The guardian angels of thy coast, Who watch the dear domestic Host, The Heart's Affections, pleased to roam Around the quiet heaven at home. 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 anvils sound, Thine engines heaving all their force, Thy waters laboring on their course, And arts, and industry, and wealth Exulting in the joys of health. I love Thee, when I trace thy tale In all their sufferings, all their fame; Down history's lengthening, widening way, I love Thee-when I read the lays Of British bards in elder days, Till, rapt on visionary wings, High o'er thy cliffs my spirit sings; For I, among thy living choir, I, too, can touch the sacred lyre. I love Thee,-when I contemplate And, with the generous blood they spilt, -Can words, can numbers count the price 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 tribes repair, Each to their chosen house of prayer, And all in peace and freedom call On Him, who is the Lord of all. I love Thee,-when my soul can feel I love Thee,-when I see Thee stand I love Thee,-when I hear thy voice I love Thee:-next to heaven above, Yes, Thou hast faults of heinous size, There is a Lie in thy right hand- O Britain! O my country! bring Watch till the latest spark expire, Then cast the ashes on the wind, Nor leave one atom-wreck behind. So may thy wealth and power increase, So may thy people dwell in peace; On thee the Almighty's glory rest, And all the world in thee be blest. THE ALPS.-A REVERIE. PART I. Day. THE mountains of this glorious land Their silent presence fills my soul, And leave them naked on the scene, The same as they have ever been, Yet through the valley while I range, Here crags and caverns, woods, and streams, And seas of adamantine ice, With gardens, vineyards, fields embraced, Through all the splendid waste. The goats are hanging on the rocks, Wide through their pastures roam the herds; Peace on the uplands feeds her flocks, The sun in morning freshness shines: Hark! war in heaven!-the battle-shout At once a thousand voices raised; And with a thousand swords of fire At once in conflict blazed. PART II. Night. COME, golden Evening, in the west There take thy stand, my spirit;-spread All in a moment, crash on crash, Silence again the darkness seals,— Ha! at her touch, these Alpine heights I hold my breath in chill suspense, I breathe again, I freely breathe; Safe on thy banks again I stray, Yet, O ye everlasting hills! Buildings of God, not made with hands, Whose word performs whate'er He wills, By me, when I behold Him not, My pulse stand still, my heart grow cold; Time! whither dost thou flee? -I travel to Eternity. Eternity! what art thou?—say. -Time past, time present, time to come,-to-day. Ye Dead! where can your dwelling be? O Life! what is thy breath? O Death! how ends thy strife? O Grave! where is thy victory? QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS. FLOWERS! wherefore do ye bloom? Stars! wherefore do ye rise? Fair Moon! why dost thou wane? -That I may wax again. O Sun! what makes thy beams so bright? -The Word, that said "Let there be light." Planets! what guides you in your course? -Unseen, unfelt, unfailing force. Nature! whence sprang thy glorious frame? -My Maker call'd me, and I came. O Light! thy subtle essence who may know? -Ask not; for all things but myself I show. What is yon arch which everywhere I see? Where rests the horizon's all-embracing zone? -Where earth, God's footstool, touches heaven, his throne. Ye clouds! what bring ye in your train! Winds! whence and whither do ye blow? Bow in the cloud! what token dost thou bear? -That Justice still cries" strike," and Mercy "spare." Dews of the morning! wherefore were ye given ? -To shine on earth, then rise to heaven. Rise, glitter, break; yet, Bubble! tell me why? -To show the course of all beneath the sky. Stay, Meteor! stay thy falling fire. -No: thus shall all the host of heaven expire. Ocean! what law thy chainless waves confined? -That which in Reason's limits holds thy mind. YOUTH RENEWED. SPRING-FLOWERS, spring-birds, spring-breezes, Its morning-clouds and dewy prime, Fancies again are springing, A dream, more beautiful than truth, Thus sweetly to surrender -This is to taste, from stage to stage, THE BRIDAL AND THE BURIAL. "BLESSED is the bride whom the sun shines on; Blessed is the corpse which the rain rains on." I saw thee young and beautiful, I saw thee rich and gay, The winter's past, the rains are gone : Blessed is the bride whom the sun shines on." I saw thee poor and desolate, I saw thee fade away, In broken-hearted widowhood, And the little children sang,- The summer's past, the sunshine gone : "Blessed is the bride whom the sun shines on; Blessed is the corpse which the rain rains on." FRIENDS. FRIEND after friend departs; Were this frail world our only rest, Beyond the flight of Time, There surely is some blessed clime There is a world above, And faith beholds the dying here Thus star by star declines, To pure and perfect day; Nor sink those stars in empty night, A MOTHER'S LAMENT ON THE DEATH OF HER INFANT DAUGHTER. I LOVED thee, Daughter of my heart! Thy days, my little one! were few: An Angel's morning visit, That came and vanish'd with the dew; The eye, the lip, the check, the brow, All life, joy, rapture, beauty now,Then dash'd with infant sadness; Till, brightening by transition, Return'd the fairy vision: Where are they now?-those smiles, those tears, Thy Mother's darling treasure? She sees them still, and still she hears Thy tones of pain or pleasure,— Hush'd in a moment on her breast, Thy dreams-no thought can guess them; For then this waking eye could see, In many a vain vagary, The things that never were to be, Fond hopes that mothers cherish, Mine perish'd on thy early bier; Yet would these arms have chain'd thee, Sarah! my last, my youngest love, Though thou art born in Heaven above, I am thine only Mother, Nor will affection let me Believe thou canst forget me. Then, thou in Heaven and I on earth, May this one hope delight us, That thou wilt hail my second birth, When death shall reunite us, Where worlds no more can sever THE WIDOW AND THE FATHERLESS. WELL, thou art gone, and I am left: Though I have seen thy form depart I hold thee in mine inmost heart; Farewell on earth: Heaven claim'd its own; Ha! those small voices, silver sweet! Fresh from the fields my babes appear; They fill my arms, they clasp my feet: -Oh! could your father see us here!" THE DROUGHT. WRITTEN IN THE SUMMER OF 1826. Hosca, ii, 21, 22. WHAT Strange, what fearful thing hath come to pass The ground is iron, and the heavens are brass; Man on the withering harvests casts his eye, Give me your fruits in season, or I die;" The timely Fruits implore their parent Earth, "Where is thy strength to bring us forth to birth!" The Earth, all prostrate, to the Clouds complains, "Send to my heart your fertilizing rains;" The Clouds invoke the Heavens,-"Collect, dispense Through us your quickening, healing influence;" The Heavens to Him that made them raise their moan, Command thy blessing, and it shall be done:" The Lord is in his temple;-hush'd and still, The suppliant Universe awaits his will. He speaks; and to the Clouds the Heavens dispense, With lightning-speed, their genial influence; The gathering, breaking Clouds pour down their rains, Earth drinks the bliss through all her eager veins; From teeming furrows start the Fruits to birth, And shake their treasures on the lap of Earth; Man sees the harvests grow beneath his eye, Turns, and looks up with rapture to the sky; All that have breath and being now rejoice; All Nature's voices blend in one great voice, "Glory to God, who thus himself makes known!" -When shall all tongues confess Him God alone! Lord, as the rain comes down from Heaven;-the rain Which waters Earth, nor thence returns in vain, But makes the tree to bud, the grass to spring, And feeds and gladdens every living thing; So may thy word, upon a world destroy'd. Come down in blessing, and return not void; So may it come in universal showers, And fill Earth's dreariest wilderness with flowers, -With flowers of promise fill the world, within Man's heart, laid waste and desolate by sin; Where thorns and thistles curse the infested ground, Let the rich fruits of righteousness abound; And trees of life, for ever fresh and green, Flourish where trees of death alone have been; Let Truth look down from Heaven, Hope soar above, Justice and Mercy kiss, Faith work by Love; Nations new-born their fathers' idols spurn; The ransom'd of the Lord with songs return; Heralds! the year of Jubilee proclaim; Bow every knee at the Redeemer's name; O'er lands, with darkness, thraldom, guilt, o'erspread, In light, joy, freedom, be the Spirit shed; Speak Thou the word; to Satan's power say, "Cease,” But to a world of pardon'd sinners, “Peace." -Thus in thy grace, Lord God, Thyself make known; Then shall all tongues confess Thee God alone. 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, |