La the class entitled "Musings," in Mr. Southey's Minor Pies, one upon his own miniature Picture, taken in Childtxd and another upon a landscape painted by Gaspar Poussin. 19 possible that every word of the above verses, though ⚫lar in subject, might have been written had the author been quainted with those beautiful effusions of poetic sentiBut, for his own satisfaction, he must be allowed thus ly to acknowledge the pleasure those two poems of his Fread have given him, and the grateful influence they have his mind as often as he reads them, or thinks of them.* MEMORY. A PEN-to register; a key- Are well assigned to Memory As aptly, also, might be given. A Pencil to her hand; That, softening objects, sometimes even Outstrips the heart's demand; That smooths foregone distress, the lines Of lingering care subdues, Yet, like a tool of Fancy, works That startle Conscience, as she lurks O! that our lives, which flee so fast, That not an image of the past Retirement then might hourly look Age steal to his allotted nook, See Note. With heart as calm as Lakes that sleep, ODE TO DUTY. STERN Daughter of the Voice of God! There are who ask not if thine eye Upon the genial sense of youth :* Long may the kindly impulse last! But Thou, if they should totter, teach them to stand fast! Serene will be our days and bright, And they a blissful course may hold Yet find that other strength, according to their need. I, loving freedom, and untried; The task, in smoother walks to stray; But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may. Through no disturbance of my soul, But in the quietness of thought: Me this unchartered freedom tires; I feel the weight of chance-desires : My hopes no more must change their name, I long for a repose that ever is the same. † See Note. Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear Flowers laugh before thee on their beds; Thou dost preserve the Stars from wrong; And the most ancient Heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong. To humbler functions, awful Power! And in the light of truth thy Bondman let me live!* EVENING VOLUNTARIES. 1. CALM is the fragrant air, and loth to lose * See Note. II. NoT in the lucid intervals of life To all that Earth from pensive hearts is stealing, III. (BY THE SIDE OF RYDAL MERE) THE Linnet's warble, sinking towards a close, O Nightingale! Who ever heard thy song V. beat of deepening darkness here would be, a fresh morning for new harmony; lays as prompt would hail the dawn of night; she has both beautiful and bright, the East kindles with the full moon's light. anderer by spring with gradual progress led, y profoundly felt as widely spread; sing, to peasant, to rough sailor, dear, the soldier's trumpet-wearied ear; welcome wouldst thou be to this green Vale ter than Tempe! Yet, sweet Nightingale! the warm breeze that bears thee on alight 1, and stay thy migratory flight; thy choice, or sing, by pool or fount, all complain, or call thee to account? sest, happiest, of our kind are they at ever walk content with Nature's way, od's goodness measuring bounty as it may; whom the gravest thought of what they miss, lastening the fulness of a present bliss, >th that wholesome office satisfied, unrepining sadness is allied Cankful bosoms to a modest pride. IV. as a cloud is yon blue Ridge - the mere ere firm as solid crystal, breathless, clear, In motionless; and, to the gazer's eye, bener than Ocean, in the immensity Xts vague mountains and unreal sky! Mt. from the process in that still retreat, to minuter changes at our feet; rve how dewy Twilight has withdrawn De crowd of daisies from the shaven lawn, A has restored to view its tender green, Fut, while the sun rode high, was lost beneath their dazzling sheen. -43 emblem this of what the sober Hour do for minds disposed to feel its power! Toft, when we in vain have wished away П petty pleasures of the garish day, Ws Eve shuts up the whole usurping host hful dwarfs each glittering at his post) Aut leaves the disencumbered spirit free assume a staid simplicity. well-but what are helps of time and place, W wisdom stands in need of nature's grace; do good thoughts, invoked or not, descend, La Arge's from their bowers, our virtues to befriend; Torrow, unbelied, may say, Lee to open out, for fresh display, The elastic vanities of yesterday!" THE leaves that rustled on this oak-crowned hill, Grave Creature! whether, while the moon shines bright Rising from what may once have been a Lady's bower: Or, from a rifted crag or ivy tod Deep in a forest, thy secure abode, Thou giv'st, for pastime's sake, by shriek or shout, May the night never come, the day be seen, VI. THE Sun, that seemed so mildly to retire, Thou Power supreme! who, arming to rebuke Offenders, dost put off the gracious look, VII. (BY THE SEA SIDE.) THE sun is couched, the sea-fowl gone to rest, A sea-born service through the mountains felt, Or like those hymns that soothe with graver sound The gulfy coast of Norway iron-bound; May silent thanks at least to God be given VIII. [The former of the two following Pieces appeared, years ago, among the Author's poems, from which, in quent editions, it was excluded. It is here reprinted, request of a friend who was present when the liner thrown off as an impromptu. For printing the latter, some reason should be given s word of it is original: it is simply a fine stanza of Ak connected with a still finer from Beattie, by a couplet of son. This practice, in which the author sometimes indulg linking together, in his own mind, favourite passages fre ferent authors, seems in itself unobjectionable: but, a publishing such compilations might lead to confusion in i ture, he should deem himself inexcusable in giving thes men, were it not from a hope that it might open to o harmless source of private gratification.] THE sun has long been set, The stars are out by twos and threes, The little birds are piping yet Among the bushes and trees; There's a cuckoo, and one or two thrushes, And a far-off wind that rushes, And a sound of water that gushes, And the Cuckoo's sovereign ery Fills all the hollow of the sky. Who would "go parading" IX. THRONED in the Sun's descending car What Power unseen diffuses far This tenderness of mind? What Genius smiles on yonder flood! What God in whispers from the wood Bids every thought be kind? O ever pleasing Solitude, Waves o'er the gloomy stream; Whence the scared Owl on pinions gray Breaks from the rustling boughs, And down the lone vale sails away To more profound repose! X. COMPOSED BY THE SEA-SHORE. tschief cleaves to unsubdued regret, Sur knows; he best, whose lot is cast y think on old familiar doors, the loved in childhood, and ancestral floors; with the dear betrothed was to come; e and was, and is, yet meets the eye er but in the world of memory; a dream recalled, whose smoothest range ed by knowledge, or by dread, of change, not so, whose perfect joy makes sleep ng too bright for breathing man to keep. the virtues which that perilous life acts from Nature's elemental strife; wicome glory won in battles fought bravely as the foe was keenly sought. Leach gallant Captain and his crew mperious sympathy is due, as my verse now yields, while moonbeams play be mate sea in this unruffled bay; as will promptly flow from every breast, good men disappointed in the quest *th and power and honours, long for rest; kas ng known the splendours of success, fer the obscurities of happiness. XL #scent-moon, the Star of Love, res of evening, as ye there are seen bat a span of sky between — eak one of you, my doubts remove, the attendant Page and which the Queen? XII. TO THE MOON. KEPHED BY THE SEA-SIDE, ON THE COAST OF CUMBERLAND.) R! that stoop'st so low, and com'st so near man life's unsettled atmosphere; ➤ with night and silence to partake, it seem, the cares of them that wake; ugh the cottage-lattice softly peeping, from harm the humblest of the sleeping; pleasure once encompassed those sweet names 1. get in thy behalf the poet claims, An idolizing dreamer as of yore! I slight them all; and, on this sea-beat shore Sole sitting, only can to thoughts attend That bid me hail thee as the SAILOR'S FRIEND; So call thee for heaven's grace through thee made known By confidence supplied and mercy shown, And for less obvious benefits, that find Their way, with thy pure help, to heart and mind; The aspiring mountains and the winding streams, Or crossed by vapoury streaks and clouds that move, To call up thoughts that shun the glare of day, Yes, lovely Moon! if thou so mildly bright Dost rouse, yet surely in thy own despite, To fiercer mood the phrenzy-stricken brain, Let me a compensating faith maintain; That there's a sensitive, a tender, part Which thou canst touch in every human heart, For healing and composure. But, as least And mightiest billows ever have confessed Thy domination; as the whole vast sea Feels through her lowest depths thy sovereignty; So shines that countenance with especial grace On them who urge the keel her plains to trace Furrowing its way right onward. The most ruda, Cut off from home and country, may have stood Even till long gazing hath bedimmed his eye, Or the mute rapture ended in a sigh Touched by accordance of thy placid cheer, With some internal lights to memory dear, Or fancies stealing forth to soothe the breast Tired with its daily share of earth's unrest, Gentle awakenings, visitations meek; A kindly influence whereof few will speak, Though it can wet with tears the hardiest cheek. And when thy beauty in the shadowy cave Is hidden, buried in its monthly grave; |