Day, when it came, came only with its light.
Tho' long invok’d, 'twas sadder than the night!
Look where he would, forever as he turn'd,
He met the eye of one that inly mourn'd.

Then sunk his generous spirit, and he wept.
The friend, the father rose; the hero slept.
Palos, thy port, with many a pang resign'd,
Fill'd with its busy scenes his lonely mind;
The solemn march, the vows in concert giv'n,*
The bended knees and lifted hands to Heav'n,
The incens'd rites, and choral harmonies,
The guardian's blessings mingling with his sighs;
While his dear boys-ah! on his neck they hung,
And long, at parting, to his garments clung.

Oft in the silent night-watch doubt and fear
Broke in uncertain murmurs on his ear.
Oft the stern Catalan, at noon of day,
Mutter'd dark threats, and linger'd to obey;
Tho' that brave youth-he, whom his courser bore
Right thro' the midst, when, fetlock deep in gore,
The great Gonzalof battled with the Moor,
(What time the Alhambra shook-soon to unfold
Its sacred courts, and fountains yet untold,..

Its holy texts and arabesques of gold)

Tho' Roldan,+ sleep and death to him alike,

Grasped his good sword, and half unsheathed to strike.

"Come on," he cried, and threw his glove in scorn,
"Nor this your wonted pledge, the brimming horn.
"Valiant in peace! Adventurous at home!

"Oh! had he vow'd with pilgrim-staff to roam,

* His public procession to the convent of Rabida on the day before he set sail. It was there that his sons had received their education; and he himself appears to have passed some time there, the venerable guardian, Juan Perez de Marchena, being his zealous and affectionate friend. The ceremonies of his departure and return are represented in many of the fresco-paintings in the palaces of Genoa.

† Gonzalo Fernandez already known by the name of The Great Captain. Granada surrendered on the second of January, 1492. Columbus set sail on the third of August following.

+ Probably a soldier of fortune. There were more than one of the name on board.

"Or with banditti sought the sheltering wood,
"Where mouldering crosses mark the scene of blood!"
He said, he drew, then at his master's frown,
Sullenly sheath'd, plunging the weapon down.
We have room only for the concluding canto:

Twice the moon fill'd her silver urn with light.
Then from the throne an angel winged his flight;
He, who unfix'd the compass, and assign'd
O'er the wild waves a pathway to the wind;
Who, while approach'd by none but spirits pure,
Wrought, in his progress through the dread obscure,
Signs like the ethereal bow-that shall endure!*
Before the great adventurer, laid to rest,
He stood, and thus his secret soul address'd.t

"The wind recalls thee; its still voice obey.
"Millions await thy coming; hence, away.
"To thee blest tidings of great joy consign'd,
"Another nature, and a new mankind!
"The vain to dream, the wise to doubt shall cease;
Young men de glad, and old depart in peace!+

"Hence! tho' assembling in the fields of air,

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Now, in a night of clouds, thy foes prepare
"To rock the globe with elemental wars,
"And dash the floods of ocean to the stars;
"To bid the meek repine, the valiant weep,

"And thee restore thy secret to the deep!T

"Not then to leave thee! to their vengeance cast,

"Thy heart their aliment, their dire repast!**

* It is remarkble that these phenomena still remain among the mysteries of

nature.

Te tua fata docebo. Virg.-Saprai di tua vita il viaggio. Dante.

+ P. Martyr, Epist. 133. 152.

When he entered the Tagus, all the seamen ran from all parts to behold, as it were some wonder, a ship that had escaped so terrible a storm. F. Columbus, c. 40.

I wrote on a parchment that I had discovered what I had promised; and, having put it into a cask, 1 threw it into the sea. Ibid, c. 37.

** See the Euminedes of Æschylus, v. 305, &c.

"To other eyes, from distant cliff descried,*
"Shall the Pacific roll his ample tide.

"Chains thy reward! beyond the Atlantic wave
"Hung in thy chamber, buried in thy grave!†
"Thy reverend form to time and grief a prey,
"A phantom wandering in the light of day!

"What tho' thy gray hairs to the dust descend,
"Their scent shall track thee, track thee to the end;
"Thy sons reproach'd with their great father's fame,
"And on his world inscrib'd another's name!
"That world a prison-house, full of sights of wo,
"Where groans burst forth, and tears in torrents flow!
"These gardens of the sun, sacred to song,

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'By dogs of carnage, howling loud and long,+

"Swept-till the voyager, in the desert air,
"Starts back to hear his alter'd accents there!§

"Not thine the olive, but the sword to bring,
"Not peace, but war! Yet from these shores shall spring
"Peace without end;¶ from these, with blood defil'd,
"Spread the pure spirit of thy master mild!

"Here, in his train, shall arts and arms attend,

"Arts to adorn, and arms but to defend!

"Assembling here, all nations shall be blest;**
"The sad be comforted; the weary rest:

"Untouch'd shall drop the fetters from the slave;
"And he shall rule the world he died to save!

* Balboa immediately concluded it to be the ocean for which Columbus had searched in vain; and when, at length, after a toilsome march among the mountains, his guides pointed out to him the summit from which it might be seen, he commanded his men to halt, and and went up alone. Herrera, I. x. l.

I always saw them in his room, and he ordered them to be buried with his body. F. Columbus, c. 86.

One of these, ou account of his extraordinary sagacity and fierceness, received the full allowance of a soldier. His name was Bezerillo.

§ No unusual effect of an exuberant vegetation. The air was so vitiated,' says an African traveller, 'that our torches burnt dim, and seemed ready to be extinguished; and even the human voice lost its natural tone.'

¶ See Washington's farewell address to his fellow citizens.

** North America became instantly an asylum for the oppressed; huguenots, and catholics, and sects of every name and country. Such were the first settlers in Carolina and Maryland, Pennsylvania and New England. Nor is South Ame rica altogether without a claim to the title. Even now, while I am writing, the ancient house of Braganza is on its passage across the Atlantic,

Cum sociis, natoque, Penatibus, et magnis dîs.

"Hence, and rejoice. The glorious work is done.
"A spark is thrown that shall eclipse the sun!
"And, tho' bad men shall long thy course pursue,
"As erst the ravening brood o'er chaos flew,*
"He, whom I serve, shall vindicate his reign;
"The spoiler spoil'd of all; the slayer slain;†
"The tyrant's self, oppressing and opprest,
"Mid gems and gold unenvied and unblest:+
"While to the starry sphere thy name shall rise,
"(The bright reward of generous enterprise!)
"Thine in all hearts to dwell-by fame enshrin'd,
"With those, the few, that live but for mankind."

ORIGINAL POETRY.-FOR THE PORT FOLIO.

TO A ROSE BUD, ON MY STUDY TABLE.

ILLFATED bud! and must thou bloom,
Mid musty books and classic lore!

And must thou find an early tomb,

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Where flowery fragrance never breath'd before,
Alas! it ill befits thee to be found
Among the ponderous tomes of wights profound.
Better for thee to blush in beauteous pride,
On her fair bosom whom my soul holds dear,
Than in this hermitage thy charms to hide,
And "waste thy fragrance" in this humble sphere.
But sooth to say thy beauties charm the eye,
Of one who dearly loves such gift of spring,

Thou shalt not "uncommended die,"

For I a verse will sing.

* See Paradise Lost. X.

† Cortes, Pizarro.- Almost all,' says Las Casas, have perished. The innocent blood, which they had shed, called aloud for vengeance; the sighs, the tears of so many victims went up before God.'

L'Espagne a fait comme ce roi insensé qui demanda que toute ce qu'il toucheroit se convertit en or, et qui fut oblige de revenir aux dieux pour les prier de finir aa misère. Montesq.

Such as the youthful bard in fancy's dream,
Forms for his love, and thou shalt be my theme-
I'll say, to the beauties that grace this gay rose
No nymph resemblance so perfect has borne;
Your charms all its sweetest attractions disclose,
And your wit oft reminds me how pointed its thorn.
And some discourse there too shall be,

Of doubt that chills and hope that warms,
Then to my fair, I'll send the verse with thee,
The loveliest emblem of her peerless charms.

FOR THE PORT FOLIO.

TO MARIA.

You did not like my lay uncouth,
Because I only said the truth,
Nor in deceit, nor flattery dealt,
But frankly told the fears I felt.

'Tis true, I was a silly elf,
To talk to you about myself;
Because as now I clearly view,
I should have only talk'd of you.

Yes, yes, I should have been more wise,
And told about a score of lies,

Toiling, with tropes and figures fine,
To prove to you, you were divine.

If I had said, to form your eyes,

That Nature search'd through all the skies,
And robb'd, to make them heav'nly bright,
Both Mars and Venus of their light:

If I had called you mild as even,
If I had said your smile was Heaven,
That you than life were dearer far,
And fairer than the morning star;

H.