Thou hadst wreath'd thy hair with roses, Before thine awful mien, compelled to shrink, Shriek to the mariner the shriek of Death. 4. I boast, O Goddess, to thy name Therefore to me be given ; To roam the starry path of Heaven, 5. Chariots of happy Gods! Fountains of Light! Ye Angel-Temples bright! May I unblamed your flamy thresholds tread? I leave the Moon serene, Beyond where Mars his fiercer light can fling, (The many belted king ;) Even to the solitude where Saturn reigns, Like some stern tyrant to just exile driven; In that cold solitude of Heaven, The mighty circle of long-lingering years. 6. Nor shalt thou escape my sight, Who at the threshold of the sun-trod domes Art trembling,.. youngest Daughter of the Night! And you, ye fiery-tressed strangers! you, Comets who wander wide, Will I along your pathless way pursue, The Worlds whom elder Suns have vivified. 7. For Hope with loveliest visions soothes my mind, When comes again the natal hour, Spring to the blessed seat; Silent and soothing glide for ever by. 8. There, Priest of Nature! dost thou shine, Whether with harmony's mild force, The axle of some beauteous star on high, Feels his pure breast with rapturous joy possest, 9. I may not call thee mortal then, my soul! Immortal longings lift thee to the skies: Love of thy native home inflames thee now, With pious madness wise. Know then thyself! expand thy wings divine! Soon mingled with thy fathers thou shalt shine A star amid the starry throng. London, 1802. A God the Gods among. GOOSEBERRY-PIE. A PINDARIC ODE. 1. GOOSEBERRY-PIE is best. Full of the theme, O Muse, begin the song! What though the sunbeams of the West Mature within the Turtle's breast Blood glutinous and fat of verdant hue ? What though the Deer bound sportively along O'er springey turf, the Park's elastic vest? Give them their honours due,.. But Gooseberry-Pie is best. 2. Behind his oxen slow The patient Ploughman plods, And as the Sower followed by the clods Earth's genial womb received the living seed. The rains descend, the grains they grow; Saw ye the vegetable ocean Roll its green ripple to the April gale? The golden waves with multitudinous motion Swell o'er the summer vale? 3. It flows through Alder banks along The gentle stream you cannot see, The stream that turns the Mill. 4. Blow fair, blow fair, thou orient gale! From distant realms she comes to bring The sugar for my For this on Gambia's arid side The Vulture's feet are scaled with blood, And Beelzebub beholds with pride, His darling planter brood. 5. First in the spring thy leaves were seen, Thou beauteous bush, so early green ! Soon ceased thy blossoms' little life of love. O safer than the gold-fruit-bearing tree The glory of that old Hesperian grove,.. No Dragon does there need for thee With quintessential sting to work alarms, |