56 Satirical Poems. Fable III. The Torch Of Liberty. I saw it all in Fancy’s glass — Herself, the fair, the wild magician, .Who bid this splendid day-dream pass, And nam’d each gliding apparition. ’Twas like a torch-race — such as they Of Greece perform’d, in ages gone, When the fleet youths, in long array, Pass’d the bright torch triumphant on. I saw th’ expectant nations stand To catch the coming flame in turn ; — I saw, from ready hand to hand, The clear, though struggling, glory burn. And, oh, their joy, as it came near, ’Twas, in itself, a joy to see; — While Fancy whisper’d in my ear, „That torch they pass is Liberty!” And, each, as she receiv’d the flame, Lighted her altar with its ray; Then, smiling, to the next who came, Speeded it on its sparkling way. From Albion first, whose ancient shrine Was furnish’d with the fire already, Columbia caught the boon divine, And lit a flame, like Albion’s, steady. The splendid gift then Gallia took. And, like a wild Bacchante, raising The brand aloft, its sparkles shook, As she would set the world a-blazing! Thus kindling wild, so fierce and high Her altar blaz’d into the air, That Albion, to that fire too nigh, Shrunk back, and shudder’d at its glare! Next, Spain, so new was light to her, Lcap’d at the torch — but, ere the spark, That fell upon her shrine, could stir, ’Twas quench’d — and all again was dark. Yet, no — not quench’d — a treasure, worth So much to mortals, rarely dies: Again her living light look’d forth, And shone, a beacon, in all eyes. Who next receiv’d the flame? alas, Unworthy Naples— shame of shames, That ever through such hands should pass That brightest of all earthly flames! Fabel III. Friheds-Fakkelen. Jeg saa clet altsammen i Phanlasicns Glas— || Hun selv (var) den skjonne, den vilde Hexe- mester, || Som bod denne herlige Dagdrom al passere (forbi) , || Og naevnede livert (forbi) glidende Syn. Det lignede et Fakkel-Vcddelob — saadan som de || I Graekenland opfiirte, i forsvnndne Tidsaldere || Da dc hurlige Ynglinge i lang Raekkc, || Lod den lyse Fakkel passere trium- pherende frem. *) Jeg saa de forvaentende Nationer slaa, || For at gribe den kommende Flamme efter Tour; — || Jeg saa fra den beredvillige Haarid til Haand, || Den klare, skjdnt kjaempende Herlighed braende. Og, ah! deres Fryd, da den kom naer, || Det var, i sig selv, en Fryd at see; — || Me- dens Phantasien hvidskede mig i Orel: || ,,Den Fakkel (som) de lade passere er Frihed!” Og hver (Nation) som den modtog Flammen, || Oplyste sit Alter med dens Straale ; || Derpaa, smilende, til den naeste som kom || Befordrede den paa dens funklende Vei. Fra Albion forst, hvis gamle Alter || Var allerede forsynet med denne lid, || Fangede Columbia den guddommelige Gave, || Og antaendte, ligesom Albions, en stadig Flamme. Den herlige Gave tog Gallia da || Og lig en vild Bacchantinde , loftende || Branden i Veiret, rystede dens Gnister, || Som om bun (Gallia) vilde stikke Verden i Brand ! Da bun saaledes antaendte vildt, saa forfaer- delig og lioit || Blussede hendes Alter op i Luften || At Albion som var for naer ved den lid, || Trak sig tilbage og gjos ved dens Op- blussen! Dernaest Spanien, saa nyt var Lys for hende, || Sprang til Fakkelen — men forend Gnisten || Som faldt paa hendes Alter kunde bevaege sig, || Var den slukket — og alt var miirkt igjen. Dog, nei — ihke slukket — en Skat, (som er) vaerd || Saa meget for de Dodelige , doer sjajlden || Igjen skinnede hendes (Spaniens) levende Lys frem, || Og lyste som et Fyr for Alles Ojnc. Hvo modtog Flammen naesl? ach, || Uvaer- dige IVeapcl — Skjaendsels Skjaendsel || At nogensinde gjennem saadanne Hsender skuhle passere || Hiin den lyseste af alle jordiske Flammer! *) See Indledningen til Platos Republik.

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