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CONTEMPLATION.

THE gods of Greece they sit in peace

Amidst their mined altars;

Unsought by prayer, no more they care

Whether she stands or falters.

In Nilus' vale no suppliant's wail

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Attests his vanished glory;

Unheard his song, he rolls along,

Telling his ancient story.

The Pope of Rome, we hear him drone

His syllabi and speeches;

With leaden ear the people hear,

Unmindful what he teaches.

Old Kaiser Bill still speaks his will

To slaves that bow before him;

But one more word can yet be heard,

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