THE PALM-TREE. BY JOHN MALCOLM. THE palm-tree in the wilderness It spreads a shadow in the sun, And, though by man it lives unseen Amidst the desert air, It rears its canopy of green, As smilingly and fair As if young lovers pledged their vows, When sultry day had flown, Beneath its high o'erarching boughs, Though there no passing warbler wings Her melancholy way, A voice amidst the desert sings Its solitude away, When winds as o'er the air-harp's wire Half music and half moan Come stealing o'er its leafy lyre, That murmurs all alone. And 'neath its shadow, lulled to sleep, Its soft and breezy whispers creep, Till morning, on the lifeless waste, Sojourner of a weary land, Where Nature never smiled, Surrounded by no kindred band, Thou seem'st like one whose trusting breast Sought, like the dove, a place of rest, COLUMBUS AMONG THE AZORES. BY THOMAS BRYDSON. [Previous to his discovery of America, Columbus is said to have frequently watched the setting sun, from one of the islands of the Azores, and fancied it rising upon the great continent which he supposed to be over the ocean.] OH, undiscovered world! once more I wander forth alone, To muse beside that ocean vast, Whose arms are round thee thrown. Methinks yon setting sun, which smiles Already, o'er thy mountain-peaks, To some awakened child of thine, The wondrous landscape of my dreams There be who scoff at thoughts like these, But still my soul doth keep Its solitary vigil here, Beside the solemn deep. Yes, yes!-beyond that pathless waste A mighty world I'll find; And severed tribes of Adam's race In friendship's golden chain, as now, Whose living line of radiance links Father of Nature! thou wilt guide To bear across the ocean's breast OTAHEITE. BY THE REV. THOMAS RAFFLES, LL. D. Lo mid the Isles the South Pacific bears, With many a verdant vale, and craggy steep. Their hideous idols to the flame, or flood, Ashamed that e'er they bowed to senseless blocks of wood! "Perish, ye gods, Taheite once adored! Your reign of terror is for ever past; Henceforth Jehovah is our only Lord For brighter days have dawned on us at last." Hark! hark! the exulting shout hell hears aghast : The Lord is God! ten thousand voices cry; E'en angels bend to share a joy so vast, Then stretch their pinions for their native sky, And celebrate th' event in heaven's high minstrelsy. |