Till death's cold bosom half appears With life, and speech, and spirit warm. She looks! she lives! this tranced hour, Yes, Genius, yes! thy mimic aid A treasure to my soul has given, Where beauty's canonized shade Smiles in the sainted hues of heaven. No spectre forms of pleasure fled, Thy softening, sweetening, tints restore; For thou canst give us back the dead, Even in the loveliest looks they wore. Then blest be Nature's guardian Muse, Whose hand her perish'd grace redeems! Whose tablet of a thousand hues The mirror of creation seems. From Love began thy high descent; And call thee brightest of the Nine! DRINKING SONG OF MUNICH. SWEET Iser! were thy sunny realm My golden flagons I would fill Like rivers crimson'd with the beam Our balmy cups should ever stream No care should touch the mellow heart, For wine can triumph over wo, And Love and Bacchus, brother powers, LINES ON REVISITING A SCOTTISH RIVER. AND call they this Improvement ?-to have changed, Where Nature's face is banish'd and estranged, Whose banks, that sweeten'd May-day's breath before, Lie sere and leafless now in summer's beam, And for the daisied green sward, down thy stream Unsightly brick-lanes smoke, and clanking engines gleam. Speak not to me of swarms the scene sustains; The hunger and the hope of life to feel, Yon pale Mechanic bending o'er his loom, From morn till midnight task'd to earn its little meal. Is this Improvement ?-where the human breed Or blooms it on the cheek of Labour?-No- Nor call that evil slight; God has not given My Wallace's own stream, and once romantic Clyde! LINES ON REVISITING CATHCART. OH! scenes of my childhood, and dear to my heart, Then, then every rapture was young and sincere, Ere the sunshine of bliss was bedimm'd by a tear, And a sweeter delight every scene seem'd to lend, That the mansion of peace was the home of a FRIEND. Now the scenes of my childhood and dear to my heart, But hush'd be the sigh that untimely complains, While Friendship and all its enchantment remains, While it blooms like the flower of a winterless clime, Untainted by chance, unabated by time. |