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In such a scene of dread and woc,
Well might he make a solemn vow,
That if some Jercy-loving Pow'r
Should guard him in that evil hour,
Tu him a stately fane should rise,
A refuge from these writhful skics,
A nonument of gratitude
Amid this fiery sulitude!
Perhaps the prayer w as not in vain,
And hence this fabric decks the plain.
And it, as old traditiers say,
The spirit, paried from its clay,
Shall still with former feelings throng
Round scenes and objects loud so long,
llow must it gratify his shade,
To hear the homage hourly paid,
To hear the fainting traveller cry,
With throbbing breast, and tear-dimm'd ere,
" A thousand blessings on the hand
“ That first these sacred turrets plann'd,
“And plac'd this hind asylum hire,
“ The lone way-furing nian to cheer !"
England ! ny country! tho' thou art
Entwin'd around my very heart,
Canst thou the solenın truth deny,
A truth impress il on every eye,
That while one stranger houseles, lies
Beneath thine ever-varying shies,
Thou art in charity outdone
By Asia's rude, untutord son !
ADDRESS OF WINTER, TO TIMOUR.
Persiel from Sir Jolin Val olm's History of Persie.
Kees bleu the sleety gale, the scene was drear,
One sheet of white the bills and plains appear,
Vilt blocks of ice obatruct the rapid floods,
and hills of snow conceal the sulle wouia,
or bird, 1 or beast, nor living thing was seen,
lor Hower, nor fruit, nor blade of ler bage green;
All Nature knew the appointed time of rest,
And shelicred, slept in carth's maternal breast.
Man's heart alone no change of season knows,
And proud ambition stoops not to repose !
The tyrant's troops, regardless of the blast,
Blachen with countless hordes the silvery wuste.
High on his Tartar steed the conqueror ro.le.
And led his myriads o'er the frozen flood;
When lo! amid a realm of subject snows,
In aul'ul pride, gigintic Winter rose.
His hand, with arrows filled, was lifted high,
A ghastly gleam was in his frozen eye ;
Line sme vast mountnin his stupendous form,
liis voice the howling of the Alpine storm.
It lacked the melody of living breath,
And chilled the spirit as the voice of Death.
“ Behold the mighty conqueror, who defies,
“ Not mun alone, but these inclement skies.
" Yet though thy dreadful warriors onward ride,
Vor fawn the elements, to sooth thy pride,
" Round thy warm limbs ny icy robe I cast,
“I give thee to the snow, the hail, the blast;
“Yon hill-the Spirit of the Storm is there,
“ And bills thee, tyrant, stop thy rash career.
“No longer shalt thou wrap the world in Hame;
" Art thou a spirit of vengeance? I the saine.
“Slaves to subdue, we use our power alike,
“ \\hen bineful stars in dire conjunction strihe.
“ How terril.le their force! but on! be bold !
" Mike earth's best region desolate and cold,
" Then in the impotence of fury pire,
" To find at length thy blasts less keen than mine.
"If thou canst glory in urnumbered inands,
“ Tiat Waste, destroy, o'erwhelm the firest lands,
"With heavenly aid my storois as widely sweep,
“ Tly lance is heen, my arrow strikes as deep!
“And on t'iy head, by ilim that governs all,
" Tha de v!lit venem of my writh sima!l full,
* Vot all thy fires, thye-ll, thin: hoe shall save
“ From the cold sleep, the tempest's icy grave.“
F1.9" Tony's ca Il har's," a Pena by J. Jung mery.
I Lure Thre, ou nutise ISLE!
Dat as my in ther's earliest solo,
Suculas 71y father's soice to me
Is all I hear and all see;
I love Thee, --when I bear around
Thy looms, and wheels, and anvils scund,
Thine Engines hearing all their force,
Thy waters labouring on their course,
And Arts, and Industry, and Health,
Exulting in the joys of liealth.
I love Thee,when I trace thy tale
To the dim point where records fail;
Thy deeds of old renown inspire
My bosom with our fathers' fire ;
A pond inheritance I claim
In all their sufferings, all their fame :
Nor less delighted, when I stray
Down History's lengthening, widening way,
And hail thee in the present hour,
From the meridian arch of power,
Shedding the lustre of thy reign,
Lihe sunshine over land and main.
I love Thee-when I read the lay;
of British Birds in elder days,
Till, rapt on visionary wings,
High o'er thy cliffs my Spirit sings;
For I, amiilse thy living choir,
I too, can touch the sacred lyre.
I lose Thee, when I contemplate
The full-orbi grandeur of thy lale ;
Thy laws and hiberties, that rise
Man's notlest works beneath the skies,
To which the Pyramids are tame,
And Grecian Temples bow their fane:
These, thine immortal Sagres Wronigl.t
Out of the deepest mines of thoughe;
There, on the scaffold, in the field,
Thy Warriors won, thy Patriots seald;
These, at the parricidal pyre,
Thy Martyrs sanctified in fire;
And with the generous blood they spilt
Wash'd from thy soil their murlerers' guilt,
Cancelld the curse, which lengeance sped,
And left a blessing in its stead.
-Can words, can numbers, count the price
Paid for this little Paradise?
Never, ( never be it lost,
The land is worth the price it cost !
I love Thee, when thy Sabbath dawns
O'er woods and mountains, dales and lawns,
And streams, that sparkle while they run,
As if their fountain were the Sun :
When, hand in hand, thy triles repair,
Each to their chosen llouse of l'rayer,
And all in peace and freedom call
On llim, who is the Lord of all,
I love Thee,- when my Soul can feel
The Seraph-ardeurs of thy zeal :
Thy Chanties, to none confined,
Bless, like the sun, the rain, the wind;
Thy schools the human brute shall raise,
Gu de erring Youth in Wisdoin's ways,
And leave, when we are turn'd to dust,
A generation of the Just.
I love Thee, — 1 hen I see thee stand,
The Hope of every other land;
A sea-mark in the side of Time,
Rearing to heaven thy bros sublime ;
When e beams of Gospel-splendour shed
A sacred halo round thine head;
And Gentiles from afar behold
(.Not as on Sini's rocks of old)
GOD,-from eternity conceald,
In his own light, on Tits reveal'd.
I love Thee, when I hear thy voice
Bid a despairing World rejoice,
And loud from shore to shore proclaim,
In every tongue, Mes-ish s name ;
That nime, at which, fio:n sea to sea,
All nations yet shall bow the knee.
I love Thee,-next to Heaven above, Land of n.y Fa:hers ! thee I love:
And rail thy Slanie:ers as they will,
“With all thy fuults I love thee still :"
For faults thou hast, of heinous size" ;
Repent, renounce thein, ere they rise
In juegment :-olest thine Ocean-wall
With boundless ruin round thee fail,
And that which was thy mightiest stay
Sweep all thy rocks like sand away.
Yes, th: u hast faults, of heinous site,
From which I turn with weeping eyes;
On these let them that hate ibee duell :
Yet one I spare not, -one I teil;
Td with a whisper in thine ear;
() may it wring thy heart with tear!
O that my weakest word iniglitr<ll
Ike heaven's own thunder thro' thy soul!
There is a lie in tl.y right hand;
A bribe, corrupting all the land ;
There is within the gates a pesi, --
Gold and a Babylonish vcs! ;
Not hid in shane-concealing shacle,
But bivad hiinst the Sun isplayil.
There,-tell it tot,--it must be told;
These are by Lat-by Lotteri-old :
And these, thy children, (taught to sin,)
Venture the worlds at once to win;
Varily delu:led Statsmen stake
TISSELF, --and lose thee, for their sake!
-Lise thee-they shall no:;- HIE, whewe will
Is Nature's l!w, preserves thee still ;
And whil the upliited but inpends,
ONE WARNING MORE his mercy sends.
O Pritain! (my County! brire
I orth from thy camp tli' af curred tung;
(non it to remorseless tizen,
Hatch tiltle latest spark expire,
Then (ust the ashes on the wi.,
lor letre ore at a-wreck behind.
Su may thy werlili and power increase ;
So in the people dwell in p.cice ;
On Tithe Almighty's glory rest,
.!nd ali tle word in 'Thce be blest.