5. But thou, O Hope! with eyes so fair, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close; And Hope, enchanted, smil'd, and wav'd her golden hair. 6. And longer had she sung-but, with a frown, He threw his blood-stain'd sword in thunder down; The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of wo: And, ever and anon, he beat, The doubling drum with furious heat: And though, sometimes, each dreary pause between, Dejected Pity at his side, Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unalter'd mien, While each strain'd ball of sight seem'd bursting from his head. 7. Thy numbers, Jealousy, to nought were fixedSad proof of thy distressful state- Of differing themes the veering song was mix'd ; And now it courted Love; now, raving, call'd on Hate. S. With eyes uprais'd, as one inspir'd, And, from her wild sequester'd seat, In notes, by distance made more sweet, Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul; And, dashing soft from rocks around, Bubbling runnels join'd the sound: Through glades and glooms the mingled measures stole, Or o'er some haunted streams with fond delay (Round a holy calm diffusing, Love of peace, and lonely musing,) In hollow murmurs died away. 9. But, O! how alter'd was its sprightlier ton When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across ner shoulder flung, Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung!— The oak crown'd Sisters, and their chaste eyed Queen, Peeping from forth their alleys green: Brown Exercise rejoic'd to hear, And Sport leap'd up, and seized his beechen spear. 10. Last came Joy's ecstatic trial: He, with viny crown advancing, First to the lively pipe his hand address'd- To some unwearied minstrel dancing; As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odors from his dewy wings.-Collins. SECTION XIII. Elegy written in a Country Churchyard. 2. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight 4. Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. 5. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow, twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. 6. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. 7. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield; 9. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, The paths of glory lead but to the grave. 10. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, 11. Can storied urn, or animated bust, Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honor's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dulì, cold ear of death? 12. Perhaps, in this neglected spot, is laid Some heart, once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre: 13. But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Chill penury repressed their noble rage, 14. Full many a gem, of purest ray serene, 15. Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast, The little tyrant of his fields withstood; Some mute, inglorious Milton here may rest; Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. 16. Th' applause of listening senates to command, And read their history in a nation's eyes, 17. Their lot forbade nor circumscribed alone 18. The struggling pangs of conscious Truth to hide, With incense kindled at the muse's flame. 19. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learned to stray · Along the cool, sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way. 20. Yet ev❜n these bones from insult to protect, 21. Their name, their years, spell'd by the unletter'd muse 22. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing, anxious being e'er resigned- 23. On some fond breast the parting soul relies, 24. For thee, who mindful of th' unhonored dead, 25. Haply, some hoary-headed swain may say, 26. "There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, 27. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love. 28. "One morn I missed him on th' accustomed hill, Along the heath, and near his favorite tree: Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood, was he : 29. "The next, with dirges, due, in sad array, Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne: Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn." The Epitaph. 30. HERE rests nis head upon the lap of earth, And Melancholy marked him for her own. He gained from heaven-'twas all he wished-a friend. 32. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode (There they, alike, in trembling hope repose)The bosom of his Father and his God. Gray. SECTION XIV. On the Barrows, or Monumental Mounds, in the Prairies of the Western Rivers. 1. THE sun's last rays were fading from the west, |