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In such a scene of dread and woc,
Well might he make a solemn vow,
That if some Jerey-loving Pow's
Should guard him in that evil hour,
To him a stately fane should rise,
Arefuge from these wrathful skics,
A monume:t of gratitude
Amid this fiery solitude !
Perhaps the prayer was not in vain,
And hence this fabric decks the plain.
And if, as old traditiis say,
The spirit, paried from its clay,
Shall still with former feelings throng
Round scenes and objects loud ou long,
Ilow must it gratify his shade,
To hear the longe hourly paid,
To hear the fainting traveller cry,
With throbbing breast, and tear-ilimmd ere,
A thousand blessings on the hand
" That first these sacred turrets plann'd,
" And plac'd this hind asylum hure,
" The lone way-furing man to cheer !"
England ! my country! thu thou art
Lntuin d around my very heart,
Cinst thou the solemın truth deny,
A truth impressid on every eye,
That while one stranger houreles, lies
Bei.eath thine ever-sarving shies,
'Thou art in charity outdone
By Asia's rude, untilor d son!

Batticaloa, Oct. 1815.

ADDRESS OF WINTER, TO TIVOUR. L'ersiel from Sir Julin Jalı oln's History of Persia.

By Miss PORDEN. Kees bleu the sleety gule, the scene was drear, Onze sbext of white the hills and plains appear, Vrat blivchs of ice obstruct the rapid floods, and hills of snou cinceal the salle woods. lor bird, r or beast, nor living thing was seen, or flower, nor fruit, nur blaue of lerbage green; All Nature knew the appointed tin:e of rest, And sheltered, slept in curth's maternal breust.



Jan'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 waste.
High on his Tartar steed the conqueror po.le.
dud led his myriads o'er the frozen flood ;
When lo ! amid a realm of subject snows,
In aul'ul pride, gigantic Winter rose.
His hand, with arrows filled, was lifted high,
A ghastly gleam was in his frozen eye ;
Linesine vast mountnin his stupendous form,
liis voice the howling of the Alpine storm.
It lached the melody of living breath,
And chillid the spirit as the voice of Death.
“ Behold the mighty conqueror, who defies,
“Sot min alone, but these inclement skies.
Set though thy dreadful warriors onward ride,
“ Vir fawn the elements, to sooth thy pride,
" Round thy warm limbs my icy robe I cast,
" I give thee to the snow, the hail, the blast;
" Yon hill--the Spirit of the Storin is there,
And bills thee, tyrant, stomp thy rash career.
“No longer shalt thou wrap the world in flame;
" Art thou a spirit of vengeance? I the saine.
"Slaves to subilue, se use our power alike,
" When b:neful stars in dire conjunction strike.
" Llow terrille their force! but on! be bold!

Miike earth's best rerion desolate and cold,
“ 'l hen in the impotence of fury pire,

. To find at length thy blasts less keen than mine.
“If thou canst giory in umnumbered bands,
“That wdate, destroy, o'erwhelm the fairest lands,
“With heavenly aid my stores as widely sweep,
" Thy lance is keen, mv arrow strikes as deep!
“And on top hend, by Him that governs all,
"'Thon dor!list renem of my wrath sla!l full,
" list all t!ıy fires, thra-lf, thin: huset shall sure
“ From the cold sleep, the tempest's icy grave."

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When glancing o'er thy beauteous land,
In view thy Public Virtues stand,
The Guardian-angels of thy coast,
To watch the dear domestic Host,
The Heart's Atlections, pleased to roam
Around the quiet heaven of lione.

I love Thee, -when I mark thy soil Flourish beneath the Peasant's toil, And from its lap of verdure throw Treasures which neither Indies know.

I love Thee, when I hear around
Thy looms, and wheels, and ansils se und,
Thine Engines hearing all their force,
Thy waters labouring on their course,
Anil Arts, and Industry, and Wealth,
Exulting in the joys of liealth.

I love Thee,-n hen I trace thy tale
To the dim point where records faul;
Thy deeds of old renown inspire
My bosom with our fathers' fire ;
A proud inheritance I claim
In all their sufferings, all their fame :
Nor less delighted, when I stay
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,
Like sunshine over land and main.

I love Thee-when I read the lays
Of British Bards in elder days,
TII, 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,- hen I contemplate
The full-orb'd grandeur of thy stale;
Thy laws and liberties, that rine
Man's noblest works beneath the shes,
To which the Pyramids are tame,
And Grecian Temples bow their fane:
These, thine immortal Sages wrunglit
Out of the deepest mines of thought;
There, on the scatloid, 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 munlerers' guilt,
Cancell d 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 House of l'rayer,
And all in peace and freedom call
On Him, who is the Lord of all,

I love Thee,—when my Soul can feel
The Seraph-ardours of thy zeal:
Thy Charities, to none contined,
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, -hen I see thee stand,
The Hope of every other land;
A sea-mark in the side of Time,
Reuing to heaven thy bro, sublime :
I hence beams of Gospel-splendour shed
A sacred halo round thine head;
And Gentiles from afar behold
(..of as on Sini's rocks of old)
GOD), - from eternity conceal'd,--
In his own light, on THEE reveal d.

I love Thee, when I hear thy voice
Bid a despuring World rejoier,
And loud from shore to shore proclaim,
In every tongue. Ves-iah s name ;
That name, at which, froin 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 Slancerers as they will,
" With all thy fuulty I love thee still :"
For faults thou hast, of heinous size";
Repert, renounce thein, ere they rise
In julement :-olest thine Ocean-wall
With boundless ruin round thee fail,
And that which was thy mightiest stay
Swep all thy rocks like band away.

Yes, thu hast faults, of heinous sire,
From which I turn with weeping eyes;
On these let them that hate ibee duell :
Yet one I spare not, -one I teil;
Tell with a whisper in thiue ear ;
O may it wring thy heart with tear!
O that my weakesi word niglitici
I'ke heaven's own thunder thro' thy soul !

There is a lie in tly right hand;
A bribe, corrupting all the land;
There is within the gates a pes!, --
Gold and a Ballonia ves! ;
Not liid in slame-concealing sharie,
But bival against the Sun (slaydl.
The e,- tell it Tiot,-it musi ve iuld ;
These are by Lit-by Lutter! ---Eold:
And these, thy Chillien, (aught to sia,)
Tenture to worlds at once to win;
Vity thy deluled Sammen siske
THISTLF, -and lose thee, for their sake!
---Lise thee :--they shall nut;-}IE, whuee will
Is Vaura's 1:w, prestrier thee stiil :
And while the upliited ba!t inpends,
ONE WARNING JORE his very sencs.

( !'ritain! O my Country! brire Torth from the carnp tla urned tuling; (pasa it to reinoiseless tice, Watch tiltle latest spark espire, Then cus the ashes on the wird, lor lase one at: 13- streck behind.

Su may thy wealth and power incTease;
Sinay es propie dwell in perre;
On Tithe Almighty's glory rest,
.!ud aiitle word in Thce be blest.


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