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HOURS OF CHILDHOOD^. 
 
 ANtt. 
 
 OTHER POEMS 
 
 For me the day: 
 Hatli duties which require the vigorous hand 
 Of stedfast application, but which leave 
 No deep improving trace upon the mind. 
 But be the day another's ;— let it pass ! 
 The night 's my own !— 
 
 ^ KiRKE Wkite^ 
 
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 PUBLISHED BY A. BOWMAISU 
 
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PREFACE., 
 
 IT is a fact universally allowed, that few au?. 
 thors are so totally indifferent to the stamp which 
 their writings may bear in the minds of the pub? 
 lie, as to feel no anxiety concerning their suc- 
 cesss ; and to contemplate with perfect compo- 
 sure, the prospect of a critical analysis of their 
 productions, in which, each blemish is to be ex« 
 posed to the most rigid censure. 
 
 No writer is entirely exempt from this doubt- 
 ful solicitude — even those who have raised them* 
 selves above the quibblings of fire-side commen- 
 tators, and are only read to be admired, have 
 their moments of fear; — the opinions of the pub- 
 lic may change ; critics may condemn, and their- 
 names may be tarnished by a failure. 
 
 Since then, those who possess every classical 
 requisite for poetical excellence j who are bles- 
 
IV PREFACE. 
 
 sed with time, retirement, and an access to the 
 ivritings of all nations, and ages ; whose minds 
 are cheered in their pursuits, by a solid hope of 
 success, founded on the remembrance of former 
 approbation, cannot altogether confide in their- 
 infallibility. It will not be doubted, that a youth,, 
 unlettered,' and unlearned, who in his first essay 
 has been debarred all those advantages which are 
 considered almost indispensible in the pursuit of 
 literary distinction — should appear before the 
 public with the utmost diffidence ; fearful that 
 the pursuit which has given him employment in 
 his midnight hours, and added a zest to his short 
 period of leisure, should reflect discredit upon 
 his authorship. 
 
 The writer of Hours of Childhood, far 
 from enjoying '' Poetic leisure^' has, from the 
 age of thirteen, filled a situation which requires 
 ** the vigorous hand of stedfa^t apphcation," and^ 
 which lias left little time for studious improve- 
 
PREFACE* V 
 
 ment : But his work is to appear on the same 
 stage, with the productions of the man of sci- 
 ence ; and to be judged by the same tribunal. — 
 These are not happy auspices— yet, he ventures 
 to present this volume to the public, conscious 
 of the many defects which may be discovered in 
 it, — but hoping to reap instruction from its fate. 
 Nor would he deprecate criticism ; he wishes only 
 that the sentence bestowed upon it, should, as far 
 as justice will allow, consider the circumstances 
 under which it appears. It has no patron ; it goes 
 forth into the world, unprotected, and alone — to 
 stand or fall by its own merits — as a tender par- 
 ent ushers into the world a beloved child ; — sen- 
 sible of his faults, he cherishes a hope, that it 
 will judge of them with charity ; nor crush, by 
 a sentence too severe, the latent seeds of virtue 
 which may spring up to maturity and perfection. 
 The child has been his comfort, in many an 
 hour of sorrow ; and fancy, with healing infiu- 
 
XX PREFACEf 
 
 cnce, has drawn his growing virtues starting fortii 
 into fragrant blossom. For whatever nation- 
 al feeling is expressed in this work, an apology 
 cannot be necessary to a reasonable person, of 
 what country soever : The warm attachment of 
 the author to his I^ative Land, is but the natural 
 feeling of every honest heart, — in that land, the 
 hours of infancy were whiied away under the in- 
 fluence of hope, and fancy ; and the delights of 
 that innocent period, are engraven on the tab- 
 lets of memory, in the lovely hues of youthful 
 imagination. Nor does this laudable partiality 
 cast a reflection upon the same predilection in 
 the natives of other countries ; those who feel 
 the true amor patrice are charmed with the same 
 sentiment in others of whatever nation. 
 
 The smaller pieces are the effusions of the 
 moment written at different times, and are inca- 
 pable of being altered from their original crude« 
 ne3S. 
 
CONTENTS* 
 
 
 Hours of Childhood, 
 
 Page. 
 9 
 
 A Mother's Love, - - - 
 
 - 67 
 
 Addressed to a Young Lady, - 
 
 - 72 
 
 Stanza's, . . - - 
 
 - 78 
 
 <« The Moon's Pale Kay, 
 
 - 80 
 
 To a Friend, - . - 
 
 - 83 
 
 The Alter'd Lay. - 
 
 - 8Q 
 
POEMS, 
 
 HOURS OF CHILDHOOf). 
 
 THERE is a solace to the aching breast, 
 
 Long worn by care, that sighs for tranquil rest ; 
 
 Midst toils of day, in slumbers of the night, 
 
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 Fond memoiy paints each infantine delight, 
 Each vanish'd joy that woke the bosom's glow, 
 When all look'd gay as heaven's aerial bow, 
 And youth, and health, and nature's charms 
 
 combin'd, 
 Shed calm contentment o*er the guileless imnd. 
 
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 The^ ceaseless waves of time, that swiftly roll 
 Man*s feeble bark to dark oblivion's goal, 
 Sweep harmless o*er the memory of those days> 
 When childhood tuned its unambitious lays, 
 And soft-eyed pleasure, in her gay attire, 
 Woke the wild numbers of the trembling lyre^ 
 
 II 
 
 Bright were the scenes that fancy drew, 
 And blythe the hours that gaily flew, 
 In life's gay morn, when all was new f 
 And softly, hope her radiance shed, 
 In happy childhood, round my head,- 
 
 Deceitful smiled ; that angel smile 
 
 ^V/as wont my sorrows to beguile, 
 
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 And every transient cloud of woe, 
 
 That dim'd the visions of my eye, 
 
 Fled, as the sun's enlivening glow 
 
 Chas'd the light vapour from the sky : 
 
 And nature, in that halcyon hour, 
 
 Claim'd o'er my mind a magic power, 
 
 Ope'd to my eye her boundless store, 
 
 And bade her vast delights explore. 
 
 Her solemn contemplative glades, 
 
 Her grottoes cool, her sylvan shades, 
 
 Or where she wears no gentle smile, 
 
 But frowning wastes her form despoil ; — 
 
 Midst gloomy haunts and forests drear, 
 
 Where silence tires the drowsy ear, 
 
 Or where, with stunning sound, the waves 
 
 Toss boisterous, when the tempest raves. 
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 III 
 
 And fancy, oft, would guide my feet 
 To glooms, where sleepless spirits wander'd, 
 
 Or lonely vales, retirement sweet. 
 Where some lorn stream its course meander'd* 
 Oft, in some deep untrodden dell. 
 Where Eremite might build his cell, 
 Remote from all the ills that wait 
 The pompous equipage of state ; 
 To human steps so much unknown, 
 Ev*n thought might find herself alone ; 
 Nought on her silence to intrude. 
 Or break her much lov'd solitude. — 
 Imagination's forceful power, 
 Would charm away the passing hour ; 
 
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 And fondly picture scenes of old, 
 
 By hoary matron's legend told, 
 
 In number's mystic, strange, and wild, 
 
 To soothe me, when a froward child ; 
 
 Of ravening giant of the wold, * 
 
 Of ladie fair, and gallant bold ; 
 
 And grey hair'd minstrel, blythe and old ; 
 
 Of martial lists, of daring deeds. 
 
 Of nodding plumes, and prancing steeds ; 
 
 Of knight caparison'd in arms, 
 
 To combat for a damsel's charms : 
 
 Or still, the more replete with fear, 
 
 The story whisper'd in the ear. 
 
 Lest angry fiend, perchance, might hear, 
 
 Of wither'd hag, or wandring sprite, 
 
 Who roam the unhallow'd hour of night, 
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 Or form more gay, of Fairj- light, 
 
 Who, when the moon's soft ray is glancing 
 
 On the flowery green, is dancing 
 
 In many an airy roundelay ;— 
 
 Vanishing ere dawn of day. 
 
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 Ah ! in life's morn, the trusting soul 
 Is calm ;— the hours unheeded roll ; 
 No passions urge their fierce controuk 
 Then, not a wish was unsupplied, 
 
 For scarce a boon had I to crave, 
 Save those, which in the heart abide, 
 And those indulgent nature gave. 
 Upon the blossom of my cheek, 
 The rose bud's hue was wont to speak 
 
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 The calmest sunshine of the hearty 
 That health and happiness impart : 
 Free, as the mountain breeze, was 1 1 
 That sweeps the light cloud o'er the sky ; 
 Unknown a foretaste of the woes, — 
 Companions of man's ripening years,--^ 
 That bar the eyelids from repose. 
 And wash them with untimely teoxL 
 I knew not, then, the brow o'ercast 
 By gloomy thought, or sullen care, 
 1 brooded o'er no pleasures past ; 
 The future, all look'd bright and fair 3 
 An undefined, elysian dream, 
 Illum'd by hope's deceitful beam. 
 That hope has past ! — its early ray 
 
 JTo more irradiates my way. — ■> 
 
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 V 
 
 How wildly swells the craggy height ! 
 Whence the rough torrent, rushing bright, 
 In morning's gay reflected beams, 
 A sheet of burnished silver seems ; 
 With bickering wave, and foaming spray 
 In columns rising to the day ; 
 While, 5nidst the far resounding roar 
 The dark plumed eagles proudly soar ; 
 Commingling, with the discord rude 
 That wakes the mountain solitude, 
 Their rusthng pinion's heavy sound ; 
 Their bodeing, and terrifiq scream;— 
 Re-echoing o'er the cliff profound ; 
 Startling the owlet from his dream. 
 Where, in the darkest wood, supreme 
 
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 In sullen loneliness, he sits, 
 Mutt'ring his moody tones by fits ; 
 Till evening spreads her shadow dmi. 
 And, 'neath the western hill, the sun 
 Has sunk, his daily circle run. 
 Then, to some distant turret's height, 
 He speeds his melancholy flight; 
 To mope, unseen, the livelong night. 
 
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 Where every sense, in tumult drown'd, 
 Yields to the mighty toiTent's sound, 
 I loved in thoughtfulness to roam ; — 
 Where the swift cataract, white with foam, 
 Rush'd down the steep, in tumult rude, 
 To muse in contemplative mood ; 
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 To dwell, upon the mountain's brow, 
 O'er the soft scenes that spread belovr. 
 Ah! there are those, who senseless, scorn 
 Each joy of lovely nature born ! 
 Nor listen to her angel voice. 
 Too sadly erring in their choice. 
 They fly the unfrequented shade, 
 The bower, for contemplation made ; 
 And s^ek in concourse, noise, and strife, 
 Those calmer joys of human life 
 Which only in retirement dwell, 
 Remote from folly's wild'ring spell. 
 There is a music in the sound, 
 That swells the eddying stream around ;. 
 A boldness in the torrent's flood ; 
 >A calmness in the waving wood i 
 
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 A softness in the verdant vale 
 
 Where fragrant flowers their balm exhale ; 
 
 That fills the bosom with delight^ 
 
 And charms the child of nature's sight, 
 
 VII 
 
 I loved to stand upou the rock, 
 
 Sear'd many an age by thunder *s shock, 
 
 And mai'k the boiling flood beneath 
 
 Toss its wild foam, in many a wreath ; 
 
 And count each bubble, as it rose. 
 
 Like joy's bright gem, midst seas of woes ; 
 
 Whelm*d, instant, in the rushing tide ; — 
 
 Too vain and empty to abide. 
 
 So rise, upon life's flowing stream, 
 
 The gay, who shine in folly's beam : — 
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 They glitter bright their little hour, 
 The shallow tools of transient power* 
 Then, like the bubble on the wave, 
 They sink beneath the pow'r that gave 
 Their fleeting splendour ; by the frown 
 Of tyrants hurl'd from grandeur down. 
 
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 Oft, on the mountain's highest peak, 
 Round which rude peals of thunder break,— 
 When tempests from on high are hurl'd, — 
 I've stood, and mark'd, beneath unfurFd, 
 The varied charms of nature's face; 
 Where, undisturb'd, my eye could trace 
 Each winding brook, each rushing stream, 
 Each charm that wakes in fancy's dream ; 
 
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 The ocean's measureless expanse, 
 
 On whose calm breast bright shadows glance ; 
 Unruffled, pure, and peaceful, save 
 Where zephyrs fan its sleeping wave* 
 
 There;* breaking thro' its endless blue^ 
 
 Soft rise the isles of verdant hue. 
 
 Where heavenly habitants might rest, 
 
 And sanctify earth's lovely breast. 
 
 And fancy oft would paint, (among 
 
 Their verdant bowers, where wild bird's song 
 
 Enliven'd, with its melody, 
 
 The tranquil scene ; which well might vie 
 
 With nature's fairest, loveliest spot, ) 
 
 The blest, and undisturbed -lot, 
 
 With some congenial, tender breast. 
 
 To seek retirement, peace, and rest, 
 
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 And bid to folly's train adieu. 
 For verdant isle, in ocean blue. 
 
 IX 
 
 Or stretched, in undulating maze, 
 To tire with charms the wandering gaze^ 
 The landscape bright before me lays : — 
 The valley, hill abrupt, and steep, 
 Sequestered dell, remote and deep ; 
 The rustling fields of golden corn. 
 Emblazoned by the beams of morn ; 
 The hamlet's cluster 'd form, wher^ rest; 
 With health, and peace, the simply blest ; 
 Where reigns, (by heaven auspicious lent,) 
 Joy's purest spirit, calm content ; 
 Enlivening every rustic eye, 
 That beams, with self-taught sympathy.- 
 
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 Blest with each joy these scenes impart^^ 
 Which soothe, yet not corrupt the heart '^ 
 Unversed in manners of the crowd, 
 The falsly gay, the meanly proud^ 
 Who scoff at peasant joys aloud ; 
 Unversed in fashion's mystic lore ; 
 Untaught to crave another's store ; 
 They peaceful live, and calmly die, 
 Embosom'd in tranquillity^ 
 
 X 
 The waving forest's wide domain^ 
 Beyond the lawn, my vision greets. 
 There, every verdure softly meets ; — 
 The towering pine's deep em'rald stain ; 
 The willow's light and cheerful green ; 
 
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 The beach, in yellow foilage drest ; 
 The poplar's dark and shining vest, 
 Its leaves, in every breath that quiver, 
 And in the cool air seem to shiver ; 
 Each bright variety of hue 
 There strikes upon th' admiring view. 
 Through its dark groves' refreshing shade, 
 The wild breeze hollow murmurs made ; 
 Its bosom heav'd with gentle motion. 
 Like the softly troubled ocean ; 
 Beneath that forest's sombre shade. 
 Oft have my vagrant footsteps stray 'd, 
 Oft have I paus'd, its depths among, 
 To breathe a light and artless song ; 
 Oft paus'd amidst its gloomy haunts. 
 Where nature's wildest livery fiaunts, 
 To heavejbe sigh that childhood grants* 
 
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 When crowds of wishes, undefined. 
 Steal on the uninstructed mind.^ — 
 
 XI 
 
 Why did I sigh ? I knew not, yet, 
 A semblance even of regret ; 
 Why did 1 sigh ? was it, because 
 Nature's fair bloom would soon decay ? 
 The fountain's stream would know a pause, 
 The forest's foliage fade away, 
 Each fairy vale, each verdant meadow, 
 Would pass, like morning's fleeting shadow ? 
 Ah no ! that gloomy hour was fraught 
 With all the luxury of thought ; — 
 A willing gloom, a painful pleasure, 
 Play*d o'er my heart in raptVoys measure - 
 
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 *Twas poesy's spirit swell'd my soul, 
 «A.nd bade, on fancy's golden pinions^ 
 Airy thoughts, extatic, roll 
 O'er the mind's unchain'd dominions- 
 
 XII 
 
 'Twas meditation's hallowed ground 1 
 And soft she shed her influence round : 
 O'er many a forest flower I stray'd, 
 That bloom'd beneath the dark oak's sfaade^ 
 And yielded sweet its wild perfume^ 
 Shrouded in uncongenial gloom, — 
 And birds, from soft melodious throats, 
 To gentle echo sung their notes. 
 
XIII 
 upon the wild stream's shadowy brink, 
 'Tis s^veet, alone to stand, and think ;— ^ 
 in riper years it claims a sigh, 
 A sigh, the bosom cannot stifle, 
 That as the current rushes by, 
 Kending each flower that blossoms nigh, 
 So time our early joys will rifle. 
 Delights, that gild our dawn of day, 
 Like the swift stream, will pass away ; 
 Each image, in life's early dream, 
 Dissolves, ere manhood's stronger beanj 
 Lights the true pathway of our fate. 
 Or show^ how vain, (but ah too late !) 
 Was the fair future fancy gave ; 
 Vain as the streamlet's gliding wave^ 
 
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 That sparkles but a moment's space, 
 Then fades, nor leaves one single trace 
 Of where, or what it was before, — 
 Lost in the billow's ceaseless roar! 
 We gaze, and as the river flows, 
 Life's varying course its passage shows ; 
 Now, sweird by headlong mountain streams ; 
 
 " Now, softly murmuring calm and slow, 
 Far off its waveless mirror gleams, 
 
 *^( And heaven's own shadow spreads below) 
 Amid the ever blooming grove, 
 
 " Like future joy thro' hope's false beams : 
 They fickle, frail, and worthless prove ^ 
 Each hour that owns bright pleasure's sway : 
 The fire of genius ; fancy's ray ; 
 Love's cheating power, and ardent flame, 
 AH! all! save friendship's sacred name, 
 
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 Upon the torrent wave of time, 
 Flee, with our manhood's fleeting prime ^ 
 And leave, alone, the sullen gloom 
 Of spirits, journeying to the tomb ; 
 Save, that, tho' faint her light is beaming, 
 Hope still upon the soul is gleaming ! 
 Points, thro' misfortune's darkest shade. 
 To brighter joys, that never fade ; — 
 Not vivid, as in life's gay morning 
 
 " She danc'd in nature's lovely bowers ; 
 Not falsely, as in youth adorning 
 
 With promis'd ecstacy the hoars ! 
 But calm, unclouded, firm, and pure ; 
 Tho' dim her beams, their guidance sure.-* 
 So on the last resounding wave. 
 That speeds to an unfathom'd grave. - 
 
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 The sunbeam sheds its brilliant ray ; 
 On each bright drop its glimmVings play i 
 It fades in radiant beams of day : 
 Whelmed in the oceaVs bosom deep, / 
 The silent waves unconscious sleep ;— . 
 Unconscious, that they once had swept 
 Along the soil, where genius slept ; 
 Or bounded o'er the rocky height, 
 Sweird into rage by tempest's might ; 
 Or, that their waters once had laved 
 A land that ne'er might be enslaved ; 
 By patriot arm in peril sav'd, 
 Ev'n as unconscious as the clay, 
 That wraps our remnants of decay, 
 When to the joyless sea of age 
 Recedes the stream of youthful rage.— 
 
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 XIV 
 
 Hark 1 from the village, distant fa^ 
 Ee-echoed, varied discords jar ; 
 The busy hum, the social din^ 
 That welcome gentle twilight in, 
 Come swelling, from the vale below, 
 Up tlie lone mountain s craggy side ; 
 Sweeping " in solemn tones and slow/' 
 Kound the broad sunmiit's crested pride : 
 Gently o'er the water dashing, 
 Where the silver waves are flashing 
 Beneath the rays of yellow light, 
 That mark the near approach of night,-^ 
 How lovely is the placid hour ! 
 Hov/ soft and tranquil is its power, 
 
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 Ere the sun's last faint tints have faded, 
 While yet the tender radiance lingers, 
 In heaven's softest colours shaded, 
 By gentle twilight's fairy fingers — 
 The sv^ain from healthful labour turm 
 His lingering steps, as, dimly burns, 
 Upon yon western summit's height, 
 Sol's latest beams of golden light, 
 To the dear ciot where labors cease, 
 And kind endearmenfs whisper peace. 
 Around their smihng father's knee, 
 In unassum'd and heartfelt glee, 
 The troop of little urchins press, 
 And clamour for his fond caresss. 
 Nor sliglited is the dame's embrace, 
 Proud of her simple, virtuous race.— -^ 
 
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 XV 
 
 Soft smilingj in the burnish'd west, 
 Where Phoebus' orb has sunk to rest, 
 Shines heavenly Venus's goddess h'ght, 
 ( Propitious beam to lovers sight : ) 
 Thick starry throngs pervade the skies, 
 And, on the gentle water lies 
 The semblance oF the lovely heaven, 
 Drest in the hues of comeing even' ; 
 And, as the Zephyr stirs the breast 
 On which the starry myriads rest. 
 The mighty band, in tumult tost, 
 Now glimmer, now they fade away ; 
 In seeming, wild confusion lost, 
 Like glitt'ring spears in mortal fray. 
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 Then, as the semblance struck xny eye. 
 Came the long tale across my mind, 
 Of conq'ring hosts, and victory, 
 That proud ambition's votries blind 
 To evils reason can descry. 
 
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 Or upland, from the ocean's surge, 
 I turn'd my eye, the landscape's verge 
 (As twilight's lovely hour come o», 
 And faint along tjie horizon, 
 Bland nature's soft, and tender dye, 
 Seemed mingling with the hues of sky,) 
 V/as drest in softest livery. 
 When all around was sweet and still, 
 Its distant note the Whip-poor-will 
 
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 Sigh'd on the zephyr's airy sail, 
 That softly swept along the vale, 
 And o'er the stream, in magic swell, 
 The ^cho fondly loved to dwell ; 
 As if, beneath its chrystal wave, 
 It sought a calm and tranquil grave ; 
 'Till wak'd, the softly solemn strain 
 Renew'd its music w^d again. 
 And echo, still, the note repeated. 
 And vale, and hill, its numbers greeted* 
 
 XVII 
 
 Far off, upon the village green, 
 
 The children at their sports are seen ; 
 
 Beneath fair Cynthia's argent ray, 
 
 In mazy s(juadrons mix'd, they play. 
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 Now, to the ranks of mimic war 
 They rush, beneath the martial star> 
 Its red rays beaming from afar ; 
 And brandish high the edgeless brand, 
 And poise the musket ^t command^ 
 While every bosom, frought with ire, 
 Feels all a hero's glowing fire : — 
 Or o'er the plain, in panting chace. 
 The football -sports provoke the race ; 
 And hark! ti«e v.jld and clam'rous shout. 
 That hails the victors of the rout, 
 The boyish note, of rapt'rous glee, 
 The joy of bloodless victory. — 
 
 XVIII 
 
 How happy ! but they all must know 
 The poignant sting of human woe. 
 
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 Short is the morning of delight, 
 And all its tints are sweetly bright ; 
 No cloud tempestuous mars its peace^ 
 Till sad conviction bids it cease, 
 And reason's voice, in thundVing sound, 
 Bids view each real object round ; 
 The sorrows all are doom'd to brave — 
 Save those, who, where the cypress wave, 
 Have hap'ly found an early grave ; 
 
 Oh, they in sweet unconsciousness. 
 Nought know of sorrow, woe, or care ! 
 
 The sod, in infant thoughtlessness, 
 Cradles their forms in silence there ; 
 
 And, in the fitful gusts of air, 
 
 The drooping willow, 
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 Their turf with bending foilage sweeps ; 
 Each branch, in dewy fragrance, weeps 
 O'er the cold grave, where childhood sleeps 
 
 On balmy pillow. 
 Blest lot, to reach the happy goal 
 When unpolluted was the soul ; 
 Ere vice had dini'd the heavenly ray, 
 Or mix'd that spark wdth baser clay : 
 The goal of our short human course 
 No skill can pass ; no giant force 
 Can change its being or its date ; 
 All tread the downward path of fate I 
 O who would o'er their cold graves sigh ! 
 Or shed one parting tear of sorrow. 
 They died in happy infancy, 
 They live in day that knows no morrow. 
 
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 Mark ! the bright moon, tliro*^ azure sky. 
 Sails slow, in conscious majesty ! 
 No cloud o'er all the heav'n is seen, 
 But, like the spirit of a dream, 
 When nought of earth dai'e intervene, 
 She darts around her softest beam ! 
 ft glitters on the rippling stream ; 
 It dwells along the hillock's side ; 
 It sleeps upon the ocean's tide; 
 It sparkles o'er the forest wide ; 
 And every shrub, and every flower, 
 Owns its soft sway, and magic power : 
 The dew drops, on the velvet green, 
 Glitter beneath the radiance sheen ; 
 
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 Afound^ in wild profusion spreacl, 
 The violet droops its modest head, 
 The daisy rears its pensile stem, 
 Dressing the turf with many a gem ; 
 A chequer'd carpet, spangled meet 
 For sprightly dance of fairy feet. 
 Titania, as in ancient days 
 She liv'd in Shakespeare's magic lays,- 
 Might o'er the turf unearthly glance, 
 And lead the circles of the dance ; 
 With Oberon in concert move, 
 The peerless Queen of airy love. 
 
 XX 
 
 Upon the rude rock's barren height 
 /Shoots the pale ray of lunar light ; 
 
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 And, streaming round its gloomy base, 
 Bright beams the murky darkness chase.- 
 There, the intentive eye may trace 
 The sparkling granite's shining grain ; 
 The dusky flint's conspicuous vein ; 
 And many a fragment, rudely rent 
 When thunder shook the firmament. 
 Let the proud sons of wealth and power 
 In riot spend the midnight hour ; 
 In wine dissolve their cares away, 
 And fain be vicious, to be gay. 
 Let wealth unfold her glittering store, 
 An hour of peace, I value more 
 Than mines of India's golden ore ; — 
 Let all her pleasures sense displa)^, 
 That hour more rapture yields than theyn 
 
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 In such an hour, the soul is free 
 iFrom shackles of mortality ; 
 In such an hour, in scenes like this, 
 Reflection opes her store of bliss, 
 And fancy's bright, unclouded trance 
 Bids, before the enraptured eyes, 
 Light unearthly spirits dance, 
 And many a fabled form arise 
 In recording memory's glance, 
 
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 O'er all the landscape's varied scene 
 My footsteps wander'd ; up the green, ; 
 'thro' tangled forest spreading wide ; 
 Along the mountain s echoing side ; 
 Through vales where streams pellucid glide ; 
 
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 0*er lawns the forest groves between. 
 Whence, dim, the mountain's head is seen, 
 Embosomed in a misty veil, 
 In giant strength it views the dale ; 
 0*er the soft landscape's tranquil forni 
 Frowns, midst the terrors of the storm, 
 Scorns the low beauties of the vale, 
 And bares its forehead to the gale. 
 Such he, whose high, ambitious mind 
 Sighs for an empire unconfined ; 
 The path of blood, and danger braves, 
 To tyrannise a land of slaves ; 
 Who stems, with iron nerve, the tide, 
 To raise his empire's tow'ring pride ; 
 Who scorns the humble vale of peace, 
 Retirement, and domestic ease ; 
 
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 No joy within his bosom glow3, 
 To virtue cold as Alpine snows ; 
 No blessing falls upon his head, 
 For him no fervawt prayer is said ; 
 Unknown to him the soul serene, 
 The smiling eye, the cheerful mein ; 
 Peace flies his bosom, fell despair 
 Fixes her fiend-like impress there ;•— 
 None weep his fall, none dress his bier, 
 Or heave for him one sigh sincere ; 
 Nor love, nor friendship's soothing power- 
 Attend his dissolution's hour, 
 
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 The Macedonian's restless mood 
 Deluged the world in kindred blood. 
 
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 Not half the globe in fetters cham'd, 
 Could sate him, while the rest remained. 
 Unmeasured, as earth's farthest bound. 
 Ambition, still new conquest found ; 
 But still, though lord of every soil, 
 Enrich'd by every kingdom's spoil, 
 Unknown to him the pure delight, 
 Of deeds approved in virtue's sight ; 
 Blood raark'd the progress of his fame, 
 And terror waits upon his name. 
 
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 The Roman, whose resistless hand 
 
 Spread war to Britain's distant land ; 
 
 Bade Rome's brave eagles, proudly sweep 
 
 O'er every strand, o'er every deep, 
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 And after thousand perils brav'd, 
 His country's liberties enslaved : — 
 Count not the nations he subdued ; 
 Count not the toils his trength withstood ; 
 Count not his honest martial fame, 
 To fix a stamp to Caesar's name ! 
 Mark but the moral of his end, 
 Beneath the poinard of his friend, 
 
 XXV 
 
 But tranquil scenes, from vice apart^ 
 Infuse their influence in the heart ; 
 Instruct the mind, delight the eye, 
 And soften disappointment's sigh ; 
 Well did I know, no future bliss, 
 Midst busy crouds, could equal this. 
 
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 Well did my bosom's rapture tell 
 No future hours would please so well ; 
 Yet oft, a vagrant wish would rise, 
 To breath the air of foreign skies ; 
 Still would I heave a half formed sigh, 
 On other scenes to feast my eye, 
 Extend o'er earth my raptured view, 
 And search creation's beauties through ; 
 Oh had that wish but been suppressed ! 
 That sigh ne'er heav'd my infant breast, 
 Still had I in retirement dwelt, 
 And quiet's tranquil influence felt. 
 
 XXVI 
 
 I gaz'd upon the pale moon's face ; 
 
 I sought the .meteor's path to trace ; 
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 I counted erery orb of light, 
 
 That gem'd the azure vault of night ; 
 
 I gaz^d o'er all the starry train 
 
 'Till softly, sleep canrie o'er my brain^ 
 
 My senses sunk in soft repose, 
 
 Bright visions to my sight arose, 
 
 XXVII 
 
 The moon has fled upon the hill, 
 No more it gilds the murm'ring rill ; 
 The stars are faint, and dimly seen, 
 Uhlighted by their lovely queen ; 
 The magic of the night is past, 
 And morning's rays are coming fast ; 
 I:^ the grey skirtings of the east, 
 Across the ocean's v/aveless breast, 
 
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 Faint streaks of doubtful light appear, 
 
 Betokening Phcebus's chariot near, 
 
 The mountains in the spreading h'ght, 
 
 Gleam from their dark and cloudy height ; 
 
 Stretch shadowy, o'er the landscape wide, 
 
 And tremble on the ebbing tide. 
 
 From the low dewy vale's retreat. 
 
 Light clouds of mist the morning greet ; 
 
 Now, stronger from the orient streaming, 
 
 O'er nature's breast the sun is beaming ; 
 
 The ghttering woods enliven'd smile, 
 
 The fields resound the voice of toil. 
 
 Light songsters flutter in the groves, 
 
 And pleasure o'er the woodland roves : 
 
 Hark ! o'er the valley, soft and clear 
 
 The rustic song swells on the ear ; 
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 The song by health and joy inspired, 
 In hearts with nature's beauties fired. 
 
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 Is there, among the giddy throng 
 Who heedless sweep time's course along, — . 
 One, who such scenes unmoved has view'd, 
 Nor felt his childhood's joys renew'd, 
 Whose eye has on such beauties dwelt, 
 And his cold bosom never felt 
 Its thoughts with solemn power refined, 
 And rapture steal upon his mind ? 
 No-pure emotions fill his soul ; 
 No bright reflections o'er it roll ; 
 'Tis form'd in dark, and savage mould. 
 No genial virtues there unfold. 
 
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 But sombre, as the glooms of night, 
 The forms that please its callous sight ; 
 Cold to each virtue's hallowed feeling, 
 
 The heart that nature cannot warm, 
 That owns not, round each fibre stealing, 
 
 In lonely wilds, her secret charm, 
 
 Chaseing every cloud of sadness ! 
 
 Yielding calm and placid gladness, 
 
 'Tis nature prompts each noble aim. 
 
 Each softer grace is nature's claim. 
 
 Each trait, from varied nature caught, 
 
 Fix'd in the mind, with her is fraught : 
 
 The hardy Swiss, from mountain rock. 
 
 As hardy stems the battle shock ; 
 
 Italians soft and verdant plains 
 
 Repeat the lute's melodious strains ; 
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 Each nation, wheresoe'er you range, 
 Change as the scenes of nature change. 
 
 XXIX 
 
 And thou, my country, lov'd so dear, 
 Land of free hearts, and faith sincere, 
 Fair freedom's blest, congenial home, 
 Thou landmark in an age of gloom ; 
 Claim'st, from the gales that round thee sweep, 
 Thy forests wild, thy summits steep, 
 Thy rushing torents rudely swelling, 
 The rocks, thy mighty eagle's dwelling ; — 
 A hardy, independant band, 
 The bulwark of thy favored land. 
 
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 XXX 
 
 When the bright arms of Albion bor© 
 
 Rude war, to thy affrighted shore ; 
 
 When Britain's cross, in warlike form, 
 
 Lowered oe'r thee like a thunder storm ; 
 
 Then, from their wild, uncouth domain 
 
 The hardy patriots sallied forth, 
 
 Displayed, on bloody battle plain, 
 
 Their generous ardor, loyal worth ; 
 
 There nature in her bosom wild, 
 
 Had nurs'd her patriotic child. 
 
 Who gave my native soil a name, 
 
 Undying as creations frame. 
 
 His was the valor that imparts 
 
 Its influence to his followers hearts ; 
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 His was the skill his foes to foil 
 
 In every art, escape each toil, ^ 
 
 Insure success by wise delay, 
 
 Or sudden snatch the pfize away. 
 
 XXXI 
 
 In childhood, to my listening ear, 
 O ! Washington ! thy name was dear ; 
 Embalm'd in every freeman's breast. 
 The memory of thy deeds shall rest ; 
 The first on glory's radiant line. 
 In after days, thy name shall shine. 
 The freeman's beacon blaze of war, 
 Columbia's proudly beaming star. 
 First in the senate's grave debate ; 
 First at the troubled helm of state ; 
 
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 Thy name shall fill the future page, 
 The greatest of the present age. 
 
 XXXII 
 
 Such were the charms that pleas'd my eye> 
 
 When infant years flew swiftly by. 
 
 Past are those scenes, those days are fled, 
 
 Those joys are sleeping with the dead ; 
 
 The w^orld has oped her gaudy store 
 
 Of pleasures, unconceived before ; 
 
 Far from my childhood's happy home, 
 
 My wandVing footsteps widely roam. 
 
 Ah ; to whatever clime I stray, 
 
 Fond memory still shall point the way, 
 
 To the lone, undisturb'd retreat, 
 
 Where sped life's morning, bright and fieet^— 
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 Where childhood's hours were gaily spent 
 
 With virtue, peace, and sweet content. 
 
 The beauties of a lovelier sky 
 
 Sp^ak less of heaven to my eye, 
 
 The verdure of a distant plain, 
 
 The billows of a foreign main, 
 
 Raise not the rapture of delight, 
 
 Like scenes that charm our infant sight, 
 
 XXXIII 
 Oh home ! thou dearest, loveliest spot, 
 However bleak, however wild ! — 
 Thy memVy time can never blot, 
 Whatever thro' life may be my lot, 
 Still, thou shalt charm thy wandVing cliiid ; 
 Tho' many a lingering year has past, 
 Since thy fond circle shed the tear, 
 
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 (To one bright eye it was the last) 
 And many heav'd a sigh sincere, 
 That sorrow, genuine sorrow started, 
 When from thy blest retreats I parted ;-^ 
 Still, tho' the wreaths that fancy braided 
 In thy lov'd bosom, long have faded, 
 Those friends who lov'd my infancy. 
 Claim still my bosom's warmest sigh, 
 They love me still, no fate can sever 
 That faithful bond that bides for ever ; 
 A mother's fond unfeigning love, 
 Fails only, with the throb of life, 
 It cannot false, or faithless prove, 
 By wo unmov'd, unaw'd by strife. 
 Oh dearer far than wealth, or fame. 
 Is a lov'd mother's honor'd name, — 
 
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 It leads us In our early way. 
 Ere reason lends its guardian ray ; 
 It points to virtue's bright reward, 
 It bids us shun deceitful vice. 
 Persuasion drops from every word, 
 And l©ve attunes that heavenly voice, 
 
 XXXIV 
 But he, whose pure affection blest 
 
 With friendship's flame my days of rest^ 
 
 My brother — generous, brave, and gay,* 
 
 Where sleep his limbs in dull decay ? 
 
 Enshrin'd not were his relics cold, 
 
 O'er his deep grave no prayer was told ; 
 
 No sigh breath'd softly o'er his bier. 
 
 And none, save strangers, shed a tear ; 
 
 * One cf the company of the ship Resource; lost 
 in the Ciiina seaS; Nov.' ^Otli, iSls. 
 
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 A last sad tear, at life's dark close, 
 The end of all our joys and woes. 
 There famine's meagre power was nigh, 
 Sunk was the cheek, the hollow eye, 
 Rob'd of its lustre, dimly view'd 
 One mighty sweep of billows rude ; 
 No happy isle strikes on its fading beam, 
 Faintly its orb emits a dying gleam ; 
 He turns, instinctive, his receding sight, 
 Towards that dear land where first he saw the light. 
 Then did remembrance, to his anguish' d heart, 
 Each youthful scene, with all its joys impart ; 
 Barb'd every pang that rent his laboring breast, 
 And death's pale form in tenfold horrors drest : 
 • Then, came that tender, momentary thought, 
 vVith wildest, deepest, mortal anguish fraught, 
 
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 It dwelt on those, who, in the morn of h'fe 
 Had blest his boyhood, free from noise and strife: 
 Then, as his last, his lonely prayers arise, 
 On the wild blast, he struggles, gasps, and dies ! — 
 Midst coral caves, in ocean's bosom deep, 
 Brother belov*d ! O tranquil be thy sleep ! 
 Round the gay clusters of the green Ladrones, 
 The sea-gale sighs, the rushing billow moans, 
 There murm'rings soft, shall lull thy form to rest ; 
 Thy soul shall dwell in regions of the blest. 
 
 XXXV 
 How oft, did hope thy blest return pourtray, 
 And bid me dwell upon that joyous day, 
 When once again, from every danger free, 
 Thy bounding vessel from the stormy sea, 
 
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 Should to my arms, thy much lov'd form restore, 
 To taste each blessing of thy native shore ; 
 To charm thy bosom after years of pain, 
 And ceaseless labor for unstable gain ; 
 Oft, in fond fancy, would I seem to hear 
 Thy tale of sorrow murm'ring in my ear ; 
 How the wild tempest toss'd thy ship on high, 
 And fate seem'd brooding in the whirlwind's sigh ; 
 How swift she flew before the lightning breeze, 
 And swept resistless o'er the foaming seas ; 
 Or where in polar region's wintry reign, 
 Where endless frost o'er nature binds its chain ^ 
 The stiffened canvass whistled in the blast, 
 And the vex'd cordage lash'd the lonely mast ; 
 How in the fairest, most enchanting scenes. 
 Where blooming China spreads her living greens, 
 
Her citron forests, and her Orange bowers. 
 Her vines of plenty, rich in fruit, and flowers; 
 Still, still, thy home was dearest, lovehest still. 
 And fond remembrance oft thy eyes would fill : 
 But fled the hope ; no more thy comely form, 
 With rapt'rous gladness, shall my bosom warm; 
 Never, again, shall I those features trace. 
 That join'd to harmonize thy manly face ; — 
 Entomb'd, unhoi^or'd, tho' thy bones may lie. 
 Thy fate shall claim the deeply -breathing sigh ; 
 Far distant* sunk in ocean's caverns drear. 
 For thee, snail stream the sympathizmg tear. 
 
 XXXVI 
 
 O virtue ! ever be my guide, 
 Whatever storms my life betide ! 
 
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 Slay I, wherever my wand'rings lead, 
 
 Still scorn dishonor's thriftless deed, 
 
 Still glory in a spotless name, 
 
 My wishes few, mj passions tamej 
 
 Still, may my native country be 
 
 Dearer than foreign climes, to me : 
 
 Still, may the mem'ry of my sires 
 
 My bosom fill with patriot fires ; 
 
 Awake Columbia's spirit there, 
 
 And prompt, her weal, and wo to share ; 
 
 O who ! that bears a human heart. 
 
 Would basely shun an active part, 
 
 In day of danger, and of dread, 
 
 When foes their native soil invade. 
 
 Would mark their country drench'd in blood. 
 
 Nor pant to join the sanguine flood. 
 
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 To die, or conquer in her cause, 
 And win fair virtue's warm applause ; 
 To plant, upon the tott'ring breach, 
 Her eagle banner stain'd with gore ; 
 To pour the life-stream on the beach, 
 Ere foot of foeman touch'd the shore, 
 Where freedom dwells forevermore. 
 
 XXXVII 
 
 So will her sons, supremely brave, 
 Rejoice in victVy or the grave ; 
 Howe'er around the world they rove. 
 
 Still, they their native soil will love ; " 
 
 The spark, from thee, great Washington ! 
 
 First breath'd, shall warm each patriot son, 
 
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 Raise in their breasts the lasting fire, 
 That ev'n in death, shall ne'er expire ; 
 But, from their cold remains arise, 
 The flame of future victories. 
 
 XXXVIII 
 
 The lay that memory, lenient goddess, lent, 
 Is ended, and my form, that fondly bent 
 O'er the wild tones that swell my untaught lyre, 
 Has ceased, extinct the momentary fire ; 
 Mute is the voice, that erewhile tuned the lays. 
 That sung, dear distant home, thy honest praise- 
 Oh when again, shall I thy scenes review, 
 And each fond tie of tenderness renew ; 
 Roam once again, along thy lovely stream ; 
 Court, on thy hills, the moon's first glittering beam ; 
 
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 Dwell on the beauties of thy landscape wide ; 
 And hear the torrent, on thy mountain side : 
 Tired of the busy, of the bustling scene, 
 My wishes dwell along thy circled green ; 
 Bound o'er the intervening vast of space, 
 And all the beauties of thy landscape trace ; — 
 Tho far removed, my native grove, from thee, 
 My faithful heart midst thy wild scenes will be, 
 When fancy lends her wings of loveliest hue. 
 And past delights come rushing to the view ; — 
 Mark the sequester'd beauties of thy vales, 
 And breathe again thy healthful mountain gales ; 
 Remembrance, sweetly, every charm shall bring, 
 That v/oke delight, in youth's gay radiant spring ; 
 The dearest blessing of my life shall be, 
 The lasting mem'ry, and the love of tkee* 
 
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 A MOTHER'S LOVE, 
 
 I 
 
 THERE is a feeling, warm and true 
 
 As that of seraphims above, 
 It sheds its balm like Hermon's dew ; 
 
 It is a tender mother's love. 
 
 II 
 
 Bl^glit is the pure incipient fia:ne, 
 
 That warms the breast of ardent youth, 
 
 And dear the passion nought can tame, 
 Inspired by beauty, virtue, truth. 
 
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 III 
 
 Sweet is the sound of friendship's voice, 
 That bids each pulse to rapture move ; 
 
 That bids each barren scene rejoice, 
 But sweeter far a mother's love. 
 
 IV 
 
 Fond is the feeling, that inspires 
 With filial love, the tender child, 
 
 With gratitude his bosom fires 
 
 To her, who on his boyhood smiFd. 
 
 V 
 But placid, pure, and undefiled ; 
 
 (By nature is the fabric wove) 
 By nature giv'n the savage wild, 
 
 Or christian ; is a mother's love. 
 
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 VI 
 
 Mark I where of rosy health bereft, 
 Emaciate, wan, and deadly pale, 
 
 { The blood its dying cheek has left, ) 
 The infant lifts its feeble wail. 
 
 VII 
 
 And see ! the mother by its side, 
 Sunk in dejected, tearless woe, 
 
 As thro* its veins, the ebbing tide, 
 She views decline, with gradual flow, 
 
 VIII 
 
 No sorrowing accent strikes the ear^ 
 
 To tell the workings of her grief; 
 
 No sob is heard, no falling tear 
 
 Her burning anguish yield relief. 
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 IX 
 
 •^Xis silent, as the breathless air, 
 In midnight's deepest, darkest shade ; 
 
 The hopeless shadow of despair, 
 That asks not consolation's aicl* 
 
 X 
 
 The infant dies ! — remember'd still, 
 More precious to the soul it seems, 
 
 For glowing mem'ry paints at will 
 A thousand charms in fancy's dreams, 
 
 XI 
 
 That form, thro' many a lapse of years. 
 Comes on imagination's wing, 
 
 And oft, its mother's soul it chears, 
 And seems an angel's smile to bring. 
 
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 XII 
 
 See yonder mother ! on her breast 
 
 In innocence her infant lays, 
 In smiles that mark the soul at' rest ; 
 
 How on his sleep she loves to gaze ; 
 
 XIII 
 Her soul is' in her placid eye, 
 
 And rapture lights its beaming glance ; 
 How softly heaves her bosom's sigh, 
 
 In pure affection's loveliest trance. 
 
 XIV 
 
 That glance, the rapture of the mind, 
 
 Those sighs, her tranquil breast that move, 
 
 Are pledges dear, that ever bind 
 
 A mother's pure, unaltered love» 
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 ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY, 
 
 I 
 
 There is a flower, whose modest mein 
 Seems every gazer's eye to shun ; 
 ^ It flourishes, and fades unseen, 
 
 Through tepid showers, or radiant sun« 
 
 II 
 
 Where warm affection sheds its tears, 
 0*er some lost friend's remember'd tomb, 
 
 Spite of the blast, its head it rears, 
 And seems to court the kindred gloom. 
 
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 III 
 
 No gay parterre its blossoms share, 
 It dwells not in the busy croud, 
 
 But seeks the wild heath, bleak, and bare^ 
 Or dwells in lonely solitude. 
 
 IV 
 
 It decks the humble, lowly dell. 
 Removed afar, from vice, and strife, 
 
 Where resignation loves to dwell. 
 When ills betide this varying life. 
 
 V 
 Its blossoms bath*d in pearly dew. 
 
 Its drooping crest and tearful eye. 
 Its lovely tints of azure hue, 
 
 Are emblems dear of sympathy. 
 
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 VI 
 
 The wild bee, sips its honied stove, 
 Disporting on, from flower, to flower ; 
 
 The humming birds its sweets explore^ 
 Shut from the precincts of the bower. 
 
 VII 
 
 And such, fair maid, thy modest mein, 
 It shuns the gazer's vulgar eye, 
 
 Nor seek'st thou, eager to be seen, 
 
 The croud, where pleasure's vot'rieshie. 
 
 VIII 
 
 But social virtues deck thy name, 
 
 A sympathetic heart is thine, 
 A soul that knows, nor guilt, nor shame, 
 
 Fraught with fair virtue^s power divine. 
 
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 IX 
 
 Each grace that nature can impart, 
 Each generous feeling, too is thine, 
 
 Sincerity, that foe to art, 
 
 Richer than diamond of the mine, 
 
 X 
 
 May thy resemblance e'er remain, 
 To that soft, sympathetic flower ; 
 
 Thy hues of grace, without a stain, 
 Await you to your latest hour. 
 
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 STANZAS, 
 
 Mark you, the stream of the cataract pouring, 
 
 Its wild wave o'er the rock ! 
 Hear its rude sound, upon loud echo roaring ; 
 
 Earth shakes beneath its shock . 
 Bright in the vale is its silver stream gliding ; 
 
 Softly it murmurs along, 
 Sweet peace on its margent presiding, 
 
 Steals the soul with her song. 
 
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 Mark you the wave of the rough ocean foaming ! 
 
 While the sky is in gloom ; 
 Deaths o'er the breast of the mighty deep roam- 
 
 Gives the poor mariner's doom. 
 Riding relentless the pinions of aethet ! 
 
 He aims the lightnings dart ; 
 Swells the faint cry of the desolate sailor, 
 
 Sees his spirit departo 
 
 Calm is the breast of the tempest- toss'd ocean ; 
 
 Hush'd is the thunder's sound ; 
 Still is the fierce elemental commotion ; 
 
 Soft sigh the zephyrs round ; 
 O'er the glad scene, in its radiance appearing, 
 
 The rainbow's hues are seen ; 
 
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 The sun from the clouds misty canopy peering, 
 Gilds the tranquil scene. 
 
 So o'er the ocean of life as we're sailing, 
 
 Wild waves our peace annoy ; 
 Seeming, each blast of the tempest prevailing, 
 
 Hope in our breast to destroy: 
 The calm of tranquility, softly returning, 
 
 Quells the storms of the breast ; 
 The rainbow of hope, in our bosom still burning, 
 
 Points to eternal rest. 
 
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 *^ THE MOON'S PALE RAY." 
 
 The moon's pale ray is smiling o'er us, 
 And night is j >yous in her beam ; 
 So spread around, is fancy *s dream, 
 
 Tho* life's tempestuous sea, before us. 
 
 No breeze is up, with soft commotion 
 To stir the v/i!d lake's breast ; 
 Our halcyon spirits rest, 
 
 Tho' launch'd on life's rough heaving ocean. 
 
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 Calmly, our healthful spirits slumber 
 
 On youth's unrujEed wave ; 
 
 Tho' soon upon our grave 
 Affection's wail may sound in sadest number. 
 
 When neatb the sod our mouldering bones are 
 sleeping, 
 O ! may sorrow mark the spot, 
 And love forget it not. 
 But still around our graves, be hallow'd vigils 
 
 keeping. 
 Arround our current gay, blooms each fav'ring 
 gift of heaven, 
 And love enchanting smiles^ 
 
8^ 
 
 But beware of cupid's wiles,— 
 He shades with hues of death hfe's fast approach- 
 ing even. 
 
 O, may our frail bark, through smoothest seas be 
 steering ; 
 
 As yon moon's pale placid beam, 
 
 Be our love a happy dream, 
 And each day our kindred spirits endearing. 
 
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 ADDRESSED TO A FRIEND. 
 
 Dark night has enfolded her mantle around me> 
 
 And the brightness of day to oblivion consigned 
 
 No more the wild influence of passions confound 
 
 me, 
 
 They have fled, and tranquility reigns o'er my 
 
 mind. 
 
 All nature reposed, at this moment is sleeping, 
 
 And man has forgotten the turmoils of care, 
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Mi 
 Ev'n mem'ry, entranced, o'er past happiness weep! 
 
 In the ^^ semblance of death" imaged raptured 
 may share. 
 
 Calm solitude*s power o'er my bosom is stealing J 
 In whispers of peace, its monition addres't, 
 
 Arouses each pure spark of genuine feeling, 
 Allays every passion that ruffled my breast: 
 
 To the bright climes of fancy, where flowers ever 
 blossom, 
 
 On the wild wing of thought, I would hurry 
 my flight, 
 
 Shake off every sorrow that weighs on my bosom, 
 And roam with pure spirits in regions of light. 
 
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 Indulging each sweet intelectual pleasure^ 
 
 That fancy's bright dream, upon man can be^ 
 stow, 
 
 Could I taste of the joy, in its rapturous measure^ 
 Without you to share it ? believe me ah no ! 
 
 Tho' fancy may yield her precarious blessings 
 Tho* wit may eoliven, and talent may glow, 
 
 ^Tis FRIENDSHIP alone, all our sorrows redres 
 sing, 
 Yields the purest delight that man's bosom cai^ 
 
 know. 
 
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 THE ALTER'D LAY. 
 
 I 
 
 I GAVE the strain to wild despair^ 
 
 When pleasure's sweetest scenes had faded,. 
 When youth's gay dreams, so bright and fair, 
 Misfortune's murky cloud had shaded,, 
 
 II 
 But still, tho' sorrow rul'd the song, 
 
 And grief, that gay delights would perish^ 
 Would Hope a softer note prolong, 
 
 And bid my breast her influence qherishv 
 
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 She bade me turn to each deh'ght 
 
 That blest with smiles life's radiant mornings 
 And still her hand, with visions bright 
 
 Was every future hour adorning^. 
 
 IV 
 
 I counted every transient joy. 
 
 That deck'd the gay and blissful seasoa 
 When I, *^ a visionary boy," 
 
 Disclaim'd the voice of sober reason, 
 
 V 
 
 And memory swell'd the alter'd lay 
 
 With sounds of sweet, and transient gladness, ;j: 
 
 Thc}^ told of pleasure's fairy sway, 
 
 In hours that mocii'd intrusive sadness—^ 
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 VI 
 
 And there was one, in hours gone past, 
 Whose smile was like the smile of heaveiij^ 
 
 "When beauty's brightest hues are cast 
 Along the dress of summer even.— 
 
 VII 
 
 It woke, within my youthful breast, 
 Emotions d^ar, that never slumber, 
 
 They come when all is sunk to reet, 
 
 They breathe upon the sadden d nu^mbe?. 
 
 VIII 
 
 The strain still lov*d to linger o'er 
 The mem'ry of our happy meeting, 
 
 In childhood*s wild, uncultured bower, 
 When heart met hearty in tender greetiisg. 
 
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 IX 
 
 Her form, her face, Ah what were they ? 
 
 Tho* loveliest beauties there w^ere dwelling ; 
 The ringlets unrestrain'd that stray'd ; 
 
 The ruby lip with nectar swelling ? 
 
 X 
 
 Tho' these were fair, her lovelier mind 
 Each outward beauty far exceeded, 
 
 " y nature's quick'ning power refined^ 
 Soft Pity's gentle voice it heeded. 
 
 XI 
 
 And love, had been the tender name 
 That sweird our hearts in holiest union, 
 
 1: Lit ah ! too young to own the flame, 
 We felt the bosom's soft communiona 
 
XII 
 
 Sudden, again — the tremb'ling lyre 
 
 Its sound, to sorrow's notes surrender'd ; 
 
 Lost was remember'd rapture's fire, 
 
 And woe seenGi^d in its strings engender'd. 
 
 XIII 
 
 Why changed the sound ? ah why ! no more 
 Did rapture wake th' inspiring measure ? 
 
 Why jar'd despair the accents o'er, 
 
 Dark'ning each scene of vanish'd pleasure ? 
 
 XIV 
 
 Wild shrieks the blast of heaven, round 
 The grave, where all her beauties wither ; 
 
 The Yew-tree moans in solemn saund, 
 When gently stirs the ambient asther* 
 
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 XIV 
 
 The cold sod wraps her lovely form, 
 That rapture to my soul imparted ; 
 
 She lived in beauty ! but the storm 
 In early morn, life's current thwarted* 
 
 XVI 
 
 Where once the laughing, mirthful eye. 
 
 With joy's bright beam was wont to glisten ; 
 
 (When time on pinions fleet went by, 
 And we to hope's fond tale would listen : 
 
 XVII . 
 Or when the tear-drop started there,--* 
 
 The sympathetic gem of feeling, — 
 And o'er that face so passing fair 
 
 Soft pity's sorrowing look was stealing.) 
 
XVIII 
 The icy worm his revel keeps, 
 
 And there, his form is dully shining, 
 Arround that lovely forehead creeps, 
 
 Ox o'er her faded cheek is twining. 
 
 XIX 
 
 The bosom, o«ce that heav'd with mine. 
 The throb of joy, or sigh of anguish^ 
 
 When fancied ill, or fond delight. 
 Bade hope arise, or sudden languish, 
 
 XX 
 Sleeps silent, in the earthy grave* 
 
 Iso woe her angel- dreams disturbing ; 
 Misfortune's storm there cannot rave ! 
 
 No passion's power the rest perturbing.- 
 
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 XXI 
 
 O be thy spirit ever near t 
 
 Attend ray rude course to its closing; 
 Melvina ! — still thy name is dear, 
 
 A thousand past delights disclosing.— 
 
 XXII 
 Thou wert to me, a kindred flower — . 
 
 In nature's garden, nurs*d together, — 
 We grev/, till in a stormy hour 
 
 Thy vernal charms were doom'd to wither, 
 
 XXIII 
 
 But gladness still, shall mark the strain, 
 And hope shall point to brighter pleasure? 
 
 When our torn hearts shall meet again, 
 In hallow'd transport's fullest measure. 
 
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 ERRATA. 
 
 It is with much regret, that the publisher 
 (notwithstanding his endeavours to prevent it) 
 has discovered a few instances of erroneous ty- 
 pography— those which v/ould impair the sense 
 are the following :— 
 
 *^ Hours of Childhood," page 19th, section VII, 
 
 line 2d, for Scardy read. Sear do 
 In '' The Moon's Pale Ray," page 80th, 1st 
 Terse, 4th line, for sea^^ read, sea's. 
 
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