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"WESTWARD THE COURSE OF EMPIRE TAKF3 ITS WAY."

POEMS OF SENTIMENT.

ON THE PROSPECT OF PLANTING | Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a ARTS AND LEARNING IN AMERICA.

THE Muse, disgusted at an age and clime Barren of every glorious theme,

In distant lands now waits a better time, Producing subjects worthy fame.

In happy climes, where from the genial

sun

And virgin earth such scenes ensue, The force of Art by Nature seems outdone, And fancied beauties by the true;

In happy climes, the seat of innocence,

Where Nature guides and Virtue rules, Where men shall not impose for truth and

sense

The pedantry of courts and schools;
There shall be sung another golden age,
The rise of empire and of arts,
The good and great inspiring epic rage,
The wisest heads and noblest hearts.

Not such as Europe breeds in her decay;
Such as she bred when fresh and young,
When heavenly flame did animate her
clay,

By future poets shall be sung.

Westward the course of empire takes its way;

The four first acts already past, A fifth shall close the drama with the day; Time's noblest offspring is the last.

GEORGE BERKELEY.

A MUSICAL INSTRUMENT. WHAT was he doing, the great god Pan, Down in the reeds by the river? Spreading ruin and scattering ban,

goat,

And breaking the golden lilies afloat
With the dragon-fly on the river?

He tore out a reed, the great god Pan,
. From the deep, cool bed of the river.
The limpid water turbidly ran,
And the broken lilies a-dying lay,
And the dragon-fly had fled away,

Ere he brought it out of the river.
High on the shore sate the great god Pan,

While turbidly flow'd the river,

And hack'd and hew'd as a great god can With his hard, bleak steel at the patient reed,

Till there was not a sign of a leaf indeed To prove it fresh from the river.

He cut it short, did the great god Pan (How tall it stood in the river!) Then drew the pith like the heart of a

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