See numerous hords in peaceful lowings graze
Where Niger's stream 'midst new rais'd culture strays;
Transplanted fruitage bloom amidst a wild
Where never fruit before, or flow'ret smil'd;
Either rich India rise in glowing bloom,
Bright as at home, and shed as rich perfume,
Where marshy fens among, and brakes, of yore
The wild Hyenas lapp'd the trav❜ller's gore-
Their hearts shall turn to those who cross'd the sea
To save the sable sons of Misery:

For them, to heaven, their new-taught pray'rs arise,
And call down blessings on them from the skies—
'Midst shouts of joy adown old Niger's tide,
Britannia's flag shall wave in flowing pride-
Proud as the sun, that, when his dawning ray
Spreads o'er the clouds the hues of coming day,
Tinges the banks the expanded Ganges laves,
And sparkles brilliant in his dancing waves-

-Hears prostrate nations hail his bright career, His the sole sov'reign of his mighty sphere.

EPIGRAM FROM THE FRENCH.

NED, in a long and sleepy poem,
Attempts to run my writings down;
And I, my just revenge to show him,
His verses read to half the town.

R. A. D.

ODE

Occasioned by reading an Ode to Bishop Percy, on the Reliques of Ancient Poetry.

WHEN Conway's surge with horrid roar,
Had whelm'd the Druids tresses hoar,
Hovering o'er the haunted flood,
The Genius of the sacred wood,
High the dripping mantle shook,
And floating lyre uplifted took,

Where bards immortal, mid the tuneful spheres,
Chaunt to Heroic shades the songs of elder

"Mantle, erst by Merlin given,
"Dipt in rainbow tints of Heaven,
"Fraught with many a wizard spell,
"Mortal language dare not tell;
"Spells that human hearts controul,
"Awe the sense and melt the soul;

years.

"At Terror's voice bid Health's bright rubies fly, "Or gem with pearls divine soft Pity's angel eye.

"Relic of the awful Seer, "Wondrous key of Joy and Fear; "Who can boast a kindred spirit? "Who thy magic power inherit ? "What child of Earth shall now aspire "To touch the doom-denouncing lyre?" The Minstrel Choir in mute attention hung, Whilst to his airy harp thus Taliessin sung:

"Bear them from that fatal shore,
"(Mona's melody is o'er)

"To the Nymph of fairy song,
"Caledonia's groves among,
"Bid her build the lofty rhyme;

"Bid her raise the hymn sublime,
"Fit for the King* of Bards in days of yore;
"Fit for the mighty Lord of legendary lore."

Worthy of the high command,

Hark! the Virgin's potent hand
Strikes the chords of pain and pleasure,
In a sweetly-varied measure;

She with Pythic ardour firing,

Felt within the God inspiring;

And whilst the shell resounded PERCY's praise,
We heard the heaven-born strains of Arthur's golden

days.

EDINBURGH.

* Aneurin,

G. H. D.

TO A LATE PRIMROSE,

BY LOCKHART MUIRHEAD,

A, M.

WEEP not, modest child of Spring-
Lone, unpitied in the dell
Snatch the joys the Graces bring-
Bid thy tufted haunts farewell.

'Reft of kindred, wherefore stay?
Other flowrets paint the vale,

Vernal Zephyrs fade away,
Sultry vapours taint the gale.

Come, my Emma's breast adorn!

Give to her thy blossom rare; Emma sooths the fair forlornEmma cheers the child of care.

Wanton now around thy tomb-
Catch the smile, and catch the sigh-
Rescued from the grove of gloom,
Happy Primrose, live-and-die.

VOL. III.

THE FAIRY'S INVITATION.

COME to my bower in Summer's vale,
Thy lonely dwelling it shall be,
Thy only visitant the gale

That wanders from the moon-light sea.

But even its wing of dewy air

The rustling boughs shall cease to move, While Mercy to thy evening prayer

Breathes her response in hymns of love.

And when the beams of rapture glow
Thro' the bright tear in Beauty's eye,
In that tranc'd hour thy heart shall know
An angel's kindling extacy.

While dying Twilight's mournful sighs
Round Nature's mossy altar heave,

Eolian notes from starry skies,

The plaintive minstrelsy of eve,