nations, here, harmonious blend,<br>Till one pure language thro' the earth extend.<br>Thou knowest, when impious Babel dared arise,<br>With sacred rites to grace the starry skies,<br>Tumultuous discord seized the trembling bands,<br>Opposed their labours and unnerved their hands,<br>Dispersed the bickering tribes, and drove them far,<br>To roam the waste and fire their souls for war;<br>Bade kings arise, and from their seats be hurl'd,<br>And pride and conquest range the extended world.<br>In this the marks of heavenly wisdom shine,<br>And speak the counsel, as the hand, divine.<br>In that far age, when o'er the world's broad waste,<br>Surrounding shades their gloomy horrors cast,<br>If men, while pride and power the breast inflamed,<br>By speech allied, one natal region claim'd,<br>No timorous tribe a different clime would gain,<br>Or lift the sail, or dare the billowy main.<br>Fixt in a central spot their lust of power<br>Would rage insatiate, and the race devour;<br>A howling waste the unpeopled world remain;<br>And oceans roll, and climes extend in vain.<br>Far other counsels, in the Eternal Mind,<br>Lead on the unconscious steps of human kind;<br>O'errule the ills their daring crimes produce,<br>By ways unseen, to serve the happiest use.<br>For this, the early tribes were taught to range,<br>For this, their language and their laws to change;<br>Tempt the wide wave and warm the genial soil,<br>To crown with fruits the hardy hand of toil,<br>Divide their forces, wheel the conquering car,<br>Deal mutual death, and civilize by war.<br>And now the effects, thro' every land, extend,<br>These dread events have found their fated end;<br>Unnumber'd tribes have dared the savage wood,<br>And streams unnumber'd swell'd with human blood,<br>Increasing nations with the years of time,<br>Spread their wide walks to each delighted clime,<br>To mutual wants their barter'd tributes paid,<br>Their counsels soften'd and their wars allay'd;<br>While powerful commerce bids the flag unroll,<br>And wave the union of the accordant whole.<br>At this blest period, when thy peaceful race<br>Shall speak one language and one cause embrace,<br>Science and arts a speedier course shall find,<br>And open earlier on the infant mind,<br>No foreign terms shall croud with barbarous rules,<br>The dull, unmeaning pageantry of schools;<br>Nor dark authorities, nor names unknown<br>Fill the learn'd head with ign'rance not its own;<br>But truth's fair eye, with beams unclouded, shine,<br>And simplest rules her moral lights confine;<br>One living language, one unborrow'd dress<br>Her boldest flights with happiest force express;<br>Triumphant virtue, in the garb of truth,<br>Win a pure passage to the heart of youth,<br>Pervade all climes, where suns or oceans roll,<br>And bid the gospel cheer the illumined whole.<br>As the glad day-star, on his golden throne,<br>Fair type of truth and promise of the sun,<br>Smiles up the orient, in his rosy ray,<br>Illumes the front of heaven, and leads the day;<br>Thus soaring Science daughter of the skies,<br>First o'er the nations bids her beauties rise,<br>Prepares the glorious way, to pour abroad<br>The beams of Heaven's own morn, the splendors of a God.<br>Then blest Religion leads the raptured mind,<br>Thro' brighter fields and pleasures more refined;<br>Teaches the roving eye, at one broad view,<br>To glance o'er time and look Existence thro',<br>See worlds, and worlds, to Being's formless end,<br>With all their hosts, on one dread Power depend,<br>Seraphs and suns and systems round him rise,<br>Live in his life and kindle from his eyes,<br>His boundless love, his all-pervading soul<br>Illume, sublime and harmonize the whole;<br>Teaches the pride of man to fix its bound,<br>In one small point of this amazing round;<br>To shrink and rest, where Heaven has fix'd its fate,<br>A line its space, a moment for its date;<br>Instructs the heart a nobler joy to taste,<br>And share its feelings with another's breast,<br>Extend its warmest wish for all mankind,<br>And catch the image of the Maker's mind;<br>While mutual love commands all strife to cease,<br>And earth join joyous in the songs of peace.<br>Thus heard the chief, impatient to behold<br>The expected years, in all their charms, unfold:<br>The soul stood speaking thro' his gazing eyes,<br>And thus his voice; Oh, bid the visions rise!<br>Command, celestial guide, from each far pole,<br>The blissful morn to open on my soul;<br>And lift those scenes, that ages fold in night,<br>Living, and glorious, to my longing sight;<br>Let heaven, unfolding, ope the eternal throne,<br>And all the concave flame in one clear sun;<br>On clouds of fire, with Angels at his side,<br>The Prince of peace, the King of Salem ride,<br>With smiles of love to greet the raptured earth,<br>Call slumbering ages to a second birth;<br>With all his white-robed millions fill the train,<br>And here commence the interminable reign.<br>Such views, the Power replies, would drown thy sight,<br>And seal thy visions in eternal night;<br>Nor Heaven permits, nor Angels can display<br>The unborn glories of that blissful day.<br>Enough for thee, that thy delighted mind,<br>Should trace the deeds and blessings of thy kind;<br>That time's descending vale should ope so far,<br>Beyond the reach of wretchedness and war;<br>Till all the paths in Heaven's extended plan,<br>Fair in thy view should lead the steps of man;<br>To form, at last, in earth's benighted ball,<br>Union of parts and happiness of all.<br>To thy glad view these rolling scenes have shown,<br>What boundless blessings thy vast labours crown;<br>That, with the joys of unborn ages blest,<br>Thy soul, exulting, may retire to rest,<br>And find, in regions of unclouded day,<br>What heaven's bright walks and endless years display.<br>Behold, once more, around the earth and sky,<br>The last glad visions wait thy raptured eye.<br>The great Observer look'd; the land and sea,<br>In solemn grandeur, stretch'd beneath him, lay;<br>Here swell the mountains, there the oceans roll,<br>And beams of beauty kindle round the pole.<br>O'er all the range, where coasts and climes extend,<br>In glorious pomp the works of peace ascend.<br>Robed in the bloom of spring's eternal year,<br>And ripe with fruits, the same glad fields appear,<br>On each long strand unnumber'd cities run,<br>Bend their bright walls and sparkle to the sun;<br>The streams, all freighted from the bounteous plain,<br>Swell with the load and labour to the main;<br>Where widening waves command a bolder gale,<br>And prop the pinions of a broader sail:<br>Sway'd with the floating weight, the ocean toils,<br>And joyous nature's last perfection smiles.<br>Now, fair beneath his view, the important age<br>Leads the bold actors on a broader stage;<br>When, clothed majestic in the robes of state,<br>Moved by one voice, in general council meet<br>The fathers of all empires: 'twas the place,<br>Near the first footsteps of the human race;<br>Where wretched men, first wandering from their God,<br>Began their feuds and led their tribes abroad.<br>In this mid region, this delightful clime,<br>Rear'd by whole realms, to brave the wrecks of time,<br>A spacious structure rose, sublimely great,<br>The last resort, the unchanging scene of state.<br>On rocks of adamant the walls ascend,<br>Tall columns heave, and Parian arches bend;<br>High o'er the golden roofs, the rising spires,<br>Far in the concave meet the solar fires;<br>Four blazing fronts, with gates unfolding high,<br>Look, with immortal splendor, round the sky:<br>Hither the delegated sires ascend,<br>And all the cares of every clime attend.<br>As the fair first-born messengers of heaven,<br>To whom the care of stars and suns is given,<br>When the last circuit of their winding spheres<br>Hath finish'd time and mark'd their sum of years,<br>From all the bounds of space (their labours done)<br>Shall wing their triumphs to the eternal throne;<br>Each, from his far dim sky, illumes the road,<br>And sails and centres tow'rd the mount of God;<br>There, in mid heaven, their honour'd seats to spread,<br>And ope the untarnish'd volumes of the dead:<br>So, from all climes of earth, where nations rise,<br>Or lands or oceans bound the incumbent skies,<br>Wing'd with unwonted speed, the gathering throng<br>In ships and chariots, shape their course along;<br>Till, wide o'er earth and sea, they win their way,<br>Where the bold structure flames against the day;<br>There, hail the splendid seat by Heaven assign'd,<br>To hear and give the counsels of mankind.<br>Now the dread concourse, in the ample dome,<br>Pour thro' the arches and their seats assume;<br>Far as the extended eye can range around,<br>Or the deep trumpet's solemn voice resound,<br>Long rows of reverend sires, sublime, extend,<br>And cares of worlds on every brow suspend.<br>High in the front, for manlier virtues known,<br>A sire elect, in peerless grandeur, shone;<br>And rising oped the universal cause,<br>To give each realm its limit and its laws;<br>Bid the last breath of dire contention cease,<br>And bind all regions in the leagues of peace,<br>Bid one great empire, with extensive sway,<br>Spread with the sun and bound the walks of day,<br>One centred system, one all-ruling soul,<br>Live thro' the parts, and regulate the whole.<br>Here, said the Angel with a blissful smile,<br>Behold the fruits of thy unwearied toil.<br>To yon far regions of descending day,<br>Thy swelling pinions led the untrodden way,<br>And taught mankind adventurous deeds to dare,<br>To trace new seas and peaceful empires rear;<br>Hence, round the globe, their rival sails, unfurl'd,<br>Have waved, at last, in union o'er the world.<br>Let thy delighted soul no more complain,<br>Of dangers braved and griefs endured in vain,<br>Of courts insidious, envy's poison'd stings,<br>The loss of empire and the frown of kings;<br>While these bright scenes thy glowing thoughts compose,<br>To spurn the vengeance of insulting foes;<br>And all the joys, descending ages gain,<br>Repay thy labours and remove thy pain.<br>The END.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Joel+Barlow">Joel Barlow</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418516" data-title="Vision Of Columbus - Book 9 de Joel Barlow" data-description="Now, round the yielding canopy of shade, Again the Guide his heavenly power display'd. 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