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SHEPHERD. “ Warrior, warrior, stay thine arm!

Sheathe, sheathe thy frantic sword!”

# There is a tradition among the Swiss, that they are descended from the ancient Scandinavians; among whom, in a remote age, there arose so grievous a famine, that it way determined in the assembly of the nation, that every tenth inan and his family should quit their country, and seek a new possession. Six thousand, chosen by loi, thus emigrated at once from the North. They prayed to God to conduct them to a land like their own, where they might dwell in freedom and quiet, finding food for their families, and pasture for their cattle. God, says the tradi. Lion, led them to a valley among the Alps, where they cleared away the foresis, built the lown of Switz, and afterwards peopled and cultivated the cantons of Uri and Underwalden.

WANDERER. " Ab! I rave-I faint-the charm

Flies, and memory is restored.

“Yes, to agony restored

From the too transporting charm :Sleep for ever, O my sword! Be thou wither'd, O mine arm!

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- There is a grief that cannot feel; HANNAH.

It leaves a wound that will not heal; At fond sixteen my roving heart

-My heart grew cold,—it felt not then: Was pierced by love's delightful dart:

When shall it cease to feel again?
Keen transport throbb'd through every vein,
-I never felt so sweet a pain!
Where circling woods embower'd the glade,

I met the dear romantic maid:

WRITTEN AT SCARBOROUGH, IN THE SUMMER OF I stole her hand, -it shrunk,-but no;

1805. I would not let my captive go.

All hail to the ruins, the rocks and the shores! With all the fervency of youth,

Thou wide-rolling ocean, all hail! While passion told the tale of truth,

Now brilliant with sunbeams, and dimpled with oars, I mark'd my Hannah's downcast eye,

Now dark with the fresh blowing gale, 'Twas kind, but beautifully shy.

While soft o'er thy bosom the cloud shadows sail,

And the silver-wing d sea-fowl on high,
Not with a warmer, purer ray,

Like meteors bespangle the sky,
The sun, enamour'd, woos young May; Or dive in the gull, or triumphantly ride,
Nor May, with softer maiden grace,

Like foam on the surges, the swans of the tide. Turns from the sun her blushing face;

From the tumult and smoke of the city set free, But, swifter than the frighted dove,

With eager and awful delight; Fled the gay morning of my love;

From the crest of the mountain I gaze upon thee; Ah! that so bright a morn, so soon,

I gaze,—and am changed at the sight; Should vanish in so dark a noon.

For mine eye is illumined, my genius takes flight,

My soul, like the sun, with a glance The angel of affliction rose,

Embraces the boundless expanse, And in his grasp a thousand woes;

And moves on thy waters, wherever they roll, He pour'd his vial on my head, And all the heaven of rapture fled.

From the day-darting zone to the night-shadowd

pole. Yet, in the glory of my pride,

My spirit descends where the day-spring is bora, I stood,-and all his wrath defied;

Where the billows are rubies on fire, I stood,—though whirlwinds shook my brain, And the breezes that rock the light cradle of mort And lightnings cleft my soul in twain. Are sweet as the phænix's pyre: I shunnd my nymph ;-and knew not why

O regions of beauty, of lore, and desire ! I durst not meet her gentle eye;

O gardens of Eden! in vain I shunn'a her--for I could not bear

Placed far on the fathomless main,

Where nature with innocence dwelt in her youth, To marry her to my despair.

When pure was her heart, and unbroken her truth. Yet, sick at heart with hope delay'd,

But now the fair rivers of Paradise wind
Oft the dear image of that maid
Glanced, like the rainbow, o'er my mind,

Through countries and kingdoms o’erthrown;

Where the giant of tyranny crushes mankind, And promised happiness behind.

Where he reigns,—and will soon reign alone; The storm blew o'er, and in my breast For wide and more wide, o'er the sunbeaming zone The halcyon peace rebuilt her nest:

He stretches his hundred-fold arms, The storm blew o'er, and clear and mild Despoiling, destroying its charms; The sea of youth and pleasure smiled. Beneath his broad footstep the Ganges is dry,

And the mountains recoil from the flash of his eye. 'Twas on a merry morn of May, To Hannah's cot I took my way:

Thus the pestilent L'pas, the demon of trees, My eager hopes were on the wing,

Its boughs o'er the wilderness spreads, Like swallows sporting in the spring,

And with livid contagion polluting the breeze,

Its mildewing influence sheds: Then as I climb'd the mountains o’er,

The birds on the wing, and the flowers in their beds, I lived my wooing days once more ;

Are slain by its venomous breath, And fancy sketch'd my married lot,

That darkens the noonday with death, My wife, my children, and my cot.

And pale ghosts of travellers wander around, I saw the village steeple rise,

While their mouldering skeletons whiten the My soul sprang, sparkling, in my eyes;

ground. The rural bells rang sweet and clear,- Ah! why hath Jehovah, in forming the world, My fond beart listen'd in mine ear.

With the waters divided the land, I reach'd the hamlet :--all was gay;

His ramparts of rocks round the continent hurid, I love a rustic holiday.

And cradled the deep in his hand, I met a wedding, -stepp'd aside ;

If man may transgress his eternal command, It pass’dmy Hannah was the bride.

* Scarborough Castle.

And leap o'er the bounds of his birth,

-But the cries of the fatherless mix with her To ravage the uttermost earth,

praise, And violate nations and realms that should be And the tears of the widow are shed on her bays. Distinct as the billows, yet one as the sea ?

O Britain ! dear Britain ! the land of my birth: There are, gloomy ocean, a brotherless clan,

O isle, most enchantingly fair ! Who traverse thy banishing waves,

Thou pearl of the ocean! thou gem of the earth! The poor disinherited outcasts of man,

O my mother! my mother! beware; Whom avarice coins into slaves.

For wealth is a phantom, and empire a snare; From the homes of their kindred, their forefathers' | O let not thy birthright be sold graves,

For reprobate glory and gold: Love, friendship, and conjugal bliss,

Thy distant dominions like wild graftings shoot, They are dragg'd on the hoary abyss;

They weigh down thy trunk,-they will tear up The shark hears their shrieks, and ascending to-day,

thy root:Demands of the spoiler his share of the prey. The root of thine OAK, O my country! that stands Then joy to the tempest that whelms them beneath,

Rock-planted and fourishing free;

Its branches are stretch'd o'er the uttermost lands, And makes their destruction its sport;

And its shadow eclipses the sea :
But wo to the winds that propitiously breathe,
And waft them in safety to port,

The blood of our ancestors nourish'd the tree;

From their tombs, from their ashes it sprung; Where the vultures and vampires of Mammon re

Its boughs with their trophies are hung; sort; Where Europe exultingly drains

Their spirit dwells in it:-and, hark! for it spoke; The life-blood from Africa's veins;

The voice of our fathers ascends from their oak:Where man rules o’er man with a merciless rod, “ Ye Britons, who dwell where we conquerd of old, And spurns at his footstool the image of God. Who inherit our battle-field graves;

Though poor were your fathers,-gigantic and bold, The hour is approaching—a terrible hour!

We were not, we could not be, slaves; And Vengeance is bending her bow;

But firm as our rocks, and as free as our waves, Already the clouds of the hurricane lower,

The spears of the Romans we broke,
And the rock-rending whirlwinds blow:

We never stoop'd under their yoke;
Back 10]ls the huge ocean, hell opens below:
The floods return headlong,-they sweep

In the shipwreck of nations we stood up alone,

The world was great Cæsar's--but Britain our own. The slave-cultured lands to the deep, In a moment entomb'd in the horrible void, “For ages and ages, with barbarous foes, By their Maker himself in his anger destroy'd. The Saxon, Norwegian, and Gaul,

We wrestled, were foil'd, were cast down, but we Shall this be the fate of the cane-planted isles, More lovely than clouds in the west,

With new vigour, new life, from each fall: When the sun o'er the ocean descending in smiles, By all we were conquer’d—WE CONQUER’D THEM Sinks softly and sweetly to rest? -No !-Father of mercy! befriend the opprest; —The cruel, and cannibal mind, At the voice of thy gospel of


We soften'd, subdued, and refined; May the sorrows of Africa cease;

Bears, wolves, and sea-monsters, they rush'd from And slave and his master devoutly unite

their den ; To walk in thy freedom, and dwell in thy light !*

We taught them, we tamed them, we turn'd them As homeward my weary-wing?d fancy extends, Her star-lighted course through the skies,

“ Love led the wild hordes in his flower-woven High over the mighty Atlantic ascends,

bands, And turns upon Europe her eyes :

The tenderest, strongest of chains; Ah, me! what new prospects, new horrors arise ? Love married our hearts, he united our hands, I see the war-tempested food

And mingled the blood in our veins; All foaming, and panting with blood;

One race we became :-on the mountains and plains, The panic-struck ocean in agony roars,

Where the wounds of our country were closed, Rebounds from the battle, and flies to his shores. The ark of religion reposed,

The unquenchable altar of liberty blazed, For Britannia is wielding the trident to-day

And the temple of justice in mercy was raised. Consuming her foes in her ire, And hurling her thunder with absolute sway “ Ark, altar, and temple, we left with our breath! From her wave-ruling chariots of fire:

To our children, a sacred bequest; -She triumphs ;-the winds and the waters con- guard them, o keep them, in life and in death! spire,

So the shades of your fathers shall rest, To spread her invincible name;

And your spirits with ours be in Paradise blest: -The universe rings with her fame;

-Let ambition, the sin of the brave,

And avarice, the soul of a slave, * Alluding to the glorious success of the Moravian mis

No longer seduce your affections to roam sionaries among the Negroes in the West Indies. From liberty, justice, religion, AT HOME.”



to men.

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