What tho' with War the madding Nations rung, "Peace, when He spoke, was ever on his tongue!! Amidst the frowns of Power, the tricks of State, Fearless, resolved, and negligently great! 1 In vain malignant vapours gathered round;

He walked, erect, on consecrated ground.
The clouds, that rise to quench the Orb of day,
Reflect its splendour, and dissolve away!

When in retreat He laid his thunder by,

For lettered ease and calm Philosophy,

Blest were his hours within the silent grove,
Where still his god-like Spirit deigns to rove;
Blest by the orphan's smile, the widow's prayer,
For many a deed, long done in secret there.

There shone his lamp on Homer's hallowed page.
There, listening, sate the hero and the sage;

And they, by virtue and by blood allied,

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Whom most He loved, and in whose arms He died.

Friend of all Human-kind! not here alone W

(The voice, that speaks, was not to Thee unknown) Wilt thou be missed.-O'er every land and sea LA Long, long shall England be revered in Thee!

And, when the Storm is hushed-in distant

years

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Foes on Thy grave shall meet, and mingle tears! H

THE

VOYAGE OF COLUMBUS.

CHI SE TU, CHE VIENI-?

DA ME STESSO NON VEGNO.

DANTE.

1. That I have worn a visor, and could tell