While other plains of death, that gloom the skies, And chiefs immortal o'er his canvass rise. See rural seats of innocence and ease, High tufted towers and walks of waving trees, The white waves dashing on the craggy shores, Meandering streams and meads of spangled flowers, Where nature's sons their wild excursions lead, In just design, from Taylor's pencil spread. Steward and Brown the moving portrait raise, Each rival stroke the force of life conveys; See circling Beauties round their tablets stand, And rise immortal from their plastic hand; Each breathing form preserves its wonted grace, And all the soul stands speaking in the face. Two kindred arts the swelling statue heave, Wake the dead wax and teach the stone to live. 200 throne; Each, from his far dim sky, illumes the road, 1 The Vision resumed and extended over the whole earth. Present character of different nations. Future progress of society with respect to commerce, discoveries, the opening of canals, philosophical, medical and political knowledge, the assimilation and final harmony of all languages. Cause of the first confusion of tongues explained, and the effect of their union described. View of a general Council of all nations assembled to establish the political harmony of mankind. Conclusion. (The "Argument" as supplied by the Author.) The Conclusion is here quoted. So, from all climes of earth, where nations rise, Or lands or oceans bound the incumbent skies, Wing'd with unwonted speed, the gathering throng In ships and chariots, shape their course along; Till, wide o'er earth and sea, they win their way, Where the bold structure flames against the day; There, hail the splendid seat by Heaven assign'd, To hear and give the counsels of mankind. Now the dread concourse, in the ample dome, Pour thro' the arches and their seats assume; 40 Far as the extended eye can range around, Or the deep trumpet's solemn voice resound, Long rows of reverend sires, sublime, extend, And cares of worlds on suspend. every brow High in the front, for manlier virtues known, A sire elect, in peerless grandeur, shone; Delicious grain! whatever form it take, To roast or boil, to smother or to bake, In every dish 'tis welcome still to me, But most, my Hasty Pudding, most in thee. Let the green succotash with thee contend, Let beans and corn their sweetest juices blend, Let butter drench them in its yellow tide, And a long slice of bacon grace their side; Not all the plate, how famed soe'er it be, Can please my palate like a bowl of thee. Some talk of Hoe-Cake, fair Virginia's pride, 141 Rich Johnny-Cake, this mouth has often tried; Both please me well, their virtues much the same, Alike their fabric, as allied their fame, Except in dear New England, where the last Receives a dash of pumpkin in the paste, To give it sweetness and improve the taste. But place them all before me, smoking hot, The big, round dumpling, rolling from the pot, The pudding of the bag, whose quivering |