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Where haply (kind service to Piety due !)

While she, by aid of Nature, climbs — When winter the grove of its mantle bereaves,

May hope to be forgiven. Some bird (like our own honoured redbreast) may

Glory, and patriotic Love, strew

And all the Pomps of this frail .spot The desolate Slumberer with moss and with leaves.

Which men call Earth,' have yearned to seek,

Associate with the simply meek,
FUENTES once harboured the good and the brave,
Nor to her was the dance of soft pleasure unknown;

Religion in the sainted grove,

And in the hallowed grot.
Her banners for festal enjoyment did wave
While the thrill of her fifes thro' the mountains

Thither, in time of adverse shocks,
was blown:

Of fainting hopes and backward wills,

Did mighty Tell repair of old Now gads the wild vine o'er the pathless ascent ;- A Hero cast in Nature's mould, O silence of Nature, how deep is thy sway,

Deliverer of the stedfast rocks
When the whirlwind of human destruction is spent, And of the ancient hills !
Ourtumults appeased, and our strifes passed away!

He, too, of battle-martyrs chief!
Who, to recal his daunted peers,

For victory shaped an open space,

By gathering with a wide embrace,

Into his single breast, a sheaf

Of fatal Austrian spears. This Church was almost destroyed by lightning a few years

ago, but the altar and the image of the Patron Saint were untouched. The Mount, upon the summit of which the Church built, stands amid the intricacies of the Lake of Lugano; and is, from a hundred points of view, its principal ornament, rising to the height of 2000 feet, and, on one side, nearly perpendicular. The THE ITALIAN ITINERANT, AND THE SWISS GOATHERD. ascent is toilsome; but the traveller who performs it will be amply rewarded. Splendid fertility, rich woods

PART I. and dazzling waters, seclusion and confinement of view contrasted with sea-like extent of plain fading into the

Now that the farewell tear is dried, sky; and this again, in an opposite quarter, with an horizon of the loftiest and boldest Alps-unite in com

Heaven prosper thee, be hope thy guide ! posing a prospect more diversified by magnificence, Hope be thy guide, adventurous Boy ; beauty, and sublimity, than perhaps any other point The wages of thy travel, joy! in Europe, of so inconsiderable an elevation, commands.

Whether for London bound-to trill THOU sacred Pile! whose turrets rise

Thy mountain notes with simple skill; From yon steep mountain's loftiest stage, Or on thy head to poise a show Guarded by lone San Salvador ;

Of Images in seemly row; Sink (if thou must) as heretofore,

The graceful form of milk-white Steed, To sulphurous bolts a sacrifice,

Or Bird that soared with Ganymede ; But ne'er to human rage !

Or through our hamlets thou wilt bear

The sightless Milton, with his hair On Horeb's top, on Sinai, deigned

Around his placid temples curled; To rest the universal Lord :

And Shakspeare at his side—a freight, Why leap the fountains from their cells

If clay could think and mind were weight, Where everlasting Bounty dwells ?

For him who bore the world! That, while the Creature is sustained,

Hope be thy guide, adventurous Boy; His God may be adored.

The wages of thy travel, joy!



Cliffs, fountains, rivers, seasons, times-
Let all remind the soul of heaven ;
Our slack devotion needs them all ;
And Faith—60 oft of sense the thrall,

* Arnold Winkelried, at the battle of Sempach, broke an Austrian phalanx in this manner. The event is one of the most famous in the annals of Swiss heroism; and pictures and prints of it are frequent throughout the country.


But, flying through the heights around,
Echo prolonged a tell-tale sound
Of hearts and hands alike prepared
The treasures they enjoy to guard !'
And, if there be a favoured hour
When Heroes are allowed to quit
The tomb, and on the clouds to sit
With tutelary power,
On their Descendants shedding grace —
This was the hour, and that the place.

But thou, perhaps, (alert as free
Though serving sage philosophy)
Wilt ramble over hill and dale,
A Vender of the well-wrought Scale,
Whose sentient tube instructs to time
A purpose to a fickle clime:
Whether thou choose this useful part,
Or minister to finer art,
Though robbed of many a cherished dream,
And crossed by many a shattered scheme,
What stirring wonders wilt thou see
In the proud Isle of liberty !
Yet will the Wanderer sometimes pine
With thoughts which no delights can chase,
Recal a Sister's last embrace,
His Mother's neck entwine;
Nor shall forget the Maiden coy
That would have loved the bright-haired Boy !



My Song, encouraged by the grace
That beams from his ingenuous face,
For this Adventurer scruples not
To prophesy a golden lot ;
Due recompence, and safe return
To Como's steeps—his happy bourne !
Where he, aloft in garden glade,
Shall tend, with his own dark-eyed Maid,
The towering maize, and prop the twig
That ill supports the luscious fig;
Or feed his eye in paths sun-proof
With purple of the trellis-roof,
That through the jealous leaves escapes
From Cadenabbia's pendent grapes.
-Oh might he tempt that Goatherd-child
To share his wanderings ! him whose look
Even yet my heart can scarcely brook,
So touchingly he smiled-
As with a rapture caught from heaven-
For unasked alms in pity given.

But Truth inspired the Bards of old
When of an iron age they told,
Which to unequal laws gave birth,
And drove Astræa from the earth.
-A gentle Boy (perchance with blood
As noble as the best endued,
But seemingly a Thing despised ;
Even by the sun and air unprized ;
For not a tinge or flowery streak
Appeared upon his tender cheek)
Heart-deaf to those rebounding notes,
Apart, beside his silent goats,
Sate watching in a forest shed,
Pale, ragged, with bare feet and head;
Mute as the snow upon the hill,
And, as the saint he prays to, still.
Ah, what avails heroic deed!
What liberty ? if no defence
Be won for feeble Innocence.
Father of all! though wilful Manhoud read
His punishment in soul-distress,
Grant to the morn of life its natural blessedness!






With nodding plumes, and lightly drest
Like foresters in leaf-green vest,
The Helvetian Mountaineers, on ground
For Tell's dread archery renowned,
Before the target stood—to claim
The guerdon of the steadiest aim.
Loud was the rifle-gun's report-
A startling thunder quick and short!

Tho' searching damps and many an envious flaw
Have marred this Work ; the calm ethereal grace,
The love deep-seated in the Saviour's face,
The mercy, goodness, have not failed to awe
The Elements; as they do melt and thaw
The heart of the Beholder—and erase
(At least for one rapt moment) every trace
Of disobedience to the primal law.
The annunciation of the dreadful truth
Made to the Twelve, survives: lip, forehead, cheek,

* See Note.

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How blest (if truth may entertain
Coy fancy with a bolder strain)
The HELVETIAN Girl—who daily braves,
In her light skiff, the tossing waves,

Ind quits the bosom of the deep
Only to climb the rugged steep !
-Say whence that modulated shout!
From Wood-nymph of Diana's throng?
Or does the greeting to a rout
Of giddy Bacchanals belong?
Jubilant outcry! rock and glade
Resounded—but the voice obeyed
The breath of an Helvetian Maid.



AMBITION—following down this far-famed slope
Her Pioneer, the snow-dissolving Sun,
While clarions prate of kingdoms to be won-
Perchance, in future ages, here may stop ;

* See address to a Highland Girl, p. 221.


Taught to mistrust her flattering horoscope Each step hath its value while homeward we move;By admonition from this prostrate Stone ! O joy when the girdle of England appears ! Memento uninscribed of Pride o'erthrown ; What moment in life is so conscious of love, Vanity's hieroglyphic; a choice trope

Of love in the heart made more happy by tears? In Fortune's rhetoric. Daughter of the Rock, Rest where thy course was stayed by Power divine ! The Soul transported sees, from hint of thine, Crimes which the great Avenger's hand provoke, Hears combats whistling o'erthe ensanguined heath:

ECHO, UPON THE GEMMI. What groans ! what shrieks! what quietness in

What beast of chase hath broken from the cover? death!

Stern Gemmi listens to as full a cry,
As multitudinous a harmony
Of sounds as rang the heights of Latmos over,
When, from the soft couch of her sleeping Lover,

Up-starting, Cynthia skimmed the mountain-dew

In keen pursuit—and gave, where'er she flew,
Impetuous motion to the Stars above her.

A solitary Wolf-dog, ranging on
VALLOMBROSA ! I longed in thy shadiest wood

Through the bleak concave, wakes this wondrous To slumber, reclined on the moss-covered floor,

chime To listen to Anio's precipitous flood,

Of aëry voices locked in unison,When the stillness of evening hath deepened its roar; Faint-far-off-near-deep-solemn and sublime!To range through the Temples of Pæstum, to muse So, from the body of one guilty deed, In Pompeii preserved by her burial in earth ;

A thousand ghostly fears, and haunting thoughts, On pictures to gaze where they drank in their hues;

proceed ! And murmur sweet songs on the ground of their







The beauty of Florence, the grandeur of Rome,
Could I leave them unseen, and not yield to regret ?

With a hope (and no more) for a season to come,
Which ne'er may discharge the magnificent debt?
Thou fortunate Region ! whose Greatness inurned

To appease the Gods; or public thanks to yield ; Awoke to new life from its ashes and dust;

Or to solicit knowledge of events, Twice-glorified fields ! if in sadness I turned

Which in her breast Futurity concealed ; From your infinite marvels, the sadness was just.

And that the past might have its true intents

Feelingly told by living monuments Now, risen ere the light-footed Chamois retires

Mankind of yore were prompted to devise From dew-sprinkled grass to heights guarded with Rites such as yet Persepolis presents snow,

Graven on her cankered walls, solemnities Toward the mists that hang over the land of my Sires, That moved in long array before admiring eyes. From the climate of myrtles contented I go. My thoughts become bright like yon edging of Pines

The Hebrews thus, carrying in joyful state On the steep's lofty verge : how it blacken'd the

Thick boughs of palm, and willows from the brook, air!

Marched round the altar-to commemorate But, touched from behind by the Sun, it now shines How, when their course they through the desert With threads that seem part of his own silver hair.


Guided by signs which ne'er the sky forsook, Though the toil of the way with dear Friends we They lodged in leafy tents and cabins low; divide,

Green boughs were borne, while, for the blast that Though by the same zephyr our temples be fanned shook As we rest in the cool orange-bower side by side, Down to the earth the walls of Jericho, A yearning survives which few hearts shall with- Shouts rise, and storms of sound from lifted trumstand:

pets blow!

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