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That the long miseries of mankind may cease ! Hath he indulged his melancholy mood,
And like the hermit in some sullen den, There let it carry truth, and light, and peace! Fed his distempered mind in solitude ? Did not the Angels who announced thy birth, Or have fanatic dreams distraught his sense, Proclaim it with the sound of Peace on Earth? That thus he should presume with boid irreverence? LXXXII.
III. Bless thou this happy Island, that the stream
O Royal Lady, ill they judge the heart of blessing far and wide from hence may flow!
That reverently approaehes thee to-day, Bless it that so thy saving Mercy's beam
And anxious to perform its fitting part, Reflected hence may shine on all below!
Prefers the tribute of this duteous lay! THY KINGDOM COME! THY WILL BE DONE, O LORD!
Not with displeasure should his song be read AND BE Tay HoLY NAME THROUGH ALL THE WORLD
Who prays for Heaven's best blessings on thy head.
He prays that many a year may pass away Lo! at the act the vaulted roof expands,
Ere the State call thee from a life of love; Heaven opens,—and in empyreal air
Vexed by no public cares, that day by day Pouring its splendours through the inferior sky,
Thy heart the dear domestic joys may prove, More bright than noon-day suns the Cross appears on
And gracious Heaven thy chosen nuptials bless
With all a Wife's and all a Mother's happiness.
The Virtues and the Household Charities
Of all which makes the bliss of human-kind.
He prays, that when the sceptre to thy land The glory, or sustain the piercing sound :
In due succession shall descend at length, In fear and yet in trembling joy, for sure
Prosperity and Peace may bless the Land, My soul that hour yearned strongly to be free,
Truth be thy counsellor, and Heaven thy strength ; That it might spread its wings in immortality.
That every tongue thy praises may proclaim,
And every heart in secret bless thy name.
He prays, that thou mayest strenuously maintain And indistinct and dreadful was his mien :
The wise laws handed down from sire to son : Yet when I gazed intentlier, I could trace
He prays, that under thy auspicious reign Divinest beauty in that awful face.
All may be added which is left undone,
To make the realm, its polity complete,
In all things happy as in all things great :
That through the will of thy enlightened mind, The will of Heaven, so shall my faithful hand
Brute man may be to social life reclaimed : Thy great and endless recompense supply ;
That in compassion for forlorn mankind, My name is DEATH : THE LAST BEST FRIEND AMI!
The saving Faith may widely be proclaimed
This is his ardent hope, his loyal prayer.
In every cottage may thy power be blest, Perchance the votaries of the world will say:
For blessings which should every-where abound; Are these fit strains for Royal ears to hear?
Thy will beneficent from East to West What man is he who thus assorts his lay,
May bring forth good where'er the sun goes round; And dares pronounce with inauspicious breath, And thus through future times should CHARLOTTE's fame In Hymeneal verse, the name of Death!
Surpass our great Eliza's golden name.
Her younger sister, that Speranza hight,
And ever up to leaven as she did pray,
Faery Queen, Book I, c. 10.
Note 4, page 515, col. 1. Her sister to the same divinest page Taught me to know.
Note 1, page 514, col. 2.
The short parenthesis of life" is all. I have borrowed this striking expression from Storer.
All as my chrysom, so my winding sheet;
Nono joy'd my birth, none mouro'd my death to see ;
But short ;-what was before, unknown to me,
SIORER'S Life and Deuth of Wolsey. Let me insert here a beautiful passage from this forgotien poet, whose work has been retrieved from oblivion in the Heliconia. Wolsey is speaking.
More fit ibo dirige of a mournful quiro
Faery Queen, Book I, c. 10,
I am the tomb where that affection lies,
That was the closct where it living kept: Yet wise men say affection dever dies:
No, but it turns, and when it long bath slept,
Looks henvy, like the eye that long haih wept. O could it die, -that were a restful state! But living, it converts to deadly hate.
Note 5, page 515, col. 2.
Earth's melancholy map.* A part how small of the terraqueous globe Is tenanted by man! the rest a waste; Rocks, deserts, frozen sens, and burning sands, Wild baunts of monsters, poisons, stings, and death! Such is Earth's melancholy map! but far More sad! this earth is a true map of man.
Young, Night I, 6. 285.
Note 2, page 515, col. 1. Daughter of Calia and Speranza bight.
4. Dame Calia men did her call as thought From Heaven to come, or thither to arise.
It is the moral rather than the physical map which cught to excite this mournful feeling,—but such contemplations ought to excite our hope and our zeal also, for how large a part of all existing evil, physical as well as moral, is remediable by human means !
IN TESTIMONY OF THE HIGHEST ESTEEM AND AFFECTION,
BY ROBERT SOUTHEY
Behold thee in thy majesty serene,
Alone thou standest, monarch of the scenescene of war. The second is in an allegorical form; it
Thou glorious Mountain, on whose ample breast exposes the gross material philosophy which has been the guiding principle of the French politicians, from The sunbeams love to play, the vapours love to rest! Mirabeau to Buonaparte; and it states the opinions of
II. those persons who lament the restoration of the Bour- Once more, O Derwent, to thy awful shores bons, because the hopes which they entertained from
I come, insatiate of the accustomed sight; the French Revolution have not been realized; and of And listening as the eternal torrent roars, those who see only evil, or blind chance, in the course
Drink in with eye and car a fresh delight: of human events.
For I have wandered far by land and sea, To the Christian philosopher all things are consistent in all my wanderings still remembering thee. and clear. Our first parents brought with them the light of natural religion and the moral law: as men de
III. parted from these, they tended toward barbarous and Twelve years, (how large a part of man's brief day!) savage life ; large portions of the world are in this de Nor idly, nor ingloriously spent, generated state ; still, upon the great scale, the human of evil and of good have held their way, race, from the beginning, has been progressive. But Since first upon thy baoks I pitched my tent. the direct object of Buona parte was to establish a mili. Hither I came in manhood's active prime, tary despotism wherever his power extended ; and the And here my head hath felt the touch of time. immediate and inevitable consequence of such a system is to brutalize and degrade mankind. The contest in
IV. which this country was engaged against that Tyrant, Heaven hath with goodly increase blest me here, was a struggle between good and evil principles, and
Where childless and opprest with grief I came; never was there a victory so important to the best hopes With voice of fervent thankfulness sincere of human nature as that which was won by Britislı Let me the blessings which are mine proclaim; valour at Waterloo,-its effects extending over the Here I possess, - what more should I require ? whole civilized world, and involving the vital interests of Books, children, leisure,-all my heart's desire. all mankind. That victory leaves England in security and peace.
V. In no age and in no country has man ever existed under O joyful hour, when to our longing home circumstances so favourable to the full development The long-expected wheels at length drew nigh! of his moral and intellectual faculties, as in England at When the first sound went forth, « they come! they this time. The peace which she has won by the battle
come ! » of Waterloo, leaves her at leisure to pursue the
grcat And hope's impatience quickened every eye! objects and duties of bettering her own condition, and « Never had man whom Heaven would beap with bliss diffusing the blessings of civilization and Christianity. More glad return, more happy hour than this.»
My boy stood, shouting there his father's name, Waving his hat around his happy head;
And there, a younger group, his sisters came: Smiling they stood with looks of pleased surprise, While tears of joy seen in elder eyes.
XIV. Soon they grew blithe as they were wont to be;
Her old endearments cach began to seek: And Isabel drew near to climb my kneee,
And pat with fondling hand her father's check; With voice and touch and look reviving thus The feelings which had slept in long disuse.
VII. Soon each and all came crowding round to share
The cordial greeting, the beloved sight;
And wlien those overtlowings of delight
And comprehend the fulloess of the joy;
Come to his only and his studious boy:
For rich as Eastern merchants we return !
The Friars wliose heads with sober motion turn, The Ark well-filled with all its numerous hives, Noah and Shem and Ham and Japhet, and their wives.
Found here the end desired of all her ills; She who in sickness pining many a day
Huggered and thirsted for her native hills, Forgetful pow of sufferings past and pain, Rejoiced to see her own dear home again.
the homesick mountaineer Sate by the playmate of her infancy, Her twin-like comrade, -rendered doubly dear
For that long ahsence: full of life was she, With voluble discourse and eager mien Telling of all the wonders slie had seen.
XVII. The tumbler, loose of limb; the wrestlers twain,
And many a toy beside of quaint device, Which, when liis fleecy troops no more can gain
Their pasture on the mountains hoar with ice, The Gerinan shepherd carves with curious knife, Earning in casy toil the food of frugal life.
My dark-eyed Bertha, timid as a dove; And gently oft from time to time she wooed
Pressure of hand, or word, or look of love, With impulse shy of bashful tenderness, Soliciting again the wished caress.
Might have deemed worthy of his perfect skill; The keen impatience of the younger brood,
Their cager eyes and fingers never still; The hope, the wonder, and the restless joy Of those glad girls, and that vociferous boy!
XI. The younger
twain in wonder lost were they, My gentle Kate, and my sweet Isabel: Long of our promised coming, day by day
It had been their delight to hear and tell; And now when dat long-promised hour was come, Surprise and wakening memory held them dumb.
Who in their pleasure finds her own delight;
The aunts, rejoicing in the joyful sight; And he who in his gaiety of heart, With glib and noisy tongue performed the showman's part.
who will ! but let me, gracious Heaven, Preserve this boyish heart till life's last day! For so that inward light by Nature given
Shall still direct, and cheer me on my way, And briglitening as the shades of age descend, Shine forth with licavenly radiance at the end.
When to its second childhood life declines,
power doth Memory hold: But soon the light of young Remembrance shines Renewed, and influences of dormant love Wakened within, with quickening influence move.
XIII. (happy season theirs, when absence brings
Small feeling of privation, none of pain, Yet at the present object love re-springs,
As night-closed flowers at morn expand again! Vor deem our second infancy unblest, When gradually composed we sink to rest.
XXI. This was the morning light vouchsafed, which led
My favoured footsteps to the Muses' hill, Whose arduous paths I have not ceased to tread,
From good to better persevering still;