ll yet expand--
Until yon heap, on which the moonbeams play,
O'erlooks a hemisphere that owns my sway.
There boundless tracts of evershining snow,
There--flowery isles that in the tropics glow--
There sea-like pampas, waving to the main,
There--thousand cities dotting o'er the plain--
There--noble James--there Hudson's fairy tide--
There--Susquehanna--e'er with Song allied--
Here--broad Potomac, too,--shall here arise
The hum of wide industry to the skies.
There--mighty Oregon--amid the West--
Rolls wealth uncounted o'er his watery breast.
There--mightier Amazon--the King of Floods,
Sweeps grandly down from nevertraversed woods,
There--Lakes--supplied by endless hills of snow--
There--Mexico--the gulf of placid flow--
There--wide Atlantic--blue as Beauty's eyes--
There--far Pacific--vast as are the skies--
Each whitened by quick-passing, shifting sails,
Conspire to make me rich--till Carthage fails
To show a record of more wealth and power,
Even where the farthest isles became her dower.
And yon dusk hill[D], amid the moon's pale light,
In nation's eyes, shall soar a prouder height--
Till from each shore where man has learned to dwell--
The eyes shall strain, and feel the mighty spell--
For there repose the bones of Washington--
Upon that hill--earth's noblest, earthly one.

But this Columbia's fairest praise shall be,
Her Sons shall kneel beneath their chosen tree--
At prayer--as fades the daylight into even--
And, lift--unblamed--their hearts to smiling Heaven.

Here Learning, too, shall rear unnumbered domes,
Here Shakspeares--Tassos--find more happy homes,
Here Homer's fire, and Virgil's polished grace,
A sacred charm shall give to many a place.
Each shady hill shall be a Muse's haunt--
By each pure spring aerial nymphs shall chant--
Chant the sweet song to heavenly Liberty--
While thundering cataracts peal it to the sea!"
She spake no more;--or I too much opprest
By wondrous visions, needed welcome rest.
And when I waked, the day had now unfurled
His rosy banners o'er the laughing world,
And while the glorious prospect charmed my view,
I felt Columbia's prophecy was true.

[Footnote C: The National Capital at Washington.]

[Footnote D: The Tomb of Washington, at Mount Vernon.]

LOVE.

Of woman was I born, and man I am.
I come to teach the greatest, yet the most meek
Of all true lessons which man e'er can learn--
_God's man was made to love, and nought to hate,
Except the Ill w