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6. 'Tis morn, but scarce yon lurid SUR
Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun,
Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun,
Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
• 7. The combat deepens. On, ye brave,
Who rush to glory, or the grave!
Wave, Munich, all thy banners wave!
And charge with all thy chivalry!
8. Ah! few shall part where many meet,
The snow shall be their winding sheet,
And every turf beneath their feet,
Shall be a soldier's sepulcher.
1. Sweet the beams of rosy morning,
Silent chasing gloom away;
Lovely tints the sky adorning,
, Harbingers of opening day!
See the king of day appearing,
Slow his progress and serene;
Soon I feel the influence, cheering,
Of this grand and lovely scene!
2. Lovely songsters join their voices
Harmony the grove pervades;
All in nature now rejoices,
Light and joy succeed the shades.
Stars withdraw, and man arises,
To his labor cheerful goes ;
Day's returning blessings prizes,
And in praise lis pleasure shows!"
3. May each morn that in succession,
Adds new mercies ever flowing,
Leave a strong and deep impression
Of my debt, for ever growing!
Debt of love, ah! how increasing !
Days and years fresh blessings bring :
But my praise shall flow unceasing,
And my Maker's love I'll sing !
The envious Man 1. MUOh was removed that tempted onco lo sta Avarice no gold, no wipe the drunkard maw:
But envy had enough, as heretofore,
To fill his heart with gail and bitterness.
What made the man of envy what he was,
Was worth in others, vileness in himself,
A lust of praise, with undeserving deeds,
And conscious poverty of soul: and still
It was his earnest work and daily toi.
With lying tongue, to raake the noble seem
Mean as himself.
On fame's high hill he saw
The laurel spread its everlasting green,
And wished to climb; but felt his knees too weak;
And stood below unhappy laying hands
Upon the strong ascending gloriously
The steps of honor, bent to draw them back;
Involving of the brightness of their path
In mists his breath had raised.
Whene'er he heard,
As oft he did, of joy and happiness,
And great prosperity, and rising worth,
'Twas like a wave of wormwood o'er his sou
Rolling its bitterness His joy was to
The wo of others: when from wealth to want,
From praises to reproach, from peace to strife,
From mirth to tears, he saw a brother fall,
Or virtue make a slip—his dreams were sweet.
4. But chief with slander, daughter of his own,
He took unhallowed pleasure; when she talked,
And with her filthy lips defiled the best,
His ear drew near; with wide attention gaped
His mouth; his eye, well pleased, as eager gazed
As glutton, when the dish he most desired
Was placed before him; and a horrid mirth,
At intervals, with laughter shook his sides.
Cheerfulness. 1. FAIR as the dawning light! auspicious griesti Suurce of all comfort to the
human breast ! Depriv'd of thee, in sad despair we moan, And tedious roll the heavy moments on. Though beauteous objects all around us risc, To charm the fancy, and delight the eyes ;
Tho’art's fair works and nature's gifts conspire
To please cach sense, and satiate each desire, -
'Tis joyless all, till thy enliv'ning ray
Scatters the melancholy gloom away,
Then opens to the soul a heavenly scene,
Gladness and peace, all sprightly, all serene.
2. Where dost thou deign, say, in what blest retreat,
To choose thy mansion, and to fix thy seat?
Thy sacred presence how shall we explore ?
Can avarice gain thce with her golden store ?
Can vain ambition, with her boasted charms,
Tempt thee within her wide extended arms ?
No, with Content alone canst thou abide,
Thy sister, ever smiling by thy side.
3. When boon companions, void of ev'ry care,
Crown the full bowl, and the rich banquet share,
And give a loose to pleasuremert thou there?
Or when th' assembled great and fair advance
While beauty spreads its sweetest charms around,
And airs ecstatic swell their tuneful sound,
Art thou within the pompous circle found
Does not thy influence more sedately, shine ?
Can such tumultuous joys as these be thine ?
4. Surely more mild, more constant in their course.
Thy pleasures issue from a nobler source,-
From sweet discretion ruling in the breast,
From passions temper'd, and from lusts represt;
From thoughts unconscious of a guilty smart,
And the calm transports of an honest heart.
5. Thy aid, O ever faithful, ever kind! Through life, through death, attends the virtuous mind; Of angry fate wards from us ev'ry blow, Cures ev'ry ill, and softens ev'ry wo. Whatever good our mortal state desires, What wisdomi finds, or innocence inspires; From nature's bountcous hand whatever flows, Whate'er our Maker's providence bestowsBy thee mankind enjoys--by thee repays A grateful tribute of perpetual praise. Fitzgerald
Night before the Batlle of Waterloo.
1. There was a sound of revelry by night,
And Belgium's capital had gathered then
Her beauty and lier chivalry, and bright
The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men;
A thousand hearts beat happily; and when
Music arose with its voluptuous swell,
Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again,
And all went merry as a marriage-bell-
2. But hush! hark ! a deep sound strikes like a rising
Did ye not hear it ?-No; 'twas but the wind
Or the car rattling o'er the stony street;
On with the dance ! let joy be unconfin'd;
No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet
To chase the glowing hours with flying feet-
But, hark!—that heavy sound breaks in once more,
As if the clouds its echo would repeat;
And nearer, clearer. deadlier than before!
Arm! Arm! it is—it is—the cannon's opening roar!
3. Within a windowed niche of that high hall
Sat Brunswick's fated chieftain; he did hear
That sound the first amidst the festival,
And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear ;
And when they smiled because he deem'd it near,
His heart more truly knew that peal too well,
Which stretch'd his father on a bloody bier,
And roused the vengeance blood alone could quell:
He rush'd into the field, and, foremost fighting, fell.
4. Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro,
And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress,
And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago
Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness;
And there were sudden partings, such as press
The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs
Which ne'er might be repeated; who could guess
If ever more should meet those mutual eyes,
Since, upon nights so sweet, such awful morn could rise ?
5. And there was mounting in hot haste; the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car,
Went pouring forward with impetuous speed,
And swiftly forming in the ranks of war;
And the deep thunder, peal on peal afar ;
And near, the beat of the alarming drum
Roused up the soldier ere the morning star;
While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb,
Or whispering with white lips~"The foe! They comel
6. And wild and high the “Cameron's gathering" rose!
The war note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills
Have heard—and heard, ioo, have her Saxon foes.
How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills,
Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills
Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers
With the fierce native daring which instills
The stirring memory of a thousand years;
And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears!
7. And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves,
Dewy with nature's tear drops as they pass,
Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves,
Over the unreturning brave,-alas!
Ere evening to be trodden like the grass
Which now beneath them, but above shall grow
In its next verdure, when this fiery mass
Of living valor, rolling on the foe,
And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
8. Last noon beheld them full of lusty life,
Last eve in beauty's circle proudly gay,
The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife,
The morn, the marshaling in arms,-the day,
Battle's magnificently stern array!
The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which, when rent,
The earth is cover'd thick with other clay,
Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent,
Rider and horse-friend, foe--in one red burial blent!
Linae written by one who had long been a resident in India, an
his return to his native country. 1. I CAME, but they had passed away
The fair in form, the pure in mind ;