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But darkly mingling with the thought
Rose up a fearful vision, fraught
Where was the glow of power and pride?
With yearnings for his home;
He wept the stars of Afric's heaven
Ev'n on that spot where fate had given
-Oh happiness! how far we flee
* The arrival of Bruce at what he considered to be the source of the Nile, was followed almost immediately by feelings thus suddenly fluctuating from triumph to despondence. See his Travels in Abyssinia.
THE VAUDOIS VALLEYS.
YES, thou hast met the sun's last smile,
By many a bright Ægean isle,
Thou hast seen the billows foam :
From the silence of the Pyramid
Thou hast watch'd the solemn flow
Of the Nile, that with its waters hid
Thy heart hath burn'd as shepherds sung
Where the Moorish horn once proudly rung
And o'er the lonely Grecian streams
Thou hast heard the laurels moan,
With a sound yet murmuring in thy dreams Of the glory that is gone.
But go thou to the pastoral vales
Of the Alpine mountains old,
If thou wouldst hear immortal tales
By the wind's deep whispers told!
Go, if thou lov'st the soil to tread,
For o'er the snows, and round the pines,
The nurture of the peasant's vines.
A spirit, stronger than the sword,
Through all the heroic region pour'd,
A memory clings to every steep
Of long-enduring faith,
And the sounding streams glad record keep
Of courage unto death.
Ask of the peasant where his sires
For truth and freedom bled,
Ask, where were lit the torturing fires,
And he will tell thee, all around,
Go, when the sabbath bell is heard *
When the dark old woods and caves are stirr'd
When forth, along their thousand rills,
The mountain people come,
'Gilly's Researches amongst the Mountains of Piedmont," for an interesting description of a sabbath day in the upper regions of the Vaudois. The inhabitants of these Protestant valleys, who, like the Swiss, repair with their flocks and herds, to the summits of the hills during the summer, are followed thither by their pastors, and at that season of the year, assembled on the sacred day, to worship in the open air.
Join thou their worship on those hills
And while the song of praise ascends,
And while the torrent's voice
Rejoice, that human hearts, through scorn,
Through shame, through death, made strong,
Before the rocks and heavens have borne
Witness of God so long!