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The reindeer's spoil, the ermine's treasure shares,
O'er China's garden-fields and peopled floods; In California's pathless world of woods; Round Andes' heights, where Winter, from his throne, Looks down in scorn upon the summer zone; By the gay borders of Bermuda's isles, Where Spring with everlasting verdure smiles, On pure Madeira's vine-robed hills of health; In Java's swamps of pestilence and wealth; Where Babel stood, where wolves and jackals drink, Midst weeping willows, on Euphrates' brink; On Carmel's crest; by Jordan's reverend stream, Where Canaan’s glories vanished like a dream; · Where Greece, a spectre, haunts her heroes' graves, And Rome's vast ruins darken Tiber's waves; Where broken-hearted Switzerland bewails Her subject mountains and dishonoured vales; Where Albion's rocks exult amidst the sea, Around the beauteous isle of Liberty ; -Man, through all ages of revolving time, Unchanging man, in every varying clime, Deems his own land of every land the pride, Beloved by Heaven o'er all the world beside ; His home the spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest.
THE PATRIOT. Swell, swell the shrill trumpet clear sounding afar,
Our sabres flash splendour around ; For Freedom has summoned her sons to the war,
Nor Britain has shrunk from the sounda Let plunder's vile thirst the invaders inflame;
Lêt slaves for their wages be bold ;
Shall Britons be bartered for gold ?
Proud honour our guerdon alone :
And the sword that we brandish our own.
Their image each labour shall cheer;
And our pay be a smile or a tear.
Or sink on the land that we save-
How vast the reward of the brave !
THE PAINTER WHO PLEASED NOBODY
AND EVERY BODY.
Hyperboles, though ne'er so great,
like a Painter drew,
All things were set; the hour was come,
Might well a RAPHAEL's hand require, “ To give them all the native fire ; “ The features fraught with sense and wit, “ You'll grant are very hard to hit ; “But yet with patience you shall view “ As much as paint and art can do." “ Observe the work.” My Lord replied, “ 'Till now I thought my mouth was wide ;
Besides, my nose is somewhat long; “ Dear Sir, for me, 'tis far too young.”
“O! pardon me," the artist cried,
My Lord examined it a-new;
A Lady came, with borrowed grace
Through all the town his art they praised;
any man the picture own?
INSTRUCTION SOUGHT FROM THE BEE.
Buzzing insect, busy creature,
I would know thy wondrous skill,
And thy hive with honey fill.
Let me learn of thee.
Teach me, sweetest insect flying,
How like thee to choose the best;
Live to work, but die to rest :
my time on earth shall end,
soul befriend? Let me learn of thee.
Varied plants with mingled odours,
Nature oft presents below;
Teach me these in truth to know.
Let me learn of thee.
Lose not time in sinful ease;
Ills escape and blessings seize.
Stoop, and learn of me.
One alone might thee avail :
Try yon Lily of the Vale.
Haste, and learn of me.
Health and strength, and means will end;
Peaceful then to rest descend.
Think, and learn of me."
THE INFLUENCE OF HOPE.
At summer eve, when Heaven's ethereal bow Spans with bright arch the glittering hills below,