The Pleasures of Hope and Other Poems

 Thomas Campbell

The Pleasures of Hope and Other Poems, Thomas Campbell
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1830 Excerpt: ... earth an?! heaven. Can all that Optics teach, unfold Thy form to please me so, As when I dreamt of g'ems and gold Hid in thy radiant ow? When Science from Creation's face Enchantment's veil withdraws, What lovely visious yield their place To cold material laws! And yet, fair bow, no fabliiig dreams, Bnt words of the Most High, When o'er the green undelu(ged earth Heaven's covenant thou idst shine, I-low came the world's rey fathers forth To watch thy sacredg sign. And when its yellow lustre smiled O'er mountaius yet untrod, Each mother held aloft her child To bless the bow of God. Methinks, thy jubilee to keep, The first made anthem rang On earth deliver'd from the deep, And the first poet sang. Nor ever shall the Muse's eye Uuraptured greet thy beam: Theme of primeval prophecy, Be still the poet's theme. The earth to thee her inceuse yields, The lark thy welcome sings, When glittering in the freshen'd fields The snowy mushroom springs. How glorious is thy girdle cast O'er mountain, tower, and town, Or mirror'd in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down! As fresh in you horizon dark, As young thy beanties seem, As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebnilds thy span, Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man, All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, The Sun himself must die, Before this mortal shall assume Its Immortality! I saw a vision in my sleep, That ave my spirit strength to sweep Ad%wn the gul h of Time! I saw the last of Human mould, That shall Creation's death behold, As Adam saw her prime! The Sun's eye had a sickly glare, The Earth with age was wan, The skeletous of n...

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