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The fairy sports of infancy,

Youth's golden age, and manhood's prime,
Home, country, kindred, friends,—with thee,
I find in this far clime.

Thrice welcome, little English flower!
I'll rear thee with a trembling hand:
O, for the April sun and shower,
The sweet May dews of that fair land,
Where daisies, thick as starlight, stand
In every walk!-that here may shoot
Thy scions, and thy buds expand,
A hundred from one root.

Thrice welcome, little English flower!
To me the pledge of hope unseen;
When sorrow would my soul o'erpower
For joys that were, or might have been,
I'll call to mind how, fresh and green,
I saw thee waking from the dust;
Then turn to heaven with brow serene,
And place in God my trust.

THE STRANGER AND HIS FRIEND.

"Ye have done it unto me."-Matt. xxv. 40.

A POOR wayfaring man of grief
Hath often cross'd me on my way,
Who sued so humbly for relief,
That I could never answer, "Nay;"
I had not power to ask his name,
Whither he went, or whence he came,
Yet was there something in his eye,
That won my love, I knew not why.
Once, when my scanty meal was spread,
He enter'd;-not a word he spake :-
Just perishing for want of bread;
I gave him all; he bless'd it, brake,
And ate, but gave me part again;
Mine was an angel's portion then,
For while I fed with eager haste,
That crust was manna to my taste.

I spied him, where a fountain burst
Clear from the rock; his strength was gone;
The heedless water mock'd his thirst,
He heard it, saw it hurrying on:

I ran to raise the sufferer up;

Thrice from the stream he drain'd my cup,
Dipt, and return'd it running o'er;
I drank, and never thirsted more.

'Twas night; the floods were out; it blew
A winter hurricane aloof;

I heard his voice abroad, and flew

To bid him welcome to my roof;

I warm'd, I clothed, I cheer'd my guest,
Laid him on my own couch to rest;
Then made the hearth my bed, and seem'd
In Eden's garden while I dream'd.

Stript, wounded, beaten, nigh to death,
I found him by the highway side:

I roused his pulse, brought back his breath,
Revived his spirit, and supplied

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Our star, in melancholy state,
Still sigh'd to find itself alone,
Neglected, cold, and desolate,
Unknowing and unknown.
Lifting at last an anxious eye,
It saw that circlet empty in the sky
Where it was wont to roll,
Within a hair-breadth of the pole:
In that same instant, sore amazed,
On the strange blank all nature gazed ;
Travellers, bewilderd for their guide,
In glens and forests lost their way;
And ships, on ocean's trackless tide,
Went fearfully astray.
The star, now wiser for its folly, knew
Its duty, dignity, and bliss at home;
So up to heaven again it flew,
Resolved no more to roam.
One hint the humble bard may send
To her for whom these lines are pena'd:
- may it be enough for her
To shine in her own character !
O may she be content to grace,
On earth, in heaven, her proper place!

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And polyanthuses display'd
The brilliance of their gold brocade :
Here hyacinths of heavenly blue
Shook their rich tresses to the morn,
While rose-buds scarcely show'd their hue,
But coyly linger'd on the thorn,
Till their loved nightingale, who tarried long,
Should wake them into beauty with his song.
The violets were past their prime,
Yet their departing breath
Was sweeter, in the blast of death,
Than all the lavish fragrance of the thyme.
Amidst this gorgeous train,
Our truant star shone forth in vain ;
Though in a wreath of periwinkle,

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Through whose fine gloom it strove to twinkle,
It seem'd no bigger to the view
Than the light-spangle in a drop of dew,
-Astronomers may shake their polls,
And tell me,-every orb that rolls
Through heaven's sublime expanse
Is sun or world, whose speed and size
Confound the stretch of mortal eyes,
In nature's mystic dance:
It may be so
For aught I know,
Or aught indeed that they can show;
Yet till they prove what they aver,
From this plain truth I will not stir,
-A star's a star!-but when I think
Of sun or world, the star I sink;
Wherefore in verse, at least in mine,
Stars, like themselves, in spite of fate, shall

shine. Now, to return (for we have wander'd far) To what was nothing but a simple star; -Where all was jollity around, No fellowship the stranger found. Those low liest children of the earth, That never leave their mother's lap, Companions in their harmless mirth, Were smiling, blushing, dancing there, Feasting on dew, and light, and air, And fearing no mishap, Save from the hand of lady fair, Who, on her wonted walk, Pluck'd one and then another, A sister or a brother, From its elastic stalk; Happy, no doubt, for one sharp pang, to die On her sweet bosom, withering in her eye. Thus all day long that star's hard lot, While bliss and beauty ran to waste, Was but to witness on the spot Beauty and bliss it could not taste, At length the sun went down, and then Its faded glory came again, With brighter, bolder, purer light, It kindled through the deepening night, Till the green bower, so dim by day, Glow'd like a fairy-palace with its beams; In vain, for sleep on all the borders lay, The flowers were laughing in the land of

dreams.

“ MAKE way for liberty !"--he cried; Made way for liberty, and died !

In arms the Austrian phalanx stood, A living wall, a human wood! A wall, where every conscious stone Seem'd to its kindred thousands grown; A rampart all assaults to bear, Till time to dust their frames should wear; A wood like that enchanted grove* In which with fiends Rinaldo strove, Where every silent tree possess'd A spirit prison'd in its breast, Which the first stroke of coming strife Would startle into hideous life, So dense, so still, the Austrians stood, A living wall, a human wood! Impregnable their front appears, All horrent with projected spears, Whose polish'd points before them shine, From flank to flank, one brilliant line, Bright as the breakers' splendours run Along the billows, to the sun.

Opposed to these a hovering band Contended for their native land: Peasants, whose new-found strength had broke From manly necks th'ignoble yoke, And forged their fetters into swords, On equal terms to fight their lords : And what insurgent rage had gain'd, In many a mortal fray maintain'd; .See Tasso's Jerusalem Delivered, canto xviii.

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Marshall'd once more at freedom's call, They came to conquer or to fall, Where he who conquer'd, he who fell, Was deem'd a dead, or living Tell! Such virtue had that patriot breathed, So to the soil his soul bequeathed, That wheresoe'er his arrows flew, Heroes in his own likeness grew, And warriors sprang from every sod Which his awakening footstep trod.

And now the work of life and death Hung on the passing of a breath; The fire of conflict burnt within, The battle trembled to begin ; Yet, while the Austrians held their ground, Point for attack was nowhere found, Where'er the impatient Switzers gazed, The unbroken line of lances blazed; That line 'twere suicide to meet, And perish at their tyrants' feet,— How could they rest within their graves, And leave their homes, the homes of slaves? Would they not feel their children tread With clanging chains above their head?

It must not be: This day, this hour, Annihilates th' oppressor's power; All Switzerland is in the field, She will not fly, she cannot yieldShe must not fall; her better fate Here gives her an immortal date. Few were the number she could boast; But every freeman was a host, And felt as though himself were he On whose sole arm hung victory.

It did depend on one, indeed; Behold him,-Arnold Winkelried! There sounds not to the trump of fame The echo of a nobler name. Unmark'd he stood amid the throng. In rumination deep and long, Till you might see, with sudden grace, The very thought come o'er his face, And by the motion of his form Anticipate the bursting storm; And by th' uplifting of his brow Tell where the bolt would strike, and how.

But 'twas no sooner thought than done, The field was in a moment won :

"Make way for liberty!" he cried, Then ran, with arms extended wide, As if his dearest friend to clasp ; Ten spears he swept within his grasp.

"Make way for liberty!" he cried; Their keen points met from side to side: He bow'd amongst them like a tree, And thus made way for liberty.

Swift to the breach his comrades fly; "Make way for liberty!" they cry, And through the Austrian phalanx dart, As rush'd the spears through Arnold's heart; While, instantaneous as his fall, Rout, ruin, panic, scatter'd all:

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An earthquake could not overthrow A city with a surer blow.

Thus Switzerland again was free: Thus death made way for liberty!

FOR THE FIRST LEAF OF A LADY'S ALBUM.

FLOWER after flower comes forth in spring, Bird after bird begins to sing;

Till copse and field in richest bloom, Sparkle with dew, and breathe perfume,— While hill and valley, all day long, And half the night, resound with song, So may acquaintance, one by one, Come like spring-flowers to meet the sun, And o'er these pages pure and white, Kind words, kind thoughts, kind prayers indite Which sweeter odour shall dispense Than vernal blossoms to the sense; Till woods and streams less fair appear Than autographs and sketches here: -Or like the minstrels of the grove, Pour strains of harmony and love, The music made by heart to heart, In which the least can bear a part, More exquisite than all the notes Of nightingales' and thrushes' throats. Thus shall this book, from end to end, Show in succession friend on friend, By their own living hands portray'd, In prose and verse, in light and shade, By pen and pencil,-till her eye, Who owns the volume shall descry On many a leaf some lovely trace, Reminding of a lovelier face! With here and there the humbler line, Recalling such a phiz as mine.

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That fancy here may gaze her fill,

Some sweet hope, some hallow'd pleasure, Forming fresh scenes and shapes at will,

From remembrance pe'er to part; Where silent words alone appear,

Hourly blessings swell the treasure Or, borrowing voice, but touch the ear.

Hidden in her grateful heart;

And may every moment cast
Yet humble prose with these shall stand,

Brighter glory on her last!
Friends, kindred, comrades, hand in hand,
All in this fair enclosure meet,
The lady of the book to greet,
And, with the pen or pencil, make
These leaves love-tokens, for her sake.

VOYAGE ROUND THE WORLD.
Sheffield, 1828.

EMBLEM of eternity,
Unbeginning, endless sea!

Let me launch my soul on thee.
TIME EMPLOYED, TIME ENJOYED.

Sail, nor keel, nor helm, nor oar,

Need I, ask I, to explore ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY FROM WHOM THE

Thine expanse from shore to shore. AUTHOR HAD RECEIVED AN ELEGANTLY WROUGHT WATCH-POCKET.

By a single glance of thought, WITHIN this curious case

Thy whole realm's before me brought Time's sentinel I place,

Like the universe, from naught. Who, while calm unconscious slumber

All thine aspects now I view, Shuts creation from mine eyes,

Ever old, yet ever new;
Through the silent gloom shall number

Time nor tide thy powers subdue.
Every moment as it flies,
And record, at dawn of day,

All thy voices now I hear;
Thrice ten thousand pased away.

Sounds of gladness, grandeur, fear

Meet and mingle in mine ear.
On each of these my breath
May pause 'twixt life and death;

All thy wonders are reveal'd:
By a subtler line depending

Treasures hidden in thy fiel!!
Than the ray of twinkling light

From the birth of nature seal’d.
Which the smallest star is sending
Every moment through the night;

But thy depths I search not now,
For, on films more finely spun,

Nor thy limpid surface plough All things hang beneath the sun.

With a foam-repelling prow.
Rapt through a wildering dream,

Eager fancy, unconfined,
Awake in sleep I seem;

In a voyage of the mind
Sorrow wrings my soul with anguish,

Sweeps along thee like the wind. Joy expands my throbbing breast;

Here a breeze, I skim thy plains
Now overwhelm’d with care I languish,

There a tempest, pour amain
Now serene and tranquil rest:

Thunder, lightning, hail, and rain.
Morning comes ; and all between
Is as though it ne'er had been.

Where the billows cease to roll,

Round the silence of the pole,
But time has daylight hours,

Thence set out my venturous soul !
And man immortal powers ;
Waking joys and sleepless sorrow,

See, by Greenland cold and wild,
Worldly care, celestial peace;

Rocks of ice eternal piled;
Life renewing every morrow,

Yet the mother loves her child;
Not with death itself shall cease:

And the wildernesses drear
Man, through all eternity,

To the native's heart are dear;
What he here hath been shall be !

All life's charities dwell here.
May she, whose skilful hand

Next, on lonely Labrador,
This fairy net-work plann'd,

Let me hear the snow-falls roar,
Still in innocent employment,

Devastating all before.
Far from vanity and vice,
Seek the pearl of true enjoyment,

Yet even bere, in glens and coves,
On her path to Paradise :

Man, the heir of all things, roves, Time, for earth or heaven employ'd,

Feasts and fights, and laughs and loves. (Both have claims,) is time enjoy'd.

But a brighter vision breaks
Every day to her in flight

O'er Canadian woods and lakes;
Bequeath a gem at night,-

-These my spirit soon forsakes.

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