Nor less each rural image he designed Lest one that knew me might some tidings dire Than all the city's pomp and home of human-Impart, and I my weakness all betray; kind. XVI. Anon some wilder portraiture he draws; XVII. Pleased with his guest, the good man still would Each earnest question, and his converse court; Sad tale-when latest fell our frontier fort,- For had I lost my Gertrude and my sire, XXI. 'But here ye live,-ye bloom,-in each dear The changing hand of time I may not blame; XXII. "And art thou here? or is it but a dream? "No, never! thou that yet dost lovelier seem Was spared, and brought to me, who loved him But we shall cherish him with mutual arms, And hand in hand again the path explore, XXIII. At morn, as if beneath a galaxy Of over-arching groves in blossoms white, XXIV. "Flow'r of my life, so lovely, and so lone! Whom I would rather in this desert meet, Scorning, and scorned by fortune's pow'r, than own 'Tis Waldegrave's self, of Waldegrave come to Her pomp and splendours lavished at my feet! tell!" A burst of joy the father's lips declare; But Gertrude speechless on his bosom fell: At once his open arms embrace the pair, Turn not from me thy breath, more exquisite Than odours cast on heaven's own shrine-to please Give me thy love, than luxury more sweet, Was never group more blest, in this wide world And more than all the wealth that loads the PART III. I. O LOVE! in such a wilderness as this, Where transport and security entwine, Here is the empire of thy perfect bliss, And here thou art a god indeed divine. Here shall no forms abridge, no hours confine The views, the walks, that boundless joy inspire! Roil on, ye days of raptured influence, shine! Nor, blind with ecstacy's celestial fire, Her birth-star was the light of burning plains ;* Yet, ere the storm of death had raged remote, Dismal to her the forge of battle gleams Shall love behold the spark of earth-born time Save where the fife its shrill reveille screams, expire. Or midnight streets re-echo to the drum, That speaks of madd'ning strife, and blood-stained fields to come. VIII. It was in truth a momentary pang; Yet how comprising myriad shapes of woe! First when in Gertrude's ear the summons rang, A husband to the battle doomed to go! "Nay, meet not thou (she cries) thy kindred foe; 86 But peaceful let us seek fair England's strand!" 'Ah, Gertrude! thy beloved heart, I know, Would feel, like mine, the stigmatizing brand! What though the sportive dog oft round them Could I forsake the cause of Freedom's holy band. Now labyrinths, which but themselves can pierce, V. And must I change my song? and must I show, doomed, Guiltless, to mourn thy loveliest bow'rs laid low! When where of yesterday a garden bloomed, Death overspread his pall, and black'ning ashes gloomed. VI. Sad was the year, by proud oppression driven, Upris'n, each wond'ring brow is knit and arched: At length the pity-proffered cup his thirst When Albert's hand he grasped ;-but Albert knew not him Alluding to the miseries that attended the American civil war. XII. "And hast thou then forgot," (he cried forlorn, XIII. XVII. "Scorning to wield the hatchet for his bribe, Escaped that night of blood, upon our plains! not a kindred drop that runs in human XVIII. "But go!-and rouse your warriors;-for, if right It was not long, with eyes and heart of flame, Ere Henry to his lov'd Oneyda flew : "Bless thee, my guide!"-but, backward, as he These old bewildered eyes could guess, by signs came, The chief his old bewildered head withdrew, And grasped his arm, and looked and looked him through. 'Twas strange-nor could the group a smile con- The long, the doubtful scrutiny to view :- XIV. "Yes! thou recall'st my pride of years, for then men, I bore thee like the quiver on my back, XV. Of striped and starred banners, on yon height XIX. Scarce had he uttered-when heav'n's verge extreme Reverberates the bomb's descending star,— To freeze the blood, in one discordant jar, XX. Then looked they to the hills, where fire o'erhung "Then welcome be my death-song, and my The bandit groups, in one Vesuvian glare; death! Since I have seen thee, and again embraced." Or swept, far seen, the tow'r, whose clock un- Told legible that midnight of despair. On wounds with fever'd joy that more profusely Joy, joy! Columbia's friends are trampling bled. XVI. "But this is not a time," he started up, through the shade! XXI. And smote his breast with woe-denouncing hand-Then came of every race the mingled swarm, "This is no time to fill the joyous cup, With all his howling desolating band;— + Brandt was the leader of those Mohawks, and And in, the buskined hunters of the deer, other savages, who laid waste this part of Pennsylva- To Albert's home, with shout and cymbal nia. throng: Roused by their warlike pomp, and mirth, and The ambushed foeman's eye-his volley speeds, And Albert-Albert-falls! the dear old father cheer, XXV. "Go, Henry, go not back when I depart, Past was the flight, and welcome seemed the The scene thy bursting tears too deep will move, tow'r, That like a giant standard-bearer, frowned scene. XXVI. A scene of death! where fires beneath the sun, alarm! XXVI. But short that contemplation-sad and short The pause to bid each much-loved scene adieu! Beneath the very shadow of the fort, Where friendly swords were drawn, and banners flew; Ah! who could deem that foot of Indian crew Was near?-yet there, with lust of murd'rous deeds, Sleamed, like a basalisk, from woods in view, Where my dear father took thee to his heart, No! I shall love thee still, when death itself is past. |