Of vernal gale, or summer sun.

Their joys are past: their course is run.
Yet, while beside her sylvan friends
In fond regret Affection bends:

O'erstep not, Grief! thy just extent;
Nor stain her tears with discontent.

If patriot Care, that feels for all,

Slow-pondering, dooms yon shades to fall:

If Law demands their native bed

To enlarge a kingdom's scanty bread :

If Albion's flocks and Albion's kine

'Midst insufficient limits pine:

Own we the call, "To others do

"What render'd ye could wish to you :"

Be every selfish thought withstood,

And grief absorb'd in general good.

If long facilities of ill,

Nursed and matured by lonely Skill,
Needwood! thine ample verge around

The sense of Right and Wrong confound;

If screen'd by gloomy Solitude

Through the deep wood marauders rude

By day, by night, range unreprest,

Nor spare the Sabbath's holy rest:
If Crimes from small transgressions flow;
If pilfering stealth to rapine grow;
If deer purloin'd by trespass bold

Train up the plunderer of the fold,
The wanderer of the dusk prepare
The mansion's bolted strength to dare:
With Toil if Virtue hand in hand

Approach; if Sloth, if Fraud expand,

As neighbouring shades are swept away, Her breast to evangelic day:

Serene we mark the Forest nod,

And yield our much-loved oaks to God. So Lebanon! with thundering shock When plunging prone from rock to rock At Hiram's word thy cedars die;

Havock's bare arm with louring eye

The nations view. But when they hear

The trunks JEHOVAH'S FANE shall rear; Delight transforms each angry gaze,

And murmurs change to grateful praise. Yet from the biting axe secure

Some favour'd scenes shall still endure.

And as, in Barca's wild forlorn,

The pilgrim's eye at peep of morn

Beholds a green Oasis smile,

Mid seas of sand a tufted isle :

So These, while o'er surrounding plains

In tedious sameness Culture reigns,

Shall shine, preserved by faithful Taste, Memorials of the beauteous waste.

THE TWO SWALLOWS.

I.

SPRING scarce an opening flower might boast,

When, foremost of the advancing host,

Two swallows glanced on England's coast,
Nor linger'd on her Southern scene:

But inland prest their eager flight,

Nor paused nor loiter'd, day or night,

Till cheer'd a rustic shed their sight,

Where Needwood's reliques yet are green.

II.

That shed beside a mossy glen
Unhonour'd stood by mortal men.

And scarce was light within to ken

The dusky roof, the lowly wall.

And Labour there his tools had laid,

Mattock, and hook, and axe, and spade,

At hand to clear a thorny glade,

Or doom the knotted oak to fall.

III.

And baskets hung on peg or nail,

Well stored, whence Labour might regale,

As strength in noontide heat should fail,
On pasty firm, or stubborn cheese.

And when the feather'd strangers came,

The sons of toil were met to claim

Refreshment for the weary frame;

And talk'd, and joked, and laugh'd at ease.

IV.

Surprised, but destitute of fear,

The birds perceived the intruders there;

And in the doorway hovering near,

Suspended, eyed them row by row: