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!
For the Southern Literary Messenger.