And hopeless at the helm may drop the weak and weary hand,
YET EVER--EVER TO THE WEST, for there the coast must lie,
And dim it dawns and glimmering dawns before thy reason's eye;
Yea, trust the guiding God--and go along the floating grave,
Though hid till now--yet now, behold the New World o'er the wave!
With Genius Nature ever stands in solemn union still,
And ever what the One foretels the Other shall fulfil.

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THE ANTIQUE TO THE NORTHERN WANDERER.

And o'er the river hast thou past, and o'er the mighty sea,
And o'er the Alps, the dizzy bridge hath borne thy steps to me;
To look all near upon the bloom my deathless beauty knows,
And, face to face, to front the pomp whose fame through ages goes--
Gaze on, and touch my relics now! At last thou standest here,
But art thou nearer now to me--or I to thee more near?

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THE ANTIQUE AT PARIS.

What the Grecian arts created,
May the victor Gaul, elated,
Bear with banners to his strand.[45]
In museums many a row,
May the conquering showman show