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O England !--dearer far than life is dear, Wherever fruits are gathered, and where'er If I forget thy prowess, never more The upturned soil receives the hopeful seedBe thy ungrateful son allowed to hear While the Sun rules, and cross the shades Thy green leaves rustle, or thy torrents
The unwcaried arrow hath pursued its But how can He be faithless to the past,
flight! Whose soul, intolerant of base decline, The eyes of good men thankfully give heed, Saw in thy virtue a celestial sign,
And in its sparkling progress read That bade him hope, and to his hope cleave How virtue triumphs, from her bondage fast!
freed ! The nations strove with puissance; - at Tyrants exult to hear of kingdoms won,
And slaves are pleased to learn that mighty Wide Europe heaved, impatient to be cast,
feats are done ; With all her living strength, Even the proud realm, from whose distracted With all her armed powers,
borders Upon the offensive shores. This messenger of good was launched in air, The trumpet blew a universal blast!
France, conquered France, amid her wild But thou art foremost in the field ;-there
Feels, and hereafter shall the truth declare, Receive the triumph destined to thy Hand! That she too lacks not reason to rejoice, All States have glorified themselves ;-their And utter England's name with sadlyclaims
plausive voice. Are weighed by Providence, in balance even; And now, in preference to the mightiest names,
Preserve, O Lord! within our hearts
And loses its sweet savour!
Lives inexhaustibly in precious gems,
What offering, what transcendant monument
---Not works of hands ; but trophies that Stoops to that closing deed magni
may reach, ficent,
To highest Heaven- the labour of the soul: And with the embrace is satisfied. That builds, as thy unerring precepts teach, -Fly ministers of Fame,
Upon the inward victories of each, Whate'er your means, whatever help ye Her hope of lasting glory for the whole.
-Yet might it well become that City now, Bear through the world these tidings of Into whose breast the tides of grandeur flow,
To whom all persecuted men retreat ;' Hours, Days and Months, have born them If a new temple lifts its votive brow
in the sight Upon the shore of silver Thames—to greet Of mortals, travelling faster than the shower, The peaceful guest advancing from afar ? That landward stretches from the sea, Bright be the distant fabric, as a star The morning's splendors to devour;
Fresh risen--and beautiful within !- there But this appearance scattered extasy,
meet And heart-sick Europe blessed the healing Dependance infinite, proportion just;
A pile that grace approves, and time can The shock is given — the Adversaries
But if the valiant of this land Lo, Justice triumphs ! Earth is freed! In reverential modesty demand, Such glad assurance suddenly went forth-- That all observance, due to them, be paid It pierced the caverns of the sluggish Where their serene progenitors are laid ;
Kings, warriors, high-souled poets, saint-
Commemoration holy that unites
By the deep soul-moving sense
By visual pomp, and by the tie For a brief moment, terrible;
Along the bosom of this favoured nation,
Oh, 'tis a goodly Ordinance,-the sight, For them who bravely stood unhurt-or bled Though sprung from bleeding war, is one With medicable wounds, or found their graves
of pure delight; Upon the battle - field or under Ocean's Bless thou the hour, or ere the hour arrive,
When a whole people shall kneel down in Or were conducted home in single state,
prayer, And long procession—there to lie,
And, at one moment, in one spirit, strive Where their sons' sons, and all posterity, With lip and heart to tell their gratitude Unheard by them, their deeds shall celebrate ! For thy protecting care,
Their solemn joy-praising the Eternal Lord
For tyranny subdued, Nor will the God of peace and love
And for the sway of equity renewed, Such martial service disapprove.
For liberty confirmed, and peace restored ! He guides the Pestilence-the cloud Of locusts travels on his breath;
But hark—the summons !-down the placid The region that in hope was ploughed
Lake His drought consumes, his mildew taints
Floats the soft cadence of the Church-towerwith death;
bells; He springs the hushed Volcano's mine, Darkens the sun, hath bade the forest sink, The tender insects sleeping in their cells ; He puts the Earthquake on her still design, Bright shines the Sun, as if his beams might
wake And, drinking towns and cities, still can drink Cities and towns -- 'tis Thou- the work is Bright shines the Sun - and not a breeze
to shake Thine! -The fierce Tornado sleeps within thy 0! enter now his temple-gate!
The drops that point the melting icicles :courtsHe hears the word-he flies-
Inviting words—perchance already flung, And navies perish in their ports ;
(As the crowd press devoutly down the aisle For Thou art angry with thine enemies!
Of some old minster's venerable pile)
From voices into zealous passion stung,
While the tubed engine feels the inspiring
blast, We bow our heads' before Thee, and we And has begun-its clouds of sound to cast
laud And magnify Thy name, Almighty God!
Towards the empyreal Heaven,
As if the fretted roof were riven. But thy most dreaded instrument,
Us, humbler ceremonies now await; In working out a pure intent,
But in the bosom, with devont respect,
The banner of our joy we will erect,
And strength of love our souls shall elevate:
mail, And by thy just permission they prevail;
Their heavenly Father will incline his ear, Thine arm froin peril guards the coasts
Hallowing himself the service which they
frame;of them who in thy laws delight: Thy presence turns the scale of doubtful Awake! the majesty of God revere!
Go—and with foreheads meekly bowed Tremendous God of battles, Lord of Hosts!
Present your prayers -- go — and rejoice
aloud The Holy One will hear!
And what 'mid silence deep, with faith sinTo Ther-To Thee
cere, On this appointed Day all thanks ascend, Ye, in your low and undisturbed estate, That thou hast brought our warfare to an Shall simply feel and purely meditate
of warnings-from the unprecedented might, And that we need no further victory! Which, in our time, the impions have disHa! what a ghastly sight for man to see ;
closed; And to the heavenly saints in peace who And of more arduous duties thence imposed
WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING.
Of mysteries revealed,
Infirmly grasped within a palsled band. And judgments unrepealed,
These emblems suit the helpless and forlorn; Of earthly revolution,
But mighty Winter the device shall scorn. And final retribution,
For he it was-dread Winter!—who beset To his omniscience will appear
Flinging round van and rear his ghastly net, An offering not unworthy to find place, That host, — when from the regions of the On this high DAY OF THANKS, before the
That host-as huge and strong as e'er defied
As Fathers persecute rebellious sons,
He smote the blossoms of their warrior youth;
Nor spared the reverend blood that feebly I HEARD a thousand blended notes,
runs,While in a grove I sate reclined,
For why, unless for liberty enrolled In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts And sacred home, ah! why should hoary Bring sad thoughts to the mind.
age be bold ?
Flect the Tartar's reinless steed,To her fair works did Nature link
Bat fleeter far the pinions of the Wind, The human soul that through me ran; Which from Siberian caves the monarch And much it grieved my heart to think
freed, What man has made of man.
And sent him forth, with squadrons of his
kind, Through primrose-tufts in that sweet bower, And bade thc Snow their ample backs The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
bestride, And 'tis my faith that every flower And to the battle ride ;Enjoys the air it breathes.
No pitying voice commands a halt
No courage can repel the dire assault,The birds around me hopped and played : Distracted, spiritless, benumbed and blind, Their thoughts I cannot measure :
Whole legions sink- and, in one instant, find But the least motion which they made, Burial and death: look for them—and descry, It seemned a thrill of pleasure.
When morn returns, beneath the clear blue
sky, The budding twigs spread out their fan, A soundless waste, a trackless vacancy. To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
If I these thoughts may not prevent,
SUGGESTED BY A PICTURE OF PEELB-CASTLB,
I was thy Neighbour once, thou rugged Pile! COMPOSED
Four summer-weeks I dwelt in sight of thee:
I saw thee every day; and all the while IN RECOLLECTION OF THE EXPEDITION OF THE Thy Form was sleeping on a glassy sea.
FRENCH INTO RUSSIA.
HUMANITY, delighting to behold
So pure the sky, so qniet was the air! A fond reflexion of her own decay, So like, so very like, was day to day! Hath painted Winter like a shrunken, old, Whene'er I look'd, thy Image still was there; And close-wrapt Traveller through the It trembled, but it never pass'd away.
weary dayPropped on a staff, and limping o'er the
How perfect was the calm! it seem'd no As though his weakness were disturbed by
No mood, which season takes away, or Or, if a juster fancy should allow
brings: An undisputed symbol of command, I could have fancied that the mighty Deep The chosen sceptre is a withered bough, Was even the gentlest of all gentle Things.
Ah! Then, if wine had been the Painter's But welcome fortitude, and patient cheer,
And frequent sights of what is to be born! To express what then I saw; and add the Such sights, or worse, as are before me gleam,
here. The light that never was, on sea or land, Not without hope we suffer and we mourn. The consecration, and the Poet's dream;
I would have planted thee, thou hoary Pile!
composed at GAASMERE, during a walk, one even
ing, after a wtoriny day, the Author having just Thou shouldst have seem'd a treasure-house, read in a newspaper that the dissolution of Mr. a mine
Fox was hourly expected.
Loud is the Vale! the Voice is up
With which she speaks when storms are
gone, A Picture had it been of lasting case,
A mighty Unison of streams !
Of all her Voices, One.
Loud the Vale;- this inland Depth
In peace is roaring like the Sca; Such, in the fond illusion of my heart,
Yon Star upon the mountain-top
Is listening quietly. Such Picture would I at that time have
The Comforter hath found mc here,
For He must die who is their Stay,
A Power is passing from the earth
What is it more than this:
been the Friend, If he had lived, of Him whom I deplore, That Man, who is from God sent forth, This work of thine I blame not, but com- Doth yet again to God return?
Such ebb and flow must ever be, This sea in anger, and that dismal shore. Then wherefore should we mourn?
Oh 'tis a passionate work!-- yet wise and
ON THE LONGEST DAY.
And this huge Castle, standing here sublime,
Weary of the open sky.
Farewell, farewell the Heart that lives alone, Evening now unbinds the fetters
SUMMER ebbs;— each day that follows
SMILE of the Moon !-for so I name
That silent greeting from above; Where the frosts of winter lic.
A gentle flash of light that came
From Her whom drooping captives love; He who governs the creation,
Or art thou of still higher birth? In his providence assigned
Thou that didst part the clouds of earth, Such a gradual declination
My torpor to reprove! To the life of humankind.
Bright boon of pitying Heaven-alas, Yet we mark it not;,fruits redden,
I may not trust thy placid cheer! Fresh flowers blow as flowers have blown, The threshold of another year;
Pondering that Time to-night will pass And the heart is loth to deaden
For years to, me are sad and dull; Hopes that she so long hath known.
My very moments are too full
Of hopelessness and fear.
And yet, the soul-awakening gleam,
That struck perchance the farthest cone Hide the knowledge of thy doom.
Of Scotland's rocky wilds, did scem
To visit ine, and me alone;
Me, unapproach'd by any friend,
Save those who to my sorrows lend
To-night, the church-tower-bells shall ring, Follow thou the flowing River
Through these wide realms, a festive peal; On whose breast are thither borne
new year a welcoming ; All Deceiv'd, and each Deceiver,
A tuneful offering for the weal Through the gates of night and morn;
Of happy millions lulled in sleep;
While I am forced to watch and weep, Through the years' successive portals ;
By wounds that may not heal.
Born all too high, by wedlock raised • When his light returns from far.
Still higher-to be cast thus low:
Would that mine eyes had never gaz'd Thus, when Thou with Time hast travellid On aught of more ambitious show Tow'rds the mighty gulph of things, Than the sweet flow'rets of the fields ! And the mazy Stream unravellid
-- It is my royal state that yields With thy best imaginings;
This bitterness of woe.