A. B. M.
Tuscaloosa, Alabama.
For the Southern Literary Messenger.
HYMN TO THE STARS.
BY D. MARTIN, of Mobile.
| Ye burning blazonry of God! Ye glittering lights that never die! That pace the realms by seraphs trod! And hold untiring watch on high! And circling heaven's eternal king, Ye dwell—His glorious fashioning! Creation saw your timeless birth, When from your own clear sapphire skies, Ye looked upon the virent earth,— An everlasting paradise!— And seemed to mock with silent gaze, Nature's green garb and tuneless lays! Since then ye've read the world's black page, And seen a stream sublime, Roll its dark waters o'er an age Of countless years of time!— In whose deep, dark, unletter'd caves, Earth hides her mighty as in graves! Life's wasting—but ye still shine on, And seem to me to be, The lights upon the horizon Of eternity's black sea!— Pointing to the sun-lit far off west, Where all immortal spirits rest! |