And, with the sons of Science, woo'd the gale
That rising swell'd their strange expanse of sail ;
So when he breath'd his firm, yet fond adieu, (c)
Borne from his leafy hut, his carv'd canoe,
And all his soul best lov'd, such tears he shed,
While each soft scene of Summer-beauty fled :
Long o'er the wave a wistful look he cast,
Long watch'd the streaming signal from the mast;
Till twilight's dewy tints deceiv'd his eye,
And fairy forests fring'd the evening sky.

So Scotia's Queen, as slowly dawn'd the day, (d) Rose on her couch, and gaz'd her soul away. Her eyes had bless'd the beacon's glimmering height, That faintly tipt the feathery surge with light; But now the morn with orient hues pourtray'd Each castle cliff, and brown monastic shade; All touch'd the talisman's resistless spring, Aud lo, what busy tribes were instant on the wing!

Thus kindred objects kindred thoughts inspire, (e) As Summer-clouds flash forth electric fire.

And hence this spot gives back the joys of youth,
Warm as the life, and with the mirror's truth.
Hence home-felt pleasure prompts the Patriot's sigh ;(ƒ)
This makes him wish to live, and dare to die.
For this, young FOSCARI, whose hapless fate (g)
Venice should blush to hear the Muse relate,
When exile wore his blooming years away,
To sorrow's long soliloquies a prey,

When reason, justice, vainly urg'd his cause—
For this he rous'd her sanguinary laws;
Glad to return, tho' Hope could grant no more,
And chains and torture hail'd him to the shore.

And hence the charm historic scenes impart: Hence Tiber awes, and Avon melts the heart. Aerial forms, in Tempe's classic vale, Glance thro' the gloom, and whisper in the gale; In wild Vaucluse with love and LAURA dwell, And watch and weep in ELOISA's cell. (h) 'Twas ever thus. As now at VIRGIL's tomb, (i) / We bless the shade, and bid the verdure bloom; So TULLY paus'd, amid the wrecks of Time, (k) On the rude stone to trace the truth sublime; When at his feet, in honour'd dust disclos'd, Th' immortal sage of Syracuse repos'd. And as his youth in sweet delusion hung, Where once a PLATO taught, a PINDAR Sung; Who now but meets him musing, when he roves His ruin'd Tusculan's romantic groves?

In Rome's great forum, who but hears him roll His moral thunders o'er the subject soul?

And hence that calm delight the portrait gives; We gaze on every feature till it lives! Still the fond lover views the absent maid; And the lost friend still lingers in his shade! Say, why the pensive widow loves to weep,(?) When on her knees she rocks her babe to sleep:

Tremblingly still, she lifts his veil to trace
The father's features in his infant face.
The hoary grandsire smiles the hour away,
Won by the charm of Innocence at play;
He bends to meet each artless burst of joy,
Forgets his age, and acts again the boy.

What though the iron school of war erace
Each milder virtue, and each softer grace;
What tho' the fiend's torpedo-touch arrest
Each gentler, finer impulse of the breast;
Still shall this active principle preside,
And wake the tear to Pity's self denied.

The intrepid Swiss, that guards a foreign shore, Condemn'd to climb his mountain cliffs no more, If chance, he hears the song so sweetly wild,(m) Which on those cliffs his infant hours beguil'd, Melts at the long lost scenes that round him rise, And sinks, a martyr to repentant sighs.

Ask not if courts or camps dissolve the charm;
Say why VESPASIAN lov'd his Sabine farm; (n)
Why great NAVARRE, when France and Freedom bled,(0)
Sought the lone limits of a forest-shed?

When DIOCLESIAN's self-corrected mind (p)
Th' imperial fasces of a world resign'd,
Say why we trace the labours of his spade,
In calm Salona's philosophic shade?

Say, when ambitious CHARLES renounc'd a throne, (q)
To muse with monks, unletter'd and unknown-
What from his soul the parting tribute drew?
What claim'd the sorrows of a last adieu ?
The still retreats that sooth'd his tranquil breast,
Ere grandeur dazzled, and its cares oppress'd.

Undamp'd by time, the generous instinct glows,
Far as Angola's sands, as Zembla's snows;
Glows in the tiger's den, the serpent's nest,
On every form of varied life imprest.

The social tribes its choicest influence hail :--
And when the drum beats briskly in the gale,
The war-worn courser charges at the sound,
And with young vigour wheels the pasture round.

Oft has the aged tenant of the vale
Lean'd on his staff to lengthen out the tale;
Oft have his lips the grateful tribute breath'd,
From sire to son with pious zeal bequeath'd.
When o'er the blasted heath the day declin'd,
And on the scath'd oak warr'd the Winter-wind;
When not a distant taper's twinkling ray

Gleam'd o'er the furze to light him on his way:
When not a sheep-bell sooth'd his list'ning ear,
And the big rain-drops told the tempest near;
Then did his horse the homeward track descry, (r)
The track that shunn'd his sad inquiring eye;
And win each wavering purpose to relent,'
With warmth so mild, so gently violent,

That his charm'd hand the careless rein resign'd,
And doubts and terrors vanish'd from his mind.

Recall the traveller, whose alter'd form
Has borne the buffet of the mountain storm;
And who will first his fond impatience meet?
His faithful dog 's already at his feet!

Yes, tho' the porter spurn him from the door,
Tho' all, that knew him, know his face no more,
His faithful dog shall tell his joy to each,
With that mute eloquence which passes speech.
And see, the master but returns to die!
Yet who shall bid the watchful servant fly ?

The blasts of Heav'n, the drenching dews of Earth,
The wanton insults of unfeeling mirth;

These, when to guard Misfortune's sacred grave,
Will firm Fidelity exult to brave.

Led by what chart, transports the timid dove The wreaths of conquest, or the vows of love? Say, thro' the clouds what compass points her flight? Monarchs have gaz'd, and nations blest the sight. Pile rocks on rocks, bid woods and mountains rise, Eclipse her native shades, her native skies;'Tis vain! thro' Ether's pathless wilds she goes, And lights at last where all her cares repose.

Sweet bird! thy truth shall Harlem's walls attest,(s) And unborn ages consecrate thy nest.

B