"Who longs to reach the radiant plain "Must onward urge his course amain;

"For doubly swift the shadow flies, "When 'gainst the gale the pilgrim plies, "At least be firm and undismay'd "Maintain your ground! the fleeting shade "Erelong spontaneous glides away, "And gives you back th' enlivening ray. "Lo, while I speak, our danger past ! "No more the shrill horn's angry blast "Howls in our ear; the savage roar "Of war and murder is no more. "Then snatch the moment fate allows, "Nor think of past or future woes." He spoke; and hope revives; the lake That instant one and all forsake,

In sweet amusement to employ

The present sprightly hour of joy.

Now from the western mountain's brow Compass'd with clouds of various glow,

The sun a broader orb displays,

And shoots aslope his ruddy rays.

The lawn assumes a fresher green,
And dew-drops spangle all the scene.
The balmy zephyr breathes along,
The shepherd sings his tender song,
With all their lays the groves resound,
And falling waters murmur round.
Discord and care were put to flight,

And all was peace, and calm delight.

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THE MEMORY OF HIS LADY.

FAREWELL, my best-beloved; whose heavenly mind

Genius with virtue, strength with softness join'd; Devotion, undebased by pride or art,

With meek simplicity, and joy of heart;

Though sprightly, gentle; though polite, sincere ;
And only of thyself a judge severe;
Unblamed, unequal'd in each sphere of life,
The tenderest Daughter, Sister, Parent, Wife.
In thee their Patroness th' afflicted lost;

Thy friends, their pattern, ornament, and boast;
And I....but ah, can words my loss declare,
Or paint th' extremes of transport and despair!
O Thou, beyond what verse or speech can tell,
My guide, my friend, my best-beloved, farewell!

ODE

ON LORD H**'s BIRTH-DAY.

A

MUSE, unskill'd in venal praise,

Unstain'd with flattery's art;
Who loves simplicity of lays
Breathed ardent from the heart;
While gratitude and joy inspire,
Resumes the long-unpractised lyre,
To hail, O H**, thy Natal Morn:

No gaudy wreathe of flowers she weaves,
But twines with oak the laurel leaves,
Thy cradle to adorn.

For not on beds of gaudy flowers

Thine ancestors reclined,

Where Sloth dissolves, and spleen devours

All energy of mind.

To hurl the dart, to ride the car,

To stem the deluges of war,

And snatch from fate a sinking land;
Trample th' Invader's lofty crest,
And from his grasp the dagger wrest,
And desolating brand:

'T was this, that raised th' illustrious Line

To match the first in fame!

A thousand years have seen it shine
With unabated flame.

Have seen thy mighty Sires appear
Foremost in Glory's high career,

The pride and pattern of the Brave.
Yet, pure from lust of blood their fire,
And from Ambition's wild desire,

They triumph'd but to save.

The Muse with joy attends their way

The vale of peace along;

There to its Lord the village gay

Renews the grateful song.

Yon castle's glittering towers contain

No pit of wo, nor clanking chain,