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Whether for London bound

to trill

Thy mountain notes with simple skill;
Or on thy head to poise a show
Of Images in seemly row;

The graceful form of milk-white steed,
Or Bird that soared with Ganymede;
Or through our hamlets thou wilt bear
The sightless Milton, with his hair
Around his placid temples curled;
And Shakspeare at his side—a freight,
If clay could think and mind were weight,
For him who bore the world!

Hope be thy guide, adventurous Boy;
The wages of thy travel, joy!

2.

But thou, perhaps, (alert and free
Though serving sage philosophy)
Wilt ramble over hill and dale,
A Vender of the well-wrought Scale
Whose sentient tube instructs to time
A purpose to a fickle clime:

Whether thou choose this useful part,
Or minister to finer art,

Though robbed of many a cherished dream,
And crossed by many a shattered scheme,
What stirring wonders wilt thou see

In the proud Isle of liberty!

Yet will the Wanderer sometimes pine With thoughts which no delights can chase,

Recal a Sister's last embrace

His Mother's neck entwine;

Nor shall forget the Maiden coy

That would have loved the bright-haired Boy!

3.

My Song, encouraged by the grace
That beams from his ingenuous face,
For this Adventurer scruples not
To prophecy a golden lot;

Due recompense, and safe return

To Coмo's steeps his happy bourne!
Where he, aloft in garden glade,
Shall tend, with his own dark-eyed Maid,
The towering maize, and prop the twig
That ill supports the luscious fig;
Or feed his eye in paths sun-proof
With purple of the trellis-roof,

That through the jealous leaves escapes
From Cadenabbia's pendent grapes.
-Oh might he tempt that Goatherd-child
To share his wanderings! him whose look
Even yet my heart can scarcely brook,
So touchingly he smiled,

As with a rapture caught from heaven,
For unasked alms in pity given.

PART II.

1.

WITH nodding plumes, and lightly drest Like Foresters in leaf-green vest,

The Helvetian Mountaineers, on ground For Tell's dread archery renowned,

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Loud was the rifle-gun's report,
A startling thunder quick and short!
But, flying through the heights around,
Echo prolonged a tell-tale sound

Of hearts and hands alike "prepared
The treasures they enjoy to guard!”
And, if there be a favoured hour
When Heroes are allowed to quit
The Tomb, and on the clouds to sit
With tutelary power,

On their Descendants shedding grace,
This was the hour, and that the place.

2.

But Truth inspired the Bards of old
When of an iron age they told,
Which to unequal laws gave birth,
That drove Astræa from the earth.

A gentle Boy (perchance with blood As noble as the best endued,

But seemingly a Thing despised,
Even by the sun and air unprized;
For not a tinge or flowery streak
Appeared upon his tender cheek)
Heart-deaf to those rebounding notes,
Sate watching by his silent Goats,
Apart within a forest shed,

Pale, ragged, with bare feet and head;
Mute as the snow upon the hill,
And, as the saint he prays to, still.

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Ah, what avails heroic deed?
What liberty? if no defence
Be won for feeble Innocence

Father of All! though wilful Manhood read
His punishment in soul-distress,

Grant to the morn of life its natural blessedness!

XXIV.

THE LAST SUPPER, BY LEONARDO DA VINCI, IN THE REFECTORY

OF THE CONVENT OF MARIA DELLA GRAZIA - MILAN.

THO' searching damps and many an envious flaw
Have marred this Work*, the calm ethereal grace,
The love deep-seated in the Saviour's face,
The mercy, goodness have not failed to awe
The Elements; as they do melt and thaw
The heart of the Beholder and erase

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(At least for one rapt moment) every trace Of disobedience to the primal law.

The annunciation of the dreadful truth

Made to the Twelve, survives: lip, forehead, cheek,

And hand reposing on the board in ruth
Of what it utters †, while the unguilty seek
Unquestionable meanings- still bespeak
A labour worthy of eternal youth!

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XXV.

THE ECLIPSE OF THE SUN, 1820.

HIGH on her speculative Tower
Stood Science waiting for the Hour
When Sol was destined to endure
That darkening of his radiant face
Which Superstition strove to chase,
Erewhile, with rites impure.

Afloat beneath Italian skies,
Through regions fair as Paradise
We gaily passed,- till Nature wrought
A silent and unlooked-for change,
That checked the desultory range
Of joy and sprightly thought.

Where'er was dipped the toiling oar,
The waves danced round us as before,
As lightly, though of altered hue;
Mid recent coolness, such as falls
At noontide from umbrageous walls
That screen the morning dew.

No vapour stretched its wings; no cloud

Cast far or near a murky shroud;

The sky an azure field displayed;

'Twas sunlight sheathed and gently charmed,

Of all its sparkling rays disarmed,

And as in slumber laid:

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