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And in her haven many a mast from TYRE.
Then came another, an unbidden guest.
He knocked and entered with a train in arms;
And all was changed, her very name and language!
The TYRIAN merchant, shipping at his door
Ivory and gold, and silk, and frankincense,
Sailed as before, but, sailing, cried, For Pæstum!'
And now a VIRGIL, now an OVID sung
Pæstum's twice-blowing roses; while, within,
Parents and children mourned-and, every year,
('Twas on the day of some old festival)
Met to give way to tears, and once again,
Talked in the ancient tongue of things gone by.
At length an Arab climbed the battlements,
Slaying the sleepers in the dead of night;
And from all eyes the glorious vision fled !
Leaving a place lonely and dangerous,
Where whom the robber spares, a deadlier foe
Strikes at unseen- and at a time when joy
Opens the heart, and summer-skies are blue,
And the clear air is soft and delicate;
For then the demon works — then with that air
The thoughtless wretch drinks in a subtle poison
Lulling to sleep; and, when he sleeps, he dies.

But what are These still standing in the midst ?
The earth has rocked beneath; the Thunder-stone
Passed through and through, and left its traces there,
Yet still they stand as by some Unknown Charter!
Oh, they are Nature's own! and, as allied
To the vast Mountains and the eternal Sea,
They want no written history; theirs a voice
For ever speaking to the heart of Man !

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