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When downward to his winter hut he Lo! where through flat Batavia's willowy goes,

(grows; groves, Dear and more dear the lessening circle Or by the lazy Seine the exile roves ; That hut which from the hills his eye em- Soft o'er the waters mournful measures ploys


(cell ;" So oft, the centi point of all his joys. Unlocking tender thought's "memorial And as a swist, by tender cares opprest, Past pleasures are transformed to mortal Peeps often ere she darts into her nest, pains,

(veins, So to the untrodden floor, where round him While poison spreads along the listener's looks

Poison which not a frame of steel can His father, helpless as the babe he rocks, brave,

(grave. Oft he descends to nurse the brother pair, Bows his young head with sorrow to the Till storm and driving ice blockade him there.

Gay lark of hope, thy silent song resume! There, safely guarded by the woods behind, Fair smiling lights the purpled hills illume! He hears the chiding of the baffled wind, Soft gales and dews of life's delicious morn. Hears Winter, calling all his terrors round, And thou, lost fragrance of the heart, reRush down the living rocks with whirlwind turn ! sound.

Soon flies the little joy to man allowed,

And grief before him travels like a cloud : Through nature's vale his homely plea- Labour, and care, and pain, and dismal

For come diseases on, and penury's rage, sures glide Unstained by envy, discontent, and pride; Till, hope-deserted, long in vain his breath The bound of all his vanity, to deck, With one bright bell, a favourite heifer's Implores the dreadfuluntried sleep of death. neck;

(feast, Well-pleased upon some simple annual 'Mid savage rocks, and seas of snow that Remembered half the year and hoped the

shine rest,

Between interminable tracts of pine, If dairy produce from his inner hoard A temple stands; which holds an awful Of thrice ten summers consecrate the board.

shrine, -Alas! in every clime a flying ray By an uncertain light revealed, that falls Is all we have to cheer our wintry way. On the mute image and the troubled walls : But, ah! the unwilling mind may more Pale, dreadful faces round the shrine than tracc

appear, The general sorrows of the human race : Abortive joy, and hope that works in fear ; The churlish gales, that unremitting blow While strives a secret power to hush the Cold from necessity's continual snow,


(rights aloud, To those the gentle groups of bliss deny Pain's wild rebellious burst proclaims her That on the noonday bank of leisure lie. Yet more :---compell’d by powers which Oh! give not me that eye of hard disdain only deign

That views undimmed Ensiedlen's wretched That solitary man disturb their reign,

fane. †

(ment meet, Powers that support a never-ceasing strife

'Mid mutiering prayers all sounds of torWith all the tender charities of lise,

Dire clap of hands, distracted chase of The father, as his sons of strength become

feet ;

(cry, To pay the filial debt, for food to roam,

While, loud and dull, ascends the weeping From his bare nest amid the storms of Surely in other thoughts contempt may die. heaven

(driven ; If the sad grave of human ignorance bear Drives, eagle-like, those sons as he was One flower of hope--oh, pass and leave it His last dread pleasure watches to the

there. plainAnd never, eagle-like, beholds again!

* The effect of the famous air called in French

Ranz des Vaches upon the Swiss troops. When the poor heart has all its joys re- relief, by multitudes, from every corner of the

+ This shrine is resorted to, from a hope oj signed,

(behind ? Catholic world, labouring under mental os Why does their sad remembrance cleave bodily afflictions.

The tall sun, tiptoe on an Alpine spire, Beloved freedom ! were it mine to stray, Flings o'er the wilderness a stream of fire ; / With shrill winds roaring round my lonely Now let us meet the pilgrims ere the day way,

(clad moors, Close on the remnant of their weary way;

O'er the bleak sides of Cumbria's heathWhile they are drawing toward the sacred Or where dank sea-weed lashes Scotland's floor (gnaw no more. shores,

(rose. Where the charmed worm of pain shall : To scent the sweets of Piedmont's breathing How gaily murmur and how sweetly taste · And orange gale that o'er Lugano blows : The fountains* reared for them amid the In the wide range of many a varied round, waste !

(greet, Fleet as my passage was, I still have There some with tearful kiss each other

found And some, with reverence, wash their toil. That where despotic courts their gems worn feet.

display, Yes, I will see you when ye first behold The lilies of domestic joy decay, Those holy turrets tipped with evening While the remotest hamlets blessings share gold,

(prest In thy dear presence known, and only In that glad moment when the hands are


(bine binds. In mute devotion on the thankful breast.

The casement's shed more luscious woog

And to the door a neater pathway winds ; Last let us turn to where Chàmouny To cull

' her dinner from its garden bed,

At early morn, the careful housewise, led shields

(fields; of weedless herbs a healthier prospect With rocks and gloomy woods her fertile

sees, Five streams of ice amid her cots descend, while hum with busier joy her happy bees; And with wild flowers and blooming, or- in brighter rows her table wealth aspires.

chards blend. A scene more fair than what the Grecian | And laugh with merrier blaze her evening

fires ; Of purple lights and ever-vernal plains ;

! Her infants' cheeks with fresher roses glow, Here lawns and shades by breezy rivulets And wilder graces sport around their fanned,

brow; Here all the seasons revel hand in hand. -Red stream the cottage-lights; the land-By clearer taper

lit, a cleanlier board

Receives at supper hour her tempting scape fades,

hoard :

(spread, Erroneous wavering'mid thetwilight shades. The chamber hearth with fresher boughs is Alone ascends that hillof matchless height,t And whiter is the hospitable bed. That holds no commerce with the summer night.

And oh ! fair France ! though now along From age to age, amid his lonely bounds

the shade

(strayed, The crash of ruin fitfully resounds ; Where erst at will the gray-clad peasant Mysterious havoc ! but serene his brow,

Gleam war's discordant vestments through Where daylight lingers 'mid perpetual snow; the trees, Glitter the stars above, and all is black And the red banner fluctuates in the breeze; below.

Though martial songs have banished songs

of love, At such an hour I heaved a pensive sigh, And nightingales forsake the village grove, When roared the sullen Arve in anger by. Scared by the fife and rumbling drum's That not for thy reward, delicious vale!


{arms; Waves the ripe harvest in the autumnal And the short thunder, and the flash of gale ;

[to pine ; While, as night bids the startling uproar That thou, the slave of slaves, art doomed


(ful cry! Hard lot !-for no Italian arts are thine,

Sole sound, the sourdi renews his mournTo soothe or cheer, to soften or refine.

-Yet, hast thou found that freedom spreads her power

(door :

Beyond the cottage hearth, the cottage • Rude fountains built and covered with sheds for the accommodation of the pilgrims, in their ascent of the mountain.

An insect so called which emits a short, It is only from the higher part of the valley melancholy cry, heard at the close of the summer of Chamouny that Mont Blanc is visible. evenings on the banks of the Loire.


All nature smiles, and owns beneath her To-night, my friend, within this humble

eyes Her fields peculiar, and peculiar skies. Be the dead load of mortal ills forgot Yes, as I roamed where Loiret's waters glide In timely sleep; and when at break of Through rustling aspens heard from side to

day, side,

On the tall peaks the glistening sunbeams When from October clouds a milder light play,

(new, Fell, where the blue flood rippled into white, With lighter heart our course we may reMethought from every cot the watchful The first whose footsteps print the mounbird

tain dew. Crowed with ear-piercing power till then unheard ;

(muring streams, Each clacking mill, that broke the mur

LINES Rocked the charmed thought in more delightful dreams ;

(ing leaf Left upon a seat in a yew-tree, which stands Chasing those long, long dreams, the fall- near the Lake of Esthwaite, on a desolate Awoke a fainter pang of moral grief ;

part of the shore, commanding a beautiful The measured echo of the distant flail

prospect. Wound in more welcome cadence down Nay, traveller ! rest. This lonely yew-tree the vale ;

stands A more majestic tide the water rolled, Far from all human dwelling : what if nere And glowed the sun-gilt groves in richer No sparkling rivulet spread the verdant gold.

[raise herb? -Though Liberty shall soon, indignant, What if these barren boughs the bee not Red on the hills his beacon's comet blaze; loves?

(waves, Bid from on high his lonely cannon Yet, if the wind breathe soft, the curling sound,

That break against the shore, shall lull thy And on ten thousand hearths his shout re- mind bound ;

By one soft impulse saved from vacancy. His 'larum-bell from village-tower to tower Swing on the astonished ear its dull un

Who he was dying roar;

That piled these stones, and with the Yet, yet rejoice, though pride's perverted ire

(tree Rouse hell's own aid, and wrap thy hills in First covered o'er, and taught this aged fire !

[birth, With its dark arms to form a circling bower Lo! from the innocuous flames, a lovely I well remember.--He was one who owned With its own virtues springs another earth: No common soul. In youth by science Nature, as in her prime, her virgin reign nursed, Begins, and love and truth compose her And led by nature into a wild scene train ;

[gaze, Of lofty hopes, he to the world went forth While, with a pulseless hand, and steadfast A favoured being, knowing no desire Unbreathing justice her still beam surveys. Which genius did not hallow,-'gainst the


(hate, Oh, give, great God, to freedom's waves Of dissolute tongues, and jealousy, and to ride

And scorn,-against all enemies prepared, Sublime o'er conquest, avarice, and pride, All but neglect. The world, for so it To sweep where pleasure decks her guilty thought, bowers,

(bed towers. Owed him no service : wherefore he at once And dark oppression builds her thick rib- With indignation turned himself away, -Give them, beneath their breast while And with the food of pride sustained his gladness springs,


[boughs To brood the nations o'cr with Nile-like in solitude. - Stranger ! these 'gloomy And grant that every sceptred child of clay, Had charms for him; and here he loved Who cries, presumptuous, "Here their to sit, tides shall stay,

(shore, His only visitants a straggling sheep, Swept in their anger from the affrighted The stone-chat, or the glancing sand-piper: With all his creatures sink—to rise no And on these barren rocks, with fern and more!


mossy sod


And juniper and thistle, sprinkled o'er, I read, and loved the books in which I read; Fixing his downcast eye, he many an hour For books in every neighbouring house I A morbid pleasure nourished, tracing here sought,

(sure brought. An emblem of his own unfruitful life : And nothing to my mind a sweeter pleaAnd, lifting up his head, he then would gaze

Can I forget what charms did once adorn On the more distant scene,-how lovely 'tis My garden, stored with pease, and mint, Thou seest, -and he would gaze till it and thyme, became

And rose, and lily, for the Sabbath morn? Far lovelier, and his heart could not sustain The Sabbath bells, and their delightful The beauty, still more beauteous ! Nor, chime ; that time,

The gambols and wild freaks at shearing When nature had subdued him to herself, time ;

(scarce espied ; Would he forget those beings, to whose My hen's rich nest through long grass minds,

The cowslip-gathering in Junes dewy Warm from the labours of benevolence, prime;

(side, The world, and human life, appeared a The swans that, when I sought the water.

From far to meet me came, spreading their Or kindred loveliness, then he would sigh snowy pride ? With mournful joy, to think that others ielt What he must never feel : and so, lost man! The staff I yet remember which upbore On visionary views would fancy feed, The bending body of my active sire : Till his eye streamed with tears. In this His seat beneath the honeyed sycamore deep vale

Where the bees hummed, and chair by He died, -this seat his only monument. winter fire ;

When market morning came, the neat attire If thou be one whose heart the holy forms With which, though bent on haste, myself Of young imagination have kept pure,

I decked ;

(ire, Stranger ! henceforth be warned; and My watchful dog, whose starts of furious know that pride,

When stranger passed, so often I have Howe'er disguised in its own majesty,

checked ;

(my casement pecked. Is littleness ; that he who feels contempt The redbreast known for years, which at For any living thing, hath faculties Which he has never used ; that thought The suns of twenty summers danced with him


(away : Is in its infancy. The man whose eye Ah ! little marked how fast they rolled Is ever on himself doth look on one, But, through severe mischance, and cruel The least of nature's works, one who might wrong, move

(holds My father's substance fell into decay ; The wise man to that scorn which wisdom We toiled and struggled-hoping for a day Cnlawful, ever. O be wiser, thou ! When fortune should put on a kinder look ; Instnicted that true knowledge leads to But vain were wishes-efforts vain as they ; love,

He from his old hereditary nook
True dignity abides with him alone Must part—the summons came--sur final
Who, in the silent hour of inward thought, leave we took.
Can still suspect, and still revere himself,
In lowliness of heart.

It was indeed a miserable hour (veved,
When from the last hill-top, my sire sur-
Peering above the trees, the steeple tower

That on his marriage day sweet music

made !

I be laid,

Till then, he hoped his bones might there My father was a good and pious man, Close by my mother in their native bowers. An honest man by honest parents bred, Bidding me trust in God, he stood and And I believe that soon as I began


(in showers, To lisp, he made me kneel beside my bed, I could not pray :-through tears that fell And in his hearing there my prayers Í said : Glimmered our dear-loved home, alas! no And afterwards, by my good father taught. longer ours.


less song

rue :

There was a youth whom I had loved so Green fields before us, and our native shore, long,

We breathed a pestilential air that made That when I loved him not I cannot say. Ravage for which no knell was heard. We 'Mid the green mountains many a thought- prayed

(nor knew (May. For our departure ; wished and wished We iwo had sung, like gladsome birds in 'Mid that long sickness, and those hopes When we began to tre of childish play, delayed,

view : We seemed still more and more to prize That happier days we never more must each other ;

(day ;

The parting signal streamed, at last the
We talked of marriage and our marriage land withdrew.
And I in truth did love him like a brother,
For never could I hope to meet with such Bùt the calm summer season now was past,

On as we drove, the equinoctial deep

Ran mountains high before the howling Two years were passed since to a distant blast;

(sweep. town

And many perished in the whirlwind's He had repaired to ply the artist's trade. We gazed with terror on their gloomy What tears of bitter grief till then un- sleep,

ensue, known !

[layed! Untaught that soon such anguish must What tender vows our last sad kiss de- Our hopes such harvest of affliction reap, To him we turned :-we had no other aid. That we the mercy of the waves should Like one revived upon his neck I wept,

(voted crew. And her whom he had loved in joy. he said, We reached the western world a poor deHe well could love in grief : his faith he kept,

(slept. The pains and plagues that on our heads And in a quiet home once more my father came down,

Disease and famine, agony and fear, We lived in peace and comfort, and were in wood or wilderness, in camp or town, blest

[plied. It would thy brain unsettle even to hear. With daily bread, by constant toilsup- All perished-all in one remorseless year, Three lovely infants lay upon my breast ; Husband and children ! one by one, by And often viewing their sweet smiles, I sword

(tear sighed,

(died And ravenous plague, all perished; every And knew not why. My happy father Dried up, despairing, desolate, on board When sad distress reduced the children's A British ship I waked, as from a trance meal :


restored. Thrice happy! that for him the grave did The empty loom, cold hearth, and silent Peaceful as some immeasurable plain wheel,

[could not heal. By the first beams of dawning light imAnd tears that flowed for ills which patience in the calm sunshine slept the glittering

(main, 'Twas a hard change, an evil time was come, The very ocean hath its hour of rest We had no hope, and no relief could gain. 1, too, forgot the heavings of my breast. But soon, with proud parade, the noisy Oh, me, how quiet sky and ocean were ! drum

(and pain. As quiet all within me. I was blest : Beat round, to sweep the streets of want And looked, and looked along the silent air, My husband's arms now only served to Until it seemed to bring a joy to my

despair. Me and his children hungering in his view ; In such despair, my prayers and tears were Ah! how unlike those late terrific sleeps, vain :

And groans, that rage of racking famine To join those miserable men, he flew ;

spoke !

[heaps ! And now to the sea coast, with numbers The unburied dead, that lay in festering more, we drew.

The breathing pestilence that rose like smoke !

[broke! There long were we neglected, and we The shriek that from the distant battle bore

[weighed ; The mine's dire earthquake, and the pailid Much sorrow, ere the fleet its anchor host


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