Tears brightened by the serenade Ah! not for emerald fields alone, With ambient streams more pure and bright Glittering before the Thunderer's sight, Is to my heart of hearts endeared 50 The ground where we were born and reared! Hail, ancient Manners! sure defence, 55 Where they survive, of wholesome laws; And ye that guard them, Mountains old! 60 Bear with me, Brother! quench the thought That slights this passion, or condemns; If thee fond Fancy ever brought From the proud margin of the Thames, 65 To humbler streams, and greener bowers. Yes, they can make, who fail to find, And profit by those kindly rays 70 That through the clouds do sometimes steal, Hence, while the imperial City's din That neither overwhelm nor cloy, 75 FROM THE RIVER DUDDON. V. Sole listener, Duddon! to the breeze that played 5 'Mid sheltering pines, this Cottage rude and grey; 10 Whose ruddy children, by the mother's eyes Carelessly watched, sport through the summer day, Thy pleased associates :-light as endless May On infant bosoms lonely Nature lies. XXI. Whence that low voice?-A whisper from the heart. That told of days long past, when here I roved With friends and kindred tenderly beloved; 5 ΙΟ XXVI. Return, Content! for fondly I pursued, Even when a child, the Streams-unheard, unseen; The sullen reservoirs whence their bold brood- 5 ΙΟ XXXIV. AFTER-THOUGHT. I thought of thee, my partner and my guide, Enough, if something from our hands have power 5 ΙΟ Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower, We feel that we are greater than we know. HYMN FOR THE BOATMEN, AS THEY APPROACH THE RAPIDS UNDER THE CASTLE OF HEIDELBERG. Jesu! bless our slender Boat, By the current swept along; Loud its threatenings-let them not Breathed thy mercy to implore, Where these troubled waters roar! 5 Saviour, for our warning, seen Bleeding on that precious Rood; Gently wound the peaceful flood, Hither, like yon ancient Tower Watching o'er the River's bed, Else we sleep among the dead; Guide our Bark among the waves; IO 15 Through the rocks our passage smooth; 20 Where the whirlpool frets and raves Let thy love its anger soothe: All our hope is placed in Thee; Miserere Domine! THE SOURCE OF THE DANUBE. Not, like his great Compeers, indignantly Doth DANUBE spring to life! The wandering Stream (Who loves the Cross, yet to the Crescent's gleam Unfolds a willing breast) with infant glee Slips from his prison walls and Fancy, free 5 Mounts on rapt wing, and with a moment's flight |