« ForrigeFortsett »
Upon the strand, they heap their glossy bales; And works of Birmingham, in brass or steel; And flint, and pond'rous lead, from deep cells rais'd, Fit ballast in the fury of the storm, That tears the shrouds, and bends the stubborn mast : These, for the artists of the fleece, procure Various materials; and, for affluent life, The flavord tea, and glossy-painted vase ; Things elegant, (ill-titled, “ luxuries,”) In temperance us’d, delectable and good ; They, too, from hence, receive the strongest thread Of the green silk-worm. Various is the wealth Of that renown'd and ancient land ; secure, In constant peace, and commerce; tillid to th' height Of rich fertility, where, thick as stars, Bright habitations, glitter on each hill, And rock, and shady dale. Ev'n on the waves Of copious rivers, lakes, and bord’ring seas, Rise floating villages. No wonder-when, In every province, firm and level roads, And long canals, and navigable streams, Ever with ease conduct the works of toil To sure and speedy markets; thro' the length Of many a crowded region, many a clime, To the imperial tow'rs of CambaluNow Pekin—where the fleece is not unknown;
Since Calder's woofs, and those of Exe and Frome,
From the proud mart of Petersburg, ere-while The watery seat of Desolation wide, Issue these trading caravans,—and urge, Thro' dazzling snows, their dreary trackless road, By compass steering, oft, from week to week, From month to month. Whole seasons view their toils. Neva they pass; and Kesma's gloomy flood ; Volga; and Don; and Oka's torrent prone, Threat'ning in vain ; and many a cataract In its fall-stop'd-and bound with bars of ice.
Close on the left, unnumber'd tracks they view White with continual frost; and, on the right, The Caspian Lake, and ever-flow'ry realms, Tho' now abhorrd, behind them turn,--the haunt Of arbitrary rule, where regions wide Are destin’d to the sword; and, on each hand, Roads hung with carcases, or under foot Thick strown; while, in their rough, bewilder'd vales,
The blooming rose its fragrance breathes in vain,-
Sometimes, o'er level ways, on easy sleds, The gen'rous horse conveys the sons of Trade, And ever and anon the docile dog; And now the light rein-deer, with rapid pace Skim over icy lakes. Now, slow, they climb Aloft, o'er clouds; and, then, adown descend To hollow vallies,-till the eye beholds The roofs of Tobol, whose hill-crowning walls Shine, like the rising moon, thro' wat’ry mists; Tobol! th' abode of those unfortunate Exiles of angry state, and thralls of war; Solemn fraternity! where carl and prince, Soldier and Statesman, and uncrested chief, On the dark level of adversity, Converse familiar; while, amid the cares And toils for hunger, thirst, and nakedness, Their little public smiles, and the bright sparks Of trade are kindled. Trade arises, oft, And virtue, from adversity and want : Be witness, Carthage! witness, ancient Tyre! And thou, Batavia ! daughter of distress. This with his hands, which erst the truncheon held,
The hammer lifts; another bends and weaves
These rugged paths and savage landscapes pass’d, A new scene strikes their eyes. Among the clouds, Aloft, they view—what seems a chain of cliffs, Nature's proud work—that matchless work of Art, The wall of Sina, by Chihoham's pow'r, In earliest times, erected. Warlike troops, Frequent, are seen, in haughty march, along Its ridge—a vast extent, beyond the length Of many a potent empire!-tow’rs and ports, Three times a thousand, lift, thereon, their brows, At equal spaces; and in prospect, 'round, Cities, and plains, and kingdoms overlook.
At length the gloomy passage they attain ;
Now, to the other hemisphere, my Muse ! A new world found, extend thy daring wing. Be thou the first of the harmonious Nine