Alternate follies take the sway', Licentious passions burn'; Which tenfold force gives nature's law', Look not alone on youthful prime', But see him on the edge of life', With cares and sorrows wôrn'; A few seem favourites of fate', But', oh'! what crowds in every land', Many and sharp the num'rous ills' More pointed still we make ourselves', Makes countless thousands mourn'. See yonder pôôr', o'erlaboured wight', If I'm designede yon lordling's SLAVE', Why was an independent wish' If not, why am I subject to' His cruelty', or scorn'? Or why has man the will and power' To make his fellow mourn'? ál-ter nåte-not, awl-ter'nate. Få'vår-its. Dě-sinde'-not, de-zinde' In-de-pên'dent. eåre. Yet', let not this too much', my son', The poor', oppressed', honest man', Had there not been some recompense' O death!! the poor man's dearest friênd', The kindest and the best'; Welcome the hour mya aged limbs' The great', the wealthy', fear thy blow', SECTION XIX. To the Skies.-BRYANT. Ar', gloriously thou standest there', With that bright vault and sapphire wall', Far', far below thee', tall gray trees' And hills', whose ancient summits freeze' In the fierce light and cold'. The eagle soars his utmost height'; Yet far thou stretchest o'er his flight'. Thou hast thy frowns': with thee', on high', His stores of hail and sleet': Thence the consuming lightnings break'; Yet art thou prodigal of smiles'— Smiles sweeter than thy frowns are stern': Earth sends', from all her thousand isles', The glory that comes down from thee', •Me-when not emphatical. Fêr'må'ment. Ho-ri'zôn. Důst. The sun', the gorgeous sun', is thine' The pomp that brings and shuts the day'; Thence look the thoughtful stars', and there' The sunny Italy may boast' The beauteous teints that flush her skies'; May thy blue pillars rise': I only know how fair they stand And they are fair': a charm is theirs', That earth'-the proud', green earth'-has not', That haunt her sweetest spot'. We gaze upon thy calm', pure sphere', Oh'! when', amid the throng of men', And look into thy azurea breast', For seats of innocence and rest"! SECTION XX. The Musick of the Ocean.-WALSH'S NATIONAL GAZETTE "And the people of this place say, that, at certain seasons, beautiful sounds are beard from the ocean."-Mavor's Voyages. LONELY and wild ite rose, That strain of solemn musick from the sea, Again a low, sweet tone, Fainting in murmurs on the listening day, Once more the gush of sound, Struggling and swelling from the heaving plain, "å'zhůre. In'no-sense-not, in'no sunse. Poetick license O, boundless deep! we know Thou hast strange wonders in thy gloom concealed, Toiling with wo, and passion's fiery sting, Alas, for human thought! How does it flee existence, worn and old, "Tis vain the reckless waves Join with loud revel the dim ages flown, SECTION XXI. The Ocean, at the Resurrection Morn.-POLLOCK GREAT Ocean!! too', that morning', thou the call To the last trumpet's voice', in silence listenedst'. That rolledst the wild', profound', eternal base Loud uttering satire', day and night', on each Of man"!-Unfallen', religious', holy sea"! Thou bowedst thy glorious head to none', fearedst none', Thy Maker', only worthy to receive Thy great obeisance! Undiscovered sea"! Tremendous sea"! what time thou liftedst up Beyond the arm of help', unheard', unseen', Sunk', friend and foe', with all their wealth and war'; Infinitude', eternity'; and thought', And wondered still', and grasped', and grasped', and grasped Again', beyond their reach', exerting all The soul to take thy great idea in', To comprehend incomprehensible', Lover unchangeable', thy faithful breast In saintly white', walked nightly in the heavens', Gave gracious audience'; nor was wooed in vain'. Reposed, and listened', and sawa thy living change', Charybdis listened', and Scylla', Fell withered from her wings that idly hung'; Of men', half sped', sunk harmlessly', and all "Poetick license: grammatically, didst take, didst shake, &e. |