of life. It addresses our finer feelings, and gives exercise to every mild and generous propensity. Not confined to man, it extends through all animated nature; and its effects are peculiarly striking in the domestic tribes. POEM. PART I. TWILIGHT'S Soft dews steal o'er the village green, With magic tints to harmonize the scene. Stilled is the hum that through the hamlet broke, The peasants flocked to hear the minstrel play, All, all are fled; nor mirth nor music flows All, all are fled; yet still I linger here! What secret charms this silent spot endear? Mark yon old Mansion frowning through the trees, Whose hollow turret woos the whistling breeze. (18) That casement, arched with ivy's brownest shade, Long may the ruin spare its hallowed guest! Oh haste, unfold the hospitable hall! The chair of justice held the grave debate. Now stained with dews, with cobwebs darkly hung, Oft has its roof with peals of rapture rung; 'Twas here we chased the slipper by the sound; Giants and genii chained each wondering ear; Oft with the babes we wandered in the wood, Or viewed the forest-feats of Robin Hood: With startling step we scaled the lonely tower; Murdered by ruffian hands, when smiling in its sleep. And breathe the soul of Inspiration round. As o'er the dusky furniture I bend, |