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And kindle, thou blue ocean! So my Friend
Struck with deep joy may stand, as I have stood,
Silent with swimming sense ; yea, gazing round
On the wide landscape, gaze till all doth seem
Less gross than bodily ; and of such hues
As veil the Almighty Spirit, when yet he es
Spirits perceive his presence.

A delight Comes sudden on my heart, and I am glad As I myself were there! Nor in this bower, This little lime-tree bower, have I not marked Much that has soothed me. Pale beneath the blaze Hung the transparent foliage ! and I watched Some broad and sunny leaf, and loved to see The shadow of the leaf and stem above Dappling its sunshine! And that walnut-tree Was richly tinged, and a deep radiance lay Full on the ancient ivy, which usurps Those fronting elms, and now, with blackest mass Makes their dark branches gleam a lighter hue Through the late twilight; and though now the

bat Wheels silent by, and not a swallow twitters, Yet still the solitary humble bee Sings in the bean-flower! Henceforth I shall know That Nature ne'er deserts the wise and pure ; No plot so narrow, be but Nature there, No waste so vacant, but


well employ Each faculty of sense, and keep the heart Awake to Love and Beauty! and sometimes "Tis well to be bereft of promised good, That we

lift the Soul, and contemplate With lively joy the joys we cannot share.

My gentle-hearted Charles ! when the last rook
Beat its straight path along the dusky air
Homewards, I blest it! deeming, its black wing
(Now a dim speck, now vanishing in light)
Had crossed the mighty orb's dilated glory,
While thou stood’st gazing; or when all was still
* Flew creaking o'er thy head, and had a charm
For thee, my gentle-hearted Charles, to whom
No sound is dissonant which tells of Life.





EAR Charles ! whilst yet thou wert a babe,

I ween That Genius plunged thee in that wizard fount Hight Castalie: and (sureties of thy faith) That Pity and Simplicity stood by, And promised for thee, that thou shouldst renounce The world's low cares and lying vanities, Steadfast and rooted in the heavenly Muse, And washed and sanctified to Poesy. Yes-thou wert plunged, but with forgetful hand Held, as by Thetis erst her warrior son ;

* Flew creaking. Some months after I had written this line, it gave me pleasure to find that Bartram had observed the same circumstance of the Savanna Crane. * When these birds move their wings in flight, their strokes are slow, moderate, and regular; and even when at a considerable dis ce, or high above us, we plainly hear the quillfeathers; their shafts and webs upon one another creak as the joints or working of a vessel in a tempestuous sea.”

And with those recreant unbaptized heels
Thou’rt flying from thy bounden ministries-
So sore it seems and burthensome a task
To weave unwithering flowers ! But take thou heed!
For thou art vulnerable, wild-eyed boy,
And I have arrows,* mystically dipt,
Such as may stop thy speed. Is thy Burns dead ?
And shall he die unwept, and sink to earth

Without the meed of one melodious tear ?
Thy Burns, and Nature's own beloved bard,
Who to the “ Illustrioust of his native Land
So properly did look for patronage."
Ghost of Mæcenas! hide thy blushing face!
They snatched him from the sickle and the plough,



Oh! for shame, return! On a bleak rock, midway the Aonian mount, There stands a lone and melancholy tree. Whose aged branches to the midnight blast Make solemn music: pluck its darkest bough, Ere yet the unwholesome night-dew he exhaled And weeping wreath it round thy Poet's tomb. Then in the outskirts, where pollutions grow, Pick the rank henbane and the dusky flowers Of nightshade, or its red and tempting fruit, These with stopped nostril and glove-guarded hand Knit in nice intertexture, so to twine The illustrious brow of Scotch Nobility.


Pind. Olymp. ii. 1. 150. + Verbatim from Burns' dedication of his Poem to the Nobility and Gentry of the Caledonian Hunt.




FRIEND of the wise ! and teacher of the good!

heart have I received that lay
More than historic, that prophetic lay
Wherein (high theme by thee first sung aright)
Of the foundations and the building up
Of a Human Spirit thou hast dared to tell
What may be told, to the understanding mind
Revealable : and what within the mind
By vital breathings secret as the soul
Of vernal growth, oft quickens in the heart
Thoughts all too deep for words !

Theme hard as high !
Of smiles spontaneous, and mysterious fears,
(The first-born they of Reason and twin-birth)
Of tides obedient to external force,
And currents self-determined, as might seem,
Or by some inner power ; of moments awful,
Now in thy inner life, and now abroad,
When power streamed from thee, and thy soul

The light reflected; as a light bestowed
Of fancies fair, and milder hours of youth,
Hyblean murmurs of poetic thought
Industrious in its joy, in vales and glens
Native or outland, lakes and famous hills !
Or on the lonely high-road, when the stars
Were rising; or by secret mountain-streams,
The guides and the companions of thy way!

Of more than Fancy, of the Social Sense Distending wide, and man beloved as man, Where France in all her towns lay vibrating Like some becalmed bark beneath the burst Of Heaven's immediate thunder, when no cloud Is visible, or shadow on the main. For thou wert there, thine own brows garlanded, Amid the tremor of a realm aglow, Amid a mighty nation jubilant, When from the general heart of human kind Hope sprang forth like a full-born Deity!

Of that dear Hope afflicted and struck down, So summoned homeward, thenceforth calm and sure From the dread watch-tower of man's absolute self, With light unwaning on her eyes, to look

-herself a glory to behold,
The Angel of the vision! Then (last strain)
Of Duty, chosen laws controlling choice,
Action and joy !-An Orphic song indeed,
A song divine of high and passionate thoughts
To their own music chanted !

Far on

The truly great

O great Bard!
Ere yet that last strain dying awed the air,
With steadfast eye I viewed thee in the choir
Of ever-enduring men.
Have all one age, and from one visible space
Shed influence! They, both in power and act
Are permanent, and Time is not with them,
Save as it worketh for them, they in it.
Nor less a sacred roll, than those of old,
And to be placed, as they, with gradual fame
Among the archives of mankind, thy work
Makes audible a linked lay of Truth,

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