The Poems of Philip Freneau, Poet of the American Revolution. Volume 1 (of 3)Freneau, Philip Morin
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The Poems of Philip Freneau, Poet of the American Revolution. Volume 1 (of 3)
Freneau, Philip Morin
American poetry
First reached these coasts, hid from the world beside.--
And yet another argument more strange, 60
Reserved for men of deeper thought, and late,
Presents itself to view:--In Peleg's days,
(So says the Hebrew seer's unerring pen)
This mighty mass of earth, this solid globe,
Was cleft in twain,--"divided" east and west, 65
While then perhaps the deep Atlantic roll'd,--
Through the vast chasm, and laved the solid world;
And traces indisputable remain
Of this primæval land now sunk and lost.--
The islands rising in our eastern main 70
Are but small fragments of this continent,
Whose two extremities were Newfoundland
And St. Helena.--One far in the north,
Where shivering seamen view with strange surprize
The guiding pole-star glittering o'er their heads; 75
The other near the southern tropic rears
Its head above the waves--Bermuda's isles,
Cape Verd, Canary, Britain, and the Azores,
With fam'd Hibernia, are but broken parts
Of some prodigious waste, which once sustain'd 80
Nations and tribes, of vanished memory,
Forests and towns, and beasts of every class,
Where navies now explore their briny way.
_Leander_
Your sophistry, Eugenio, makes me smile;
The roving mind of man delights to dwell 85
On hidden things, merely because they're hid:
He thinks his knowledge far beyond all limit,
And boldly fathoms Nature's darkest haunts;--
But for uncertainties, your broken isles,
Your northern Tartars, and your wandering Jews, 90
(The flimsy cobwebs of a sophist's brain)
Hear what the voice of history proclaims:--
The Carthagenians, ere the Roman yoke
Broke their proud spirits, and enslaved them too,
For navigation were renowned as much 95
As haughty Tyre with all her hundred fleets.
Full many a league their venturous seamen sailed
Through streight Gibraltar, down the western shore
Of Africa, to the Canary isles:
By them called Fortunate; so Flaccus sings. 100
Because eternal spring there clothes the fields
And fruits delicious bloom throughout the year.--
From voyaging here, this inference I draw,
Perhaps some barque with all her numerous crew
Falling to leeward of her destined port, 105
Caught by the eastern Trade, was hurried on
Before the unceasing blast to Indian isles,
Brazil, La Plata, or the coasts more south--
There stranded, and unable to return,
Forever from their native skies estranged. 110
Doubtless they made these virgin climes their own,
And in the course of long revolving years
A numerous progeny from these arose,
And spread throughout the coasts--those whom we call
Brazilians, Mexicans, Peruvians rich, 115
The tribes of Chili, Patagon, and those
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