. Poetical works of James Montgomery . wells my sail;—in spirit I beholdThat maiden world, twin-sister of the old,By nature nursed beyond the jealous sea,Denied to ages, but betrothd to The winds were prosperous, and the billows boreThe brave adventurer to the promised shore ;Far in the west, arrayd in purple light,Dawnd the new world on his enraptured sight:Not Adam, loosend from the encumbering by the breath of God to instant sweeter, Wilder wonder gazed around,When life within and light without he found ;When, all creation rushing oer his seemd to live an
. Poetical works of James Montgomery . wells my sail;—in spirit I beholdThat maiden world, twin-sister of the old,By nature nursed beyond the jealous sea,Denied to ages, but betrothd to The winds were prosperous, and the billows boreThe brave adventurer to the promised shore ;Far in the west, arrayd in purple light,Dawnd the new world on his enraptured sight:Not Adam, loosend from the encumbering by the breath of God to instant sweeter, Wilder wonder gazed around,When life within and light without he found ;When, all creation rushing oer his seemd to live and breathe throughout the felt Columbus, when, divinely the last look of resolute despair,The Hesperian isles, from distance dimly gradual beauty opend on his that proud moment, his transported mindThe morning and the evening worlds combined,And made the sea, that sunderd them before,A bond of peace, uniting shore to , visionary hope ! rapacious SpainFollowd her heros triumph oer the Her hardy sons, in fields of battle tried, Where Moor and Christian desperately died, A rabid race, fanatically bold. And steeld to cruelty by lust of gold. Traversed the waves, the unknown world explored, The cross their standard, but their faith the sword ; Their steps were graves; oer prostrate realms they trod; They worshippd Mammon while they vowd to God. Let nobler bards in loftier numbers tellHow Cortez conquerd, Montezuma fell;How fierce Pizarros ruffian arm oerthrewThe suns resplendent empire in Peru ;How, like a prophet, old Las Casas stood,And raised his voice against a sea of blood,Whose chillino- waves recoild while he foretoldHis countrys ruin by avenging gold.—That gold, for which unpitied Indians gold, at once the snare and scourge of by righteous Heaven was doonid to shedUnmingled curses on the spoilers head:For gold the Spaniard cast his soul away,—His gold and he were every nations prey. But theme
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