Yet even here, in glens and coves,
Man the heir of all things roves,
Feasts and fights, and laughs and loves.

But a brighter vision breaks

O'er Canadian woods and lakes;
-These my spirit soon forsakes.

Land of exiled liberty,

Where our fathers once were free,
Brave New England! hail to thee!

The West Indies I behold,
Like the Hesperides of old,

-Trees of life with fruits of gold.

South America expands
Forest-mountains, river-lands,
And a nobler race demands.

And a nobler race arise,

Stretch their limbs, unclose their eyes, Claim the earth, and seek the skies.

Gliding through Magellan's Straits,
Where two oceans ope their gates,
What a glorious scene awaits!

The immense Pacific smiles,
Round ten thousand little isles,
-Haunts of violence and wiles.

But the powers of darkness yield,
For the Cross is in the field,

And the light of life revealed.

North and west, receding far

From the evening's downward star,
Now I mount Aurora's car:-

Pale Siberia's deserts shun,

From Kamschatka's storm-cliffs run,
South and east, to meet the sun.

Jealous China, dire Japan,
With bewildered eyes I scan,
-They are but dead seas of man.

Lo! the eastern Cyclades,
Phoenix-nests and sky-blue seas,
-But I tarry not with these.

Pass we drear New Holland's shoals,
Where no ample river rolls,
-World of unawakened souls!

Either India next is seen,

With the Ganges stretched between ; -Ah! what horrors here have been!

By the Gulf of Persia sail,
Where the true-love nightingale
Woos the rose in every vale.

Though Arabia charge the breeze
With the incense of her trees,
On I press through southern seas.

Cape of storms, thy spectre fled,
See, the angel Hope, instead,

Lights from heaven upon thine head ;

And where Table Mountain stands,
Barbarous hordes from desert sands
Bless the sight with lifted hands.

St. Helena's dungeon-keep
Scowls defiance o'er the deep;
There a warrior's relics sleep.

Who he was, and how he fell,

Europe, Asia, Afric tell:

-On that theme all time shall dwell.

Hercules thy Pillars stand

Sentinels of sea and land!

Cloud-capt Atlas towers at hand.

Where, when Cato's word was fate,
Fell the Carthagenian state,
And where exiled Marius sate,-

Mark the dens of caitiff Moors;
Ha! the pirates seize their oars,
-Haste we from th' accurséd shores.

Egypt's hieroglyphic realm.

Other floods than Nile's o'erwhelm, -Slaves turned despots hold the helm.

Judah's cities are forlorn,

Lebanon and Carmel shorn,

Zion trampled down with scorn.

Greece, thine ancient lamp is spent ;
Thou art thine own monument;

But the sepulchre is rent.

Italy, thy beauties shroud
In a gorgeous evening cloud;
Thy refulgent head is bowed.

Rome, in ruins, lovely still,
On her Capitolian hill,

Bids thee, mourner, weep thy fill.

Splendid realm of old romance,

Spain, thy tower-crowned crest advance, Grasp the shield, and couch the lance.

Lusitiana, from the dust,

Shake thy locks,-thy cause is just;
Strike for freedom, strike and trust.

Sweep by Holland like the blast,
One quick glance on Denmark cast,
Sweden, Russia,- all are past.

Elbe nor Weser tempt my stay;
Germany, beware the day

When thy schools again bear sway!

Now to thee, to thee I fly,
Fairest isle beneath the sky,
To my heart, as in mine eye.

I have seen them, one by one,
Every shore beneath the sun,
And my voyage now is done.

While I bid them all be blest, Britain is my home, my rest; -Mine own land! I love thee best.

HYMNS AND SACRED POEMS.