-Let no vain dreams thy heart beguile, Lull but the mighty serpent king*, 'Midst the grey rocks, his old domain ; Ward but the cougar's deadly spring, -Thy step that lake's green shore may gain; And the bright Isle, when all is pass'd, Yes! there, with all its rainbow streams, Floats on the wave in golden light; And lovely will the shadows be *The Cherokees believe that the recesses of their mountains, overgrown with lofty pines and cedars, and covered with old mossy rocks, are inhabited by the kings or chiefs of the rattlesnakes, whom they denominate the "bright old inhabitants." They represent them as snakes of an enormous size, and which possess the power of drawing to them every living creature that comes within the reach of their eyes. Their heads are said to be crowned with a carbuncle, of dazzling brightness. See Notes to Leyden's "Scenes of Infancy." And breathings from their sunny flowers, Or hast thou heard the sounds that rise To which the ancient rocks gave birth *? The emerald waves!-they take their hue * The stones on the banks of the Oronoco, called by the South American missionaries Laxas de Musica, and alluded to in a former note. Of hunts that nogle tights gates. The want, and agit, and fasting rav But we for him who sees them burst With their bright spray-showers to the lake! Earth has no spring to quench the thirst That semblance in his scgi shall wike. For ever pouring through his dreams, Bright, bright in many a rocky urn, From the blue mountains to the main, Een thus our hunters came of yore Back from their long and weary quest ; -Had they not seen th' untrodden shore, And could they 'midst our wilds find rest? The lightning of their glance was fled, They dwelt amongst us as the dead! They lay beside our glittering rills, With visions in their darken'd eye, Their joy was not amidst the hills, Where elk and deer before us fly; Their spears upon the cedar hung, They bent no more the forest-bow, They arm'd not with the warrior-band, The moons wan'd o'er them dim and slow-They left us for the spirit's land! Beneath our pines yon greensward heap Son of the stranger! if at eve Silence be 'midst us in thy place, Yet go not where the mighty leave The strength of battle and of chase! THE BENDED BOW. It is supposed that war was anciently proclaimed in Britain by sending messengers in different directions through the land, each bearing a bended bow ; and that peace was in like manner announced by a bow unstrung, and therefore straight. See the Cambrian Antiquities. THERE was heard the sound of a coming foe, "Heard ye not the battle-horn? -Reaper! leave thy golden corn! Leave it for the winds to shed Arm! ere Britain's turf grow red!" And the reaper arm'd, like a freeman's son, |