Oh no, never dream it—while good men despair Between tyrants and traitors, and timid men bow, Never think, for an instant, thy country can spare Such a light from her darkening horizon as thou. With a spirit, as meek as the gentlest of those To the top cliffs of Fortune, and breasted her storm; With an ardour for liberty, fresh as, in youth, It first kindles the bard and gives life to his lyre; Yet mellow'd, ev'n now, by that mildness of truth, Which tempers, but chills not, the patriot fire; With an eloquence-not like those rills from a height, Which sparkle, and foam, and in vapour are o'er; But a current, that works out its way into light Through the filtering recesses of thought and of lore. Thus gifted, thou never canst sleep in the shade; Yet think how to Freedom thou'rt pledg'd by thy Name. Like the boughs of that laurel, by Delphi's decree, Are by Liberty claim'd for the use of her Shrine. MY BIRTH-DAY. "My birth-day”—what a different sound When first our scanty years are told, How hard that chain will press at last. Who said* 66 were he ordain'd to run "His long career of life again, "He would do all that he had done." Ah, 'tis not thus the voice, that dwells In sober birth-days, speaks to me; * FONTENELLE. tout ce que j'ai fait." "Si je recommençais ma carrière, je ferai Far otherwise-of time it tells, That cross'd my pathway, for his star.- The' imperfect picture o'er again, With pow'r to add, retouch, efface The lights and shades, the joy and pain, How little of the past would stay! How quickly all should melt away All-but that Freedom of the Mind, Which hath been more than wealth to me; Those friendships, in my boyhood twin'd, And kept till now unchangingly; And that dear home, that saving ark, Where Love's true light at last I've found, Cheering within, when all grows dark, And comfortless, and stormy round! FANCY. THE more I've view'd this world, the more I've found, That, fill'd as 'tis with scenes and creatures rare, Fancy commands, within her own bright round, A world of scenes and creatures far more fair. Nor is it that her power can call up there A single charm, that's not from Nature won, - Will, entering in the rounded rain-drop, make |