The sky was blue, the air was mild; Free were the streams and green the bowers; As if, to rough assaults unknown,
The genial spot had ever shown
A countenance that as sweetly smiled- The face of summer-hours.
And we were gay, our hearts at ease; With pleasure dancing through the frame We journeyed; all we knew of care- Our path that straggled here and there; Of trouble-but the fluttering breeze; Of Winter-but a name.
If foresight could have rent the veil
Of three short days—but hush—no more! Calm is the grave, and calmer none Than that to which thy cares are gone, Thou Victim of the stormy gale; Asleep on ZURICH's shore!
Oh GODDARD !-what art thou ?-a name— A sunbeam followed by a shade! Nor more, for aught that time supplies, The great, the experienced, and the wise: Too much from this frail earth we claim, And therefore are betrayed.
We met, while festive mirth ran wild, Where, from a deep lake's mighty urn, Forth slips, like an enfranchised slave, A sea-green river, proud to lave, With current swift and undefiled, The towers of old LUCERNE.
We parted upon solemn ground Far-lifted towards the unfading sky; But all our thoughts were then of Earth, That gives to common pleasures birth; And nothing in our hearts we found That prompted even a sigh.
Fetch, sympathising Powers of air, Fetch, ye that post o'er seas and lands, Herbs moistened by Virginian dew, A most untimely grave to strew, Whose turf may never know the care Of kindred human hands!
Beloved by every gentle Muse He left his Transatlantic home: Europe, a realised romance,
Had opened on his eager glance;
What present bliss!—what golden views! What stores for years to come!
Though lodged within no vigorous frame, His soul her daily tasks renewed, Blithe as the lark on sun-gilt wings High poised-or as the wren that sings In shady places, to proclaim Her modest gratitude.
Not vain is sadly-uttered praise;
The words of truth's memorial vow Are sweet as morning fragrance shed
From flowers 'mid GOLDAU's ruins bred; As evening's fondly-lingering rays, On RIGHI's silent brow.
Lamented youth! to thy cold clay Fit obsequies the Stranger paid; And piety shall guard the Stone Which hath not left the spot unknown
Where the wild waves resigned their prey-- And that which marks thy bed.
And, when thy Mother weeps for Thee, Lost Youth! a solitary Mother;
This tribute from a casual Friend
A not unwelcome aid may lend, To feed the tender luxury, The rising pang to smother.1
SKY-PROSPECT-FROM THE PLAIN OF FRANCE
O! 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
1 The persuasion here expressed was not groundless. The first human consolation that the afflicted Mother felt, was derived from this tribute to her son's memory, a fact which the author learned, at his own residence, from her Daughter, who visited Europe some years afterwards.-Goldau is one of the villages desolated by the fall of part of the Mountain Rossberg.
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!
ON BEING STRANDED NEAR THE HARBOUR OF BOULOGNE 1
HY cast ye back upon the Gallic shore,
Ye furious waves! a patriotic Son
Of England-who in hope her coast had won, His project crowned, his pleasant travel o'er? Well-let him pace this noted beach once more, That gave the Roman his triumphal shells; That saw the Corsican his cap and bells Haughtily shake, a dreaming Conqueror !— Enough my Country's cliffs I can behold, And proudly think, beside the chafing sea, Of checked ambition, tyranny controlled, And folly cursed with endless memory: These local recollections ne'er can cloy; Such ground I from my very heart enjoy!
AFTER LANDING-THE VALLEY OF DOVER.
HERE 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 this rural stillness more profound.
ROM the Pier's head, musing, and with increase Of wonder, I have watched this sea-side Town, Under the white cliff's battlemented crown,
Hushed to a depth of more than Sabbath peace: The streets and quays are thronged, but why disown Their natural utterance: whence this strange release From social noise-silence elsewhere unknown ?— A Spirit whispered, 'Let all wonder cease; Ocean's o'erpowering murmurs have set free Thy sense from pressure of life's common din; As the dread Voice that speaks from out the sea Of God's eternal Word, the Voice of Time, Doth deaden shocks of tumult, shrieks of crime, The shouts of folly, and the groans of sin.'
UPON RECEIVING THE PRECEDING SHEETS FROM THE PRESS
S 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 license 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
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 Jung-frau'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, 1 Down the main avenue my sight can range: And all its branchy vales, and all that lurks
Within them, church, and town, and hut, 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; 2 there judge of 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 2—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 60 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.
1 At the head of the Vallais. See Note.
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