On wonder wait-safe refuged in this isle,
Thy godlike father lives! and, lo!--but curb,
Repress the transport that o'erheaves thy heart;
"Tis he-look yonder-he, whose reverend steps
The mountain's side descend!'-Abrupt from his
Her hand she drew, and, as on wings upborne,
Shot o'er the space between. He saw, he knew,
Astonish'd knew, before him, on her knee,
His Theodora! To his arms he raised

The lost loved fair, and in his bosom press'd.
My father!'-'O my child!' at once they cried:
Nor more; the rest ecstatic silence spoke,
And Nature from her inmost seat of sense
Beyond all utterance moved. On this bless'd scene,
Where emulous in either bosom strove
Adoring gratitude, Earth, Ocean, Air,

Around with softening aspect seem'd to smile,
And Heaven, approving, look'd delighted down.
Nor theirs alone this blissful hour; the joy,
With instant flow, from shore to shore along
Diffusive ran, and all the' exulting isle
About the new-arrived was pour'd abroad,
To hope long lost, by miracle regain'd!
In each plain bosom Love and Nature wept;
While each a sire, a husband, or a friend,
Embracing held and kiss'd.

Now, while the song,

The choral hymn, in wildly-warbled notes,
What Nature dictates when the full heart prompts,
Best harmony, their grateful souls effused
Aloud to Heaven! Montano, reverend seer,
(Whose eye prophetic far through Time's abyss
Could shoot its beam, and there the births of Fate,
Yet immature and in their causes hid,

Illumined see) a space abstracted stood;
His frame with shivery horror stirr'd, his eyes
From outward vision held, and all the man
Entranced in wonder at the' unfolding scene,
On fluid air, as in a mirror seen,

And glowing radiant, to his mental sight..

They fly! (he cried) they melt in air away, The clouds that long fair Albion's heaven o'ercast! With tempest deluged, or with flame devour'd, Her drooping plains; while, dawning rosy round, A purer morning lights up all her skies!

He comes, behold! the great deliverer comes!
Immortal William! borne triumphant on,
From yonder orient, o'er propitious seas,
White with the sails of his unnumber'd fleet,
A floating forest, stretch'd from shore to shore!
See! with spread wing Britannia's genius flies
Before his prow, commands the speeding gales
To waft him on, and o'er the hero's head,
Inwreath'd with olive, bears the laurel crown;
Bless'd emblem, peace with liberty restored!
And hark! from either strand, which nations hide,
To welcome in true freedom's day renew'd,
What thunders of acclaim !—Aurelius! man
By Heaven beloved, thou, too, that sacred Sun
Shalt live to hail; shalt warm thee in his shrine !
I see thee on the flowery lap diffused
Of thy loved vale, amid a smiling race

From this bless'd pair to spring; whom equal faith,
And equal fondness, in soft league shall hold
From youth to reverend age, the calmer hours
Of thy last day to sweeten and adorn,

Through life thy comfort, and in death thy crown!

WILLIAM AND MARGARET.

'TWAS at the silent solemn hour
When night and morning meet,
In glided Margaret's grimly ghost,
And stood at William's feet.

Her face was like an April morn
Clad in a wintry cloud,
And clay-cold was her lily hand
That held her sable shroud.

So shall the fairest face

appear,

When youth and years are flown; Such is the robe that kings must wear, When Death has reft their crown.

Her bloom was like the springing flower
That sips the silver dew;

The rose was budded in her cheek,
Just opening to the view.

But Love had, like the canker-worm,
Consumed her early prime :

The rose grew pale, and left her cheek;
She died before her time.

Awake! (she cried) thy true love calls,

Come from her midnight grave;

Now let thy pity hear the maid

Thy love refused to save.