But now no more the patriotic mind

To narrow views and local laws confined,

Makes patriot views and moral views the same,
Works with enlightened zeal, to see combined
The strength and happiness of humankind.
At this blest period, when the total race
Shall speak one language and all truths embrace,
Instruction clear a speedier course shall find,
And open earlier on the infant mind,

Nor dark authorities, nor names unknown,
Fill the learned head with ignorance not its own,
But Wisdom's eye with beams unclouded shine,
And simplest rules her native charms define;
Triumphant Virtue, in the garb of Truth,
Win a pure passage to the heart of youth,
Pervade all climes where suns or oceans roll,
And warm the world with one great moral soul,—
To see, facilitate, attain the scope

Of all their labor and of all their hope."

Thus heard Columbus, eager to behold
The famed Apocalypse its years unfold,

The soul still speaking through his gazing eyes,
And thus his voice:

"( Oh, let the vision rise!
Command, celestial guide, from each far pole,
John's visioned morn to open on my soul,
And raise the scene by his reflected light,
Living and glorious, to my longing sight.
Let Heaven, unfolding, show the eternal throne
And all the conclave flame in one clear sun;
On clouds of fire, with angels at his side,
The Prince of Peace, the King of Salem ride,
With smiles of love to greet the bridal earth,
Call slumbering ages to a second birth,
With all his white-robed millions fill the train,
And here commence his interminable reign."

"Such views," the saint replies, "for sense too bright, Would seal thy vision in eternal night;

Man cannot face nor seraph power display
The mystic beams of such an awful day.
Enough for thee that thy delighted mind
Should trace the temporal actions of thy kind."

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'Here, then," said Hesper, with a blissful smile,
"Behold the fruits of thy long years of toil.
To yon bright borders of Atlantic day
Thy swelling pinions led the trackless way,
And taught mankind such useful deeds to dare,
To trace new seas and happy nations rear,
Till by fraternal hands their sails unfurled
Have waved at last in union o'er the world.

Then let thy steadfast soul no more complain
Of dangers braved and griefs endured in vain,
Of courts invidious, envy's poisoned stings,
The loss of empire, and the frown of kings,
While these broad views thy better thoughts compose,
To spurn the malice of insulting foes,
And all the joys descending ages gain
Repay thy labors and remove thy pain."

JOEL BARLOW.

MEMORIAL DESERTS OF COLUMBUS.

In an address delivered before the Boston Mercantile Library Association, October 15, 1845, upon the influence of commerce, Mr. Winthrop thus spoke:

"Well might the mail-clad monarchs of the earth refuse their countenance to Columbus and reward his matchless exploit with beggary and chains. He projected and he accomplished that which, in its ultimate and inevitable consequences, was to wrest from their hands the implements of their ferocious sport, to 'break their bow and snap their spear in sunder,' and all but

to extinguish the sources of their proudest and most absolute

prerogative.

'No kingly conqueror, since time began

The long career of ages, had to man

A scope so ample given for trade's bold range,

Or caused of earth's wide stage such rapid, mighty change.'

"From the discovery of the New World, the mercantile spirit has been rapidly gaining upon its old antagonist; and the establishment upon these shores of our republic, whose union was the immediate result of commercial necessities, whose independence found its original impulse in commercial oppression, and of whose Constitution the regulation of commerce was the first leading idea, may be regarded as the epoch at which the martial spirit finally lost its supremacy, which, it is believed and trusted, it can never again acquire."

In an address before the Massachusetts Charitable Mechanics' Association, November 29, 1853, upon Archimedes and Franklin, occurs this passage, which is associated with others in this context with the author's approval:

"Necessity is the mother of invention, and there was little or no necessity of that sort at Syracuse. But everything for which a demand existed Archimedes was able to supply, and actually did supply it. It was not reserved for him to find a place for doing more. It was not his destiny to discover the fulcrum, by poising his mighty lever upon which the world, as he knew it, could be moved. But sixteen hundred years afterwards, at the head of the very gulf on which Sicily stands, the man was born to whom that lofty destiny was vouchsafed. Columbus, a native of Genoa, discovered the New World, and the Old World has been moving ever since."

In an address before the Lowell Institute, January 5, 1869, referring to meeting Admiral Farragut abroad, and a ride along the Cornice Road, on the very brink of the Mediterranean, Mr. Winthrop said,——

"I drove along this incomparable road during three days of delicious weather, and on the fourth day entered that superb city, which a grander admiral than Farragut might well have

been proud to claim as his birthplace, Christopher Columbus, a native of Genoa.

"A noble monument to Columbus, recently finished, surmounted by a striking likeness of him, and adorned by a series of bas-reliefs illustrating the strange, eventful history of his life, from which I need hardly say the discovery of America was not wholly omitted, greeted us at the gates with the simple inscription, in Italian, To Christopher Columbus, from his Country.' And as I gazed upon it with admiration, I could not help feeling that it was not there alone that a monument and a statue were due to his memory; but that upon the shores of our own hemisphere, too, there ought to be some worthy memorial of the discoverer of the New World, an exact reproduction of this admirable monument at Genoa, so that hemisphere should seem to respond to hemisphere in a common tribute to the heroic and matchless old navigator. It would be some sort of atonement, I thought, on the part of America,-tardy and inadequate, indeed, but better than nothing,-for having allowed another, however meritorious, to usurp the place to which his name was so pre-eminently entitled in the geographical nomenclature of the globe.”

In the Centennial oration at Boston, July 4, 1876, and in a paper read before the Massachusetts Historical Society, January 8, 1885, Mr. Winthrop again called attention to the fact that 66 no adequate memorial of the discoverer of the New World is to be found on this continent," and adds:

"From the hour when Columbus and his compeers discovered our continent, its ultimate political destiny was fixed. At the very gateway of the Pantheon of American liberty and American independence might well be seen a triple monument, like that to the old inventors of the art of printing at Frankfort, including Columbus, Americus Vespucius, and Cabot.

"They were the pioneers in the march to independence. They were the precursors in the only progress of freedom which was to have no backward steps. Liberty had struggled long and bravely in other ages and in other lands. It had made glorious manifestations of its power in Athens and in Rome; in the mediæval republics of Italy; on the plains of Germany;

along the dikes of Holland; among the icy fastnesses of Switzerland, and, more securely and hopefully still, in the sea-girt isle of Old England. But it was the glory of these old navigators to reveal a standing-place for it, at last, where its lever could find a secure fulcrum and rest safely until it had moved the world." ROBERT C. WINTHROP.

AMERICA.

THE MORNING OF THE DISCOVERY, OCTOBER 21, 1492.

IMMORTAL morn, all hail,

That saw Columbus sail
By Faith alone.

The skies before him bowed,
Back rolled the ocean proud,
And every lifting cloud
With glory shone.

Fair Science then was born
On that celestial morn,

Faith dared the sea;
Triumphant o'er her foes,
Then Truth immortal rose,
New heavens to disclose

And Earth to free.

Strong Freedom then came forth,

To liberate the earth

And crown the right:

So walked the pilot bold

Upon the sea of gold,

And darkness backward rolled,

And there was light.

Sweep, sweep across the seas,

Ye rolling jubilees,

Grand chorals raise;