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1826
THE CONJUNCTION OF JUPITER AND VENUS
by William Cullen Bryant
THE CONJUNCTION OF JUPITER AND VENUS -
I would not always reason. The straight path
Wearies us with the never-varying lines
And we grow melancholy. I would make
Reason my guidebut she should sometimes sit
Patiently by the way-sidewhile I traced
The mazes of the pleasant wilderness
Around me. She should be my counsellor
But not my tyrant. For the spirit needs
Impulses from a deeper source than hers
And there are motionsin the mind of man
That she must look upon with awe. I bow
Reverently to her dictatesbut not less
Hold to the fair illusions of old time-
Illusions that shed brightness over life
And glory over Nature. Lookeven now
Where two bright planets in the twilight meet
Upon the saffron heaven- the imperial star
Of Joveand she that from her radiant urn
Pours forth the light of love. Let me believe
Awhilethat they are met for ends of good
Amid the evening gloryto confer
Of men and their affairsand to shed down
Kind influence. Lo! they brighten as we gaze
And shake out softer fires! The great earth feels
The gladness and the quiet of the time.
Meekly the mighty riverthat infolds
This mighty citysmooths his frontand far
Glitters and burns even the rocky base
Of the dark heights that bound him to the west;
And a deep murmurfrom the many streets
Rises like a thanksgiving. Put we hence
Dark and sad thoughts awhile- there's time for them
Hereafter- on the morrow we will meet
With melancholy looksto tell our griefs
And make each other wretched; this calm hour
This balmyblessed eveningwe will give
To cheerful hopes and dreams of happy days
Born of the meeting of those glorious stars. -
Enough of drought has parched the yearand scared
The land with dread of famine. Autumnyet
Shall make men glad with unexpected fruits.
The dog-star shall shine harmless: genial days
Shall softly glide away into the keen
And wholesome cold of winter; he that fears
The pestilenceshall gaze on those pure beams
And breathewith confidencethe quiet air. -
Emblems of power and beauty! well may they
Shine brightest on our bordersand withdraw
Toward the great Pacificmarking out
The path of empire. Thus in our own land
Ere longthe better Genius of our race
Having encompassed earthand tamed its tribes
Shall sit him down beneath the farthest west
By the shore of that calm oceanand look back
On realms made happy. -
Light the nuptial torch
And say the gladyet solemn ritethat knits
The youth and maiden. Happy days to them
That wed this evening!- a long life of love
And blooming sons and daughters! Happy they
Born at this hourfor they shall see an age
Whiter and holier than the pastand go
Late to their graves. Men shall wear softer hearts
And shudder at the butcheries of war
As now at other murders. -
Hapless Greece!
Enough of blood has wet thy rocksand stained
Thy rivers; deep enough thy chains have worn
Their links into thy flesh; the sacrifice
Of thy pure maidensand thy innocent babes
And reverend priestshas expiated all
Thy crimes of old. In yonder mingling lights
There is an omen of good days for thee.
Thou shalt arise from midst the dust and sit
Again among the nations. Thine own arm
Shall yet redeem thee. Not in wars like thine
The world takes part. Be it a strife of kings-
Despot with despot battling for a throne-
And Europe shall be stirred throughout her realms
Nations shall put on harnessand shall fall
Upon each otherand in all their bounds
The wailing of the childless shall not cease.
Thine is a war for libertyand thou
Must fight it single-handed. The old world
Looks coldly on the murderers of thy race
And leaves thee to the struggle; and the new-
I fear me thou couldst tell a shameful tale
Of fraud and lust of gain;- thy treasury drained
And Missolonghi fallen. Yet thy wrongs
Shall put new strength into thy heart and hand
And God and thy good sword shall yet work out
For theea terrible deliverance. - -
THE END