Why great NAVARRE, when France and freedom bled, When DIOCLETIAN's self-corrected mind Say, when contentious CHARLES renounced a throne What from his soul the parting tribute drew? The social tribes its choicest influence hail:- Leaned on his staff to lengthen out the tale; Gleamed o'er the furze to light him on his way; When not a sheep-bell soothed his listening ear, That his charmed hand the careless rein resigned, The blasts of heaven, the drenching dews of earth, These, when to guard Misfortune's sacred grave, Led by what chart, transports the timid dove "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, And unborn ages consecrate thy nest. When, with the silent energy of grief, With looks that asked, yet dared not hope relief, Alas! 'twas thine perchance the first to die, Hark! the bee winds her small but mellow horn, O'er thymy downs she bends her busy course, Who guides the patient pilgrim to her cell? |