XX. OCTOBER, 1803. THESE times strike monied worldlings with dismay : Even rich men, brave by nature, taint the air With words of apprehension and despair: While tens of thousands, thinking on the affray, Men unto whom sufficient for the day And minds not stinted cr untilled are given, Sound, healthy, children of the God of heaven, Are cheerful as the rising sun in May. That virtue and the faculties within death? So did she daunt the Earth, and God defy! And, wheresoe'er she spread her sover. eignty, Pollution tainted all that was most pure. We shall exult, if they who rule the land And honor which they do not understand. XXVIII. ODE. I. WHO rises on the banks of Seine, And binds her temples with the civic wreath? What joy to read the promise of her mien! How sweet to rest her wide-spread wings beneath! But they are ever playing, And twinkling in the light, And, if a breeze be straying, That breeze she will invite; And stands on tiptoe, conscious she is fair, And calls a look of love into her face. And spreads her arms, as if the general air Alone could satisfy her wide embrace. -Melt, Principalities, before her melt! Her love ye hailed-her wrath have felt! But She through many a change of form hath gone, And stands amidst you now an armèd crea ture, Whose panoply is not a thing put on, tell And of that joy which shook the Isthmian Field, The rough Etolians smiled with bitter scorn. "'Tis known," cried they, "that he who would adorn His envied temples with the Isthmian crown As if the wreath of liberty thereon III. TO THOMAS CLARKSON, ON THE FINAL PASSING OF THE BILL FOR THE ABOLITION OF THE SLAVE TRADE. MARCH, 1807. CLARKSON! it was an obstinate hill to climb: How toilsome-nay, how dire—it was, by thee Is known; by none, perhaps, so feelingly : But thou, who, starting in thy fervent prime, Didst first lead forth that enterprise sublime, Hast heard the constant Voice its charge repeat, Which, out of thy young heart's oracular seat, First roused thee.-O true yoke-fellow of Duty's intrepid liegeman, see, the palm A great man's happiness; thy zeal shall find Repose at length, firm friend of human kind! IV. A PROPHECY. FEBRUARY, 1807. HIGH deeds, O Germans, are to come from you! Thus in your books the record shall be found, "A watchword was pronounced, a potent sound |