“From the Connecticut Mirror”

Date

2-6-1812

Newspaper

Ohio Centinel

Page and Column

Page 4, Column 1

Newspaper Location

Dayton, Ohio

Serial Number

1266

Abstract

Long poem about the Comet of 1811.

Transcript

FROM THE CONNETICUT MIRROR. "O Splendid [unreadable] Comets." "--[unreadable] sole." [unreadable] Cazone, Igma. Splendid stranger of the sky, Thou unlock'd for didst appear; Rapid round the pole dost fly; Welcome art thou to our sphere. Along the lofty vaulted way, As thy majestic course I view, Thy tresses with delight survey, Where [unreadable] a star oft glimmers thro' Bright [unreadable] stranger! In what [unreadable], What unknown system distant far, Does thy on stretch'd orbit rises? And [unreadable] tend them lovely star! From where creation first begun, Didst thou not take thy distant flight? To pay thy homage to our sun, And bathe thy tresses in his light? Or to count each sparkling star That glitters in our hemisphere? Or view the moon with silv'ry, car, Her phases change in her career? Or com'st thou to behold our globe? Each different [unreadable] & changing scene; View her in winter's snowy robe? In summer's [unreadable] mantle green? Or dost then floods and earthquakes bring Or com'st to wrap the world in flames? As round thy [unreadable] hair doth fling, In thy eccentric or bit hurl'd. Splendid did stranger! not for this Thou sought [unreadable] at our planetary bound; Not for mortals' woe or bliss, Thou [unreadable] thy beamy locks around. Not to bathe thy hair of gold, In the [unreadable] flood of light; Nor on her car the moon behold, Or count the stars that deck the night. Not to view our little earth, And see [unreadable] seasons change, See nature die, renew her birth, Dost thou here remotely range. For HE whose guiding hand restrains, And to [unreadable] our globe confused Each comet in its orbit reins, By different laws to them assign'd. No void--[unreadable] all doth fill; Systems, round systems endless roll Harmonious to the sov'reign wall Of HIM, who form'd, who rules the whole, Scatter, we winds [unreadable] rob'd cloud, Gathring in many a misty fold, That would the splendid stranger shroud, With his [unreadable] locks of gold. Thou moon, full orbid, withdraw thy rays, Conceal them with a somber veil; For thy fix'd and ardent gaze Makes the beateous stranger pale. Stately, stranger is thy march! Turn'd from the sun thy long hair streams O'er nights [unreadable] arch, And gilt with his resplendent beams.

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