Solicitous and sad, a softer form

Eyes the lone flood, and deprecates the storm.
Ill-fated matron!-for, alas! in vain

Thy eager glances wander o'er the main !---
'Tis the vex'd billows, that insurgent rave,
Their white foam silvers yonder distant wave,
'Tis not his sails!-thy husband comes no more!
His bones now whiten an accursed shore !-
Retire, for hark! the sea-gull shrieking soars,
The lurid atmosphere portentous low'rs;
Night's sullen spirit groans in ev'ry gale,
And o'er the waters draws the darkling veil,
Sighs in thy hair, and chills thy throbbing breast,
Go, wretched mourner! weep thy griefs to rest!

Yet, tho' through life is lost each fond delight, Tho' set thy earthly sun in dreary night, Oh! raise thy thoughts to yonder starry plain, And own thy sorrow selfish, weak, and vain;

Since, while Britannia, to his virtues just,

Twines the bright wreath, and rears th❜immortal bust;

While on each wind of heav'n his fame shall rise, In endless incense to the smiling skies;

THE ATTENDANT POWER, that bade his sails expand,

And waft her blessing to each barren land,
Now raptur'd bears him to th' immortal plains,
Where Mercy hails him with congenial strains,
Where soars, on Joy's white plume, his spirit
free,

And angels choir him, while he waits for THEE.

AN

ODE TO THE SUN.

I.

LORD of the Planets! in their course

Thro' the long tracts of never-ceasing day,
Who to their orbs, with matchless force,
Bendest their rapid, wild, reluctant way;
Tho' midst the vast and glitt'ring maze
Of countless worlds, that round thee blaze,
Small, dim, and cold, our little Earth appears,
Thy life-enkindling light she shares:

From the chill Pole's far-shining mountains

frore,

To sandy Afric's sultry shore,

Wide o'er her plains thy living lustre stream,

In Lapland's long pale day, and swart Numi

dia's beam.

II.

For her, with delegated right,

Thy virgin-sister in thy absence shines,
Throws her soft robe of snowy light

O'er sullen Night's opake and shadowy shrines;

Thy watchful centinel, she reigns

Controller of the watʼry plains,

Onward her silver arm the Ocean guides,

Or dashes back the impetuous tides.

But thou, on the green wave's capacious bed, Hast light, and life, and gladness shed,

Thro' liquid mountains, as they roll,

Darting the beauteous beam, the vivifying soul.

III.

That paints the shell's meand'ring mould,

Or spots the twinkling fin with gold;

That gives the diamond's eye to blaze
With all thy bright and arrowy rays.-
Low in the billowy hold,

Where the mighty whales are straying,

And the burnish'd dolphins playing,

There, with tremulous light, thou charmest

Nations basking in thy gleam;

And e'en there thy earth thou warmest
With thy mild prolific beam:

From the dwarf coral, with his vermeil horns,
Or sea-moss, matted round her briny caves,
To the broad oak, that Albion's cliff adorns,
And bears her sons triumphant o'er the waves;
Each stem, root, leaf, fair fruit, and flowret bright,
Lustre and fragrance drink from thy all-cheering
light.

IV.

Remoy'd from its more ardent ray,

In grassy Albion's deep umbrageous vales,