The neat, tho' wooden hamlets, deck the vale, And Altorf's spires recall heroic deeds.

22.

But tho' no more amidst those scenes I roam, My fancy long each image shall retain— The flock returning to its welcome homeAnd the wild carol of the cow-herd's strain.

23.

Lucernia's lake its glassy surface shows,

Whilst Nature's varied beauties deck its side; Here rocks and woods its narrow waves enclose, And there its spreading bosom opens wide.

24.

*And hail the chapel! hail the platform wild! Where Tell directed the avenging dart,

With well-strung arm, that first preserved his child,

Then wing'd the arrow to the tyrant's heart.

* On this stanza, Coleridge addressed to the Dutchess a very striking Ode. Vide Sibylline Leaves, p. 244.

25.

Across the lake, and deep embower'd in wood,
Behold another hallow'd chapel stand,

Where three Swiss heroes lawless force withstood,
And stamp'd the freedom of their native land.

26.

Their liberty requir'd no rites uncouth,

No blood demanded, and no slaves enchain'd; Her rule was gentle, and her voice was truth, By social order form'd, by laws restrain❜d.

27.

We quit the lake—and cultivation's toil,
With Nature's charms combin'd, adorns the
way;
And well-earn'd wealth improves the ready soil,
And simple manners still maintain their sway.

28.

Farewell, Helvetia! from whose lofty breast Proud Alps arise, and copious rivers flow; Where, source of streams, eternal glaciers rest, And peaceful Science gilds the plains below.

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29.

Oft on thy rocks the wondering eye shall

gaze,

Thy valleys oft the raptur'd bosom seek —

There, Nature's hand her boldest work displays, Here, bliss domestic beams on every cheek.

30.

Hope of my life! dear children of my heart! That anxious heart, to each fond feeling true,

To you still pants each pleasure to impart,

And more

and you.

oh transport!-reach its home

ELIZABETH CARTER,

Born 1717, died 1806,

The daughter of Dr. Nicholas Carter, minister of Deal, has justly acquired great celebrity by her Translation of Epictetus. She published a volume of poems in 1762: her Ode to Wisdom first appeared in Richardson's Clarissa.

Ode to Wisdom.

THE solitary bird of night

Through the thick shades now wings his flight,

And quits this time-shook tower; Where, shelter'd from the blaze of day,

In philosophic gloom he lay,

Beneath his ivy bower.

With joy I hear the solemn sound,
Which midnight echoes waft around,

And sighing gales repeat:

Favourite of Pallas! I attend,

And, faithful to thy summons, bend

At Wisdom's awful seat.

She loves the cool, the silent eve,
Where no false shows of life deceive,

Beneath the lunar ray.

Here Folly drops each vain disguise,
Nor sport her gaily-colour'd dyes,
As in the beam of day.

O Pallas! queen of every art,

That glads the sense, and mends the heart,
Blest source of purer joys:

In every form of beauty bright,
That captivates the mental sight,
With pleasure and surprise:

To thy unspotted shrine I bow:
Attend thy modest suppliant's vow,
That breathes no wild desires:
But, taught by thy unerring rules,
To shun the fruitless wish of fools,

To nobler views aspires.

Not Fortune's gem, Ambition's plume,
Nor Cytherea's fading bloom,

Be objects of my prayer;
Let avarice, vanity, and pride,

Those envied, glittering toys, divide,

The dull rewards of care.