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Embowering trees the peaceful village fcreen,

And guard from snow each dwelling's jutting shed. Sweet vale! whose bofom, wastes and cliffs surround,

Let me awhile thy friendly shelter share! Emblem of life! where some bright hours are found

Amidst the darkest, dreariest years of care. Delv'd thro' the rock, the secret pasage bends; 194

And beauteous horror strikes the dazzled fight'; Beneath the pendant bridge the stream descends,

Calm, till it tumbles o'er the frowning height. We view the fearful pass; we wind along How Lan

The path that marks the terrors of our way ;br Midft beetling rocks, and hanging woods among,

The torrent pours, and breathes its glittering spray. Weary at length serener scenes we hail e d

More cultur'd groves o'ershade the grasfy meads, The neat, tho' wooden hamlets, deck the vale,

alle 370 And Altorf's fpires recall heroic deeds. But tho' no more amidst those feenes I roam, der

My fancy long each image shall retain The flock returning to its welcome home, W And the wild carol of the cowherd's Atrain. 00 Lucernia's lake its glasfy furface shews,

Whilft Nature's varied beauties deck its fide; Here rocks and woods its narrow waves inclose,

And there its spreading bosom opens wide. And hail the chapel ! hail the platform wild!

Where Tell directed the avenging dart, With well-ftrung arm, that first preferv'd his child,

Then wing'd the arrow to the tyrant's heart.

Across the lake, and deep embower'd in wood,

Behold another hallow'd chapel stands, Where three Swiss heroes lawless force withstood,

And ftamp'd the FREEDOM of their native land.

Then Liberty requir'd no rites uncouth,

No blood demanded, and no Naves encbain'd; Her rule was gentle and her voice was truth,

By focial order form'd, by laws restrain'd. We quit the lake and cultivation's toil,

With Nature's charms combin'd, adorns the way, And well-earn'd wealth improves the ready foil,

And fimple manners till maintain their fway. Farewel, Helvetia! from whose lofty breaft,

Proud Alps arise, and copious rivers flow; Where fource of streams, eternal glaciers rest,

And peaceful fcience gilds the plains below. Oft on thy rocks the wond’ring eyes shall gaze,

Thy vallies oft the raptur'd bofom seek ; There, Nature's 'hand her boldest work displays,

Here, bliss domestic beams on every cheek. Hope of my life! dear Children of my heart !

That anxious heart, to each fond feeling true, To you still pants each pleasure to impart,

And more, ohtransport ! reach its Home and You!

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Recited in the Theatre, Oxford, June 15, 1803. REFT of thy fons, amid thy foes forlorn, Mourn, widow'd queen, forgotten Sion, mourn! Is this thy place, sad City, this thy throne, Where the wild desert rears its craggy stone ? While sun's unblést their angry lustre fling, And way-worn pilgrims seek the scanty spring ? Where now thy pomp, which kings with envy viewid? Where now thy might, which all those kings fubdu'd ? No martial myriads muster in thy gate ; No suppliant nations in ihy Temple wait; .. No prophet bards thy glittering courts among, Wake the full lyre, and swell the tide of song: But lawless Fórce, and meagre Want is there, And the quick-darting eye of restless Fear ; While cola Oblivion, 'mid thy ruins laid, Folds his dank wing beneath the ivy shade. (1)

Ye guardian Saints! ye warrior fons of heaven, (2) To whose high care Judæa's state was given!

(1) Alluding to the usual manner in which Sleep is reprea sented in ancient statues. See also Pindar, Pyth, 1. v. 16, 17. “ xvárown ‘Y pèr sūtov ciwpēs.”

(2) Authorities for these celestial warriors may be found, Job v. 13. 2 Kings vi. 2. 2 Macc, v. 3. Ibid. xi. &c.

O wont of old your nightly watch to keep, A host of gods, on Sion's towery steep! If e'er your secret foocíteps linger still By Siloa's fount, or Tabor's echoing hill, If e'er your song on Salem's glories dwell, And mourn the captive land you lov'd so well; (For, oft, 'tis faid, in Kedron's palmy vale, Mysterious harpings swell the midnight gale, And, blest as balmy dews that Hermon cheer, Melt in soft cadence on the pilgrim's ear ;) Forgive, bleft spirits, if a theme so high Mock the weak notes of mortal minstrelsy! Yet, might your aid this anxious breast inspire With one faint spark of Milton's seraph fire, Then should my Muse ascend with bolder Alight, And weave her eagle-plumes, exulting in the light.

O happy once in heaven's peculiar love, Delight of men below, and saints above ! Though, Salem, now the spoiler's ruffian hand Has loos’d his hell-hounds o'er thy wasted land; Tho' weak, and whelm'd beneath the storms of Fate, Thy house is left unto thee defolate; Though thy proud stones in cumb'rous ruin fall, And seas of sand o’er-top thy mouldering wall; Yet shall the Muse to Fancy's ardent view Each shadowy trace of faded pomp renew : And as the Seer (3) on Pisgah's topmost brow With glistening eye beheld the plain below, With prescient ardour drank the scented gale, And bade the opening glades of Canaan hail;

(3) Moscs.

Her eagle-eye shall fean the prospect wide, '*"
From Carmel's cliffs to Almotana's tide; (4)
The Ainty waste, the cedar-tufted hill, ".
The liquid health of smooth Ardeni's rill;
The grot, where, by the watch-fire's ev'ning blaze, (5)
The robber riots, or the hermit prays;
Or where the tempest-rives the hoary stone,
The wintry top of giant Lebanon.

Fierce, hardy, proud, in conscious freedom bold,
Those formy seats the warrior Druses hold ; (6)
From Norman blood their lofty line they trace,
Their lion courage proves their generous race.
They, only they, while all around them kneel
In fullen homage to the Thracian feel,
Teach their pale despot's wáning moon to fear in
The patriot terrors of the mountain fpear.

Yes, valorous chiefs, while yet your fabres shine, The native guard of feeble Palestine, a O ever thus, by no vain boaft dismay'd, Defend the birthright of the cedar shade! What though no more for you th' obedient gale . Swells the white bofom of the Tyrian fail ;

ị (4) Almotana is the oriental name for the Dead Sea, as Ardeni is for Jordan.

(5) The mountains of Palestine are full of caverns, which are generally occupied in one or other of the methods here mentioned.

(6) The untameable spirit, feodal customs, and affection for Europeans, which distinguish this extraordinary race, who boast themselves to be a remnant of the Crusaders, are well described in Pagees.

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