The adventurous boy, that asks his little share, And hies from home with many a gossip's prayer, Turns on the neighbouring hill, once more to see The dear abode of peace and privacy; And as he turns, the thatch among the trees, The smoke's blue wreaths ascending with the breeze, And oft he looks and weeps, and looks again. So, when the mild TUPIA dared explore So Scotia's Queen, as slowly dawned the day, eyes had blessed the beacon's glimmering height, And hence this spot gives back the joys of youth, Ꭰ When exile wore his blooming years away, When reason, justice, vainly urged his cause, Glance thro' the gloom, and whisper in the gale; 'Twas ever thus. Young AMMON, when he sought Steered thro' the waves; and, when he struck the land, 'Twas ever thus. As now at VIRGIL's tomb |