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Then flow, crystal Trent—whilst a stranger to grandeur,
And health, rosy health, my companion alone,
By thy sweet winding stream delighted I'll wander,
Nor heave a fond sigh to the days that are gone.

C.S.

A MORNING WALK.

WHEN vernal airs, and op'ning flow'rs,
Regale the sense and charm the sight;
When Spring leads on the laughing hours,
And rapture wakes to new delight:

At early dawn I musing stray,

Ere Phoebus gilds the village spire,
Transported, hail the rising day,
And grateful tune the rural lyre.

How sweet, how cool, the passing gale!

How clear, how bright, the murmuring stream! What blended sweets adorn the vale,

Fresh op'ning to the morning beam!

The swallow, welcome guest! return'd
From foreign climes, by instinct led,
(Alas! how oft in absence mourn'd),

Thrice welcome to my humble shed.

The stock-dove with his pensive note
Responsive fills the neighb'ring grove,
The blackbird from his mellow throat

Pours loud and sweet the song of love.

The clam'rous lapwing's plaintive moan,
The cawing rook, and prating jay,
Discordant oft when heard alone,
Now pleasing fill the grateful lay.

The dew-drops tremble on the thorn,
The shadowy mist retires apace,
Soft blushes deck the smiling morn,
And Sol begins his glorious race.

Low in the horizon, behold!

The parting clouds his rise proclaim, The sky, now ting'd with beaming gold, Now glowing with a brighter flame.

What myriads croud the gladsome beam
Soft glancing thro' the parting grove,
Flaunt in the air, or skim the stream,
By pleasure led, or sportive love!

Where'er I turn, whate'er I see,

That roves the plain, or wings the air, Tunes a loud song of praise to THEE! GREAT CAUSE, of all this scene so fair!

Shall man alone, then mute remain,
When all creation hymns THY praise?
Shall he not join the choral strain,
And, grateful, pour his fervent lays?

Oh yes! my soul, awake! arise!

Strike loud and full the trembling string, To pay thy early sacrifice

To Heaven's ALMIGHTY bounteous KING.

Catch, catch, ye gales, the grateful sound,
All meaner earth-born thoughts depart;
Oh! in my pray'r may still be found

The incense of a humble heart!

C. S.

THE SEAT OF WAR ON A FAN.

WITH small, or no propriety, my fair,
A map of warring Germany you bear;
Let me a picture much more fit impart,
Wear rather on your fan-
-a lover's heart:
To speak the meaning, let it bleed and flame,
And underneath it write the wretch's name;
The title then will suit you better far,

A lover's heart indeed's a Seat of War,
War, which you quickly can command to cease,
Just tell him that you love-and all is peace.

DEATH'S FINAL CONQUEST.

THE glories of our birth and state
Are shadows, not substantial things;
There is no armour against fate:
Death lays his icy hand on kings:
Sceptre and crown

Must tumble down,

And, in the dust, be equal made
With the poor crooked scythe and spade.

Some men with swords may reap the field,
And plant fresh laurels where they kill:
But their strong nerves at last must yield;
They tame but one another still:
Early or late

They stoop to fate,

And must give up their murm'ring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death.

The garlands wither on your brow,

Then boast no more your mighty deeds;

Upon Death's purple altar now

See where the victor victim bleeds:

All heads must come

To the cold tomb,

Only the actions of the just

Smell sweet, and blossom in the dust

Percy's Reliques.

AN INSCRIPTION.

STRANGER, that, with careless feet,
Wand'rest near this green retreat,
Where, through gentle bending slopes,
Soft the distant prospect opes;

Where the fern, in fringed pride,
Decks the lonely valley's side;
Where the linnet chirps his song,
Flitting as thou tread'st along;

Know, where now thy footsteps pass,

O'er the bending tufts of grass,

Bright gleaming through th' encircling wood,

Once a Naiad roll'd her flood;

If her urn, unknown to fame,
Pour'd no far extended stream,

Yet along its grassy side

Clear and constant flow'd the tide.

Grateful for the tribute paid,

Lordly Mersey lov'd the maid;
Yonder rocks still mark the place
Where she met his stern embrace.

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