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A product of that awful mountain seem,
Poured from its vaults of everlasting snow;
Not virgin-lilies marshalled in bright row,
Not swans descending with the stealthy tide,
A livelier sisterly resemblance show
Than the fair forms that in long order glide,
Bear to the glacier band-those shapes aloft descried

Trembling, I look upon the secret springs
Of that licentious craving in the mind
To act the god among external things,
To bind, on apt suggestion, or unbind;
And marvel not that antique faith inclined
To crowd the world with metamorphosis,
Vouchsafed in pity or in wrath assigned:
Such insolent temptations wouldst thou miss,
Avoid these sights; nor brood o'er fable's dark abyss !

SKY-PROSPECT. FROM THE PLAIN OF

FRANCE,
Lo! in the burning west, the craggy nape
Of a proud Ararat! and, thereupon,
The ark, her melancholy voyage done!
Yon rampant cloud mimics a lion's shape;
There--combats a huge crocodile-agape
A golden spear to swallow! and that brown
And massy grove, so near yon blazing town,
Stirs--and recedes-destruction to escape!
Yet all is harmless as the Elysian shades
Where spirits dwell in undisturbed repose,
Silently disappears, or quickly fades;
Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows
That for oblivion take their daily birth,
From all the fuming vanities of earth!

DOVER. NOVEMBER, 1820. WHERE be the noisy followers of the game Which faction breeds? the turmoil where ? that passed Through Europe, echoing from the newsman's blast, And filled our hearts with grief for England's shame. Peace greets us; rambling on without an aim We mark majestic herds of cattle free To ruminate couched on the grassy lea, And hear far-off the mellow horn proclaim The season's harmless pastime. Ruder sound Stirs not; enrapt I gaze with strange delight, While consciousnesses, not to be disowned, Here only serve a feeling to invite That lifts the spirit to a calmer height, And makes the rural stillness more profound.

CONCLUDING STANZAS.
Is then the final page before me spread,
Nor further outlet left to mind or heart?
Presumptuous book! too forward to be read-
How can I give thee licence to depart?
One tribute more; unbidden feelings start
Forth from their coverts-slighted objects rise-
My spirit is the scene of such wild art
As on Parnassus rules, when lightning flies,
Visibly leading on the thunder's harmonies.

All that I saw returns upon my view,
All that I heard comes back upon my ear,
All that I felt this moment doth renew;
And where the foot with no unmanly fear
Recoiled—and wings alone could travel-there

I move at ease, and meet contending themes
That press upon me, crossing the career
Of recollections vivid as the dreams
Of midnight-cities, plains, forests, and mighty streams.
Where mortal never breathed I dare to sit
Among the interior Alps, gigantic crew,
Who triumphed o'er diluvian power ! and yet
What are they but a wreck and residue,
Whose only business is to perish? true
To which sad course, these wrinkled sons of time
Labour their proper greatness to subdue ;
Speaking of death alone, beneath a clime
Where life and rapture flow in plenitude sublime.
Fancy hath flung for me an airy bridge
Across thy long deep valley, furious Rhone !
Arch that here rests upon the granite ridge
Of Monte Rosa- there on frailer stone
Of secondary birth-the Jungfrau's cone;
And, from that arch, down-looking on the vale
The aspect I behold of every zone ;
A sea of foliage tossing with the gale,
Blithe autumn's purple crown, and winter's icy mail!
Far as St. Maurice, from yon eastern forks,
Down the main avenue my sight can range:
And all its branchy vales, and all that lurks
Within them, church, and town, and huts, and grange
For my enjoyment meet in vision strange;
Snows-torrents; to the region's utmost bound.
Life, death, in amicable interchange-
But list! the avalanche--the hush profound
That follows, yet more awful than that awful sound!
Is not the chamois suited to his place?
The eagle worthy of her ancestry?

Let empires fall; but ne'er shall ye disgrace
Your noble birthright, ye that occupy
Your council-seats beneath the open sky,
On Sarnen's mount, there judge if fit and right,
In simple democratic majesty:
Soft breezes fanning your rough brows--the might
And purity of nature spread before your sight!

From this appropriate court, renowned Lucerne
Calls me to pace her honoured bridge that cheers
The patriot's heart with pictures rude and stern,
An uncouth chronicle of glorious years.
Like portraiture, from loftier source, endears
That work of kindred frame, which spans the lake
Just at the point of issue, where it fears
The form and motion of a stream to take;
Where it begins to stir, yet voiceless as a snake.

Volumes of sound, from the cathedral rolled,
This long-roofed vista penetrate--but see,
One after one, its tablets, that unfold
The whole design of Scripture history;
From the first tasting of the fatal tree,
Till the bright star appeared in eastern skies,
Announcing ONE was born mankind to free;
His acts, his wrongs, his final sacrifice;
Lessons for every heart, a Bible for all eyes.

Our pride misleads, our timid likings kill.
Long may these homely works devised of old,
These simple efforts of Helvetian skill,
Aid, with congenial influence, to uphold
The state, the country's destiny to mould ;
Turning, for them who pass, the cominon dust
Of servile opportunity to gold;

Filling the soul with sentiments august-
The beautiful, the brave, the holy, and the just!

No more; Time halts not in his noiseless march
Nor turns, nor winds, as doth the liquid flood;
Life slips from underneath us, like that arch
Of airy workmanship whereon we stood,
Earth stretched below, heaven in our neighbourhood.
Go forth, my little book! pursue thy way; ,
Go forth, and please the gentle and the good;
Nor be a whisper stifled, if it say
That treasures, yet untouched, may grace some future

lay.

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