When comes again the natal hour,

Shall on heaven-wandering feet

In undecaying youth,

Spring to the blessed seat;

Where round the fields of Truth

The fiery Essences for ever feed;
And o'er the ambrosial mead,
The breezes of serenity

Silent and soothing glide for ever by.

8.

There, Priest of Nature! dost thou shine,

NEWTON! a King among the Kings divine.
Whether with harmony's mild force,

He guides along its course

The axle of some beauteous star on high;

Or gazing in the spring

Ebullient with creative energy,

Feels his pure breast with rapturous joy possest, Inebriate in the holy ecstasy!

I

9.

may not call thee mortal then, my soul! Immortal longings lift thee to the skies: Love of thy native home inflames thee now, With pious madness wise.

Know then thyself! expand thy wings divine! Soon mingled with thy fathers thou shalt shine A star amid the starry throng,

A God the Gods among.

1801.

The Retrospect.

THE RETROSPECT.

As on I journey through the vale of years,
By hopes enliven'd, or deprest by fears,
Allow me, Memory, in thy treasured store,
To view the days that will return no more.
And yes! before thine intellectual ray,
The clouds of mental darkness melt away!
As when, at earliest day's awakening dawn
The hovering mists obscure the dewy lawn,
O'er all the landscape spread their influence chill,
Hang o'er the vale, and wood, and hide the hill;
Anon, slow-rising, comes the orb of day,

Slow fade the shadowy mists and roll away,
The prospect opens on the traveller's sight,

And hills and vales and woods reflect the living light.