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Then day's bright star with blunted rays
Seems struggling through the sea-fog pale, And doubtful in the heavy haze
Is dimly seen the nearing sail; Till from the land a fresher gale
Disperses the white mist, and clear, As melts away the gauzy veil,
The sun-reflecting waves appear; So brighter genuine virtue seems to rise From Envy's dark invidious calumnies. What glories on the sun attend,
When the full tides of evening flow, Where in still-changing beauty blend
With amber light the opal's glow;
Rises in virgin lustre bright;
A partial line of trembling light
Of waves that in the tempest rise, The fallen cliff, the shatter'd wreck,
The howling blast, the sufferer's cries; For soft the breeze of evening sighs,
And murmuring seems in Fancy's ear
That tributary waters bear
What endless swarms of creatures hide
These providential instincts guide,
And bid them know the annual tide,
When from unfathom'd waves, that swell Beyond Fuego's stormy side,
They come, to cheer the tribes that dwell In Boreal climes; and through his half year's night Give to the Lapland savage food and light.
From cliffs that pierce the northern sky,
Where eagles rear their sanguine brood, With long awaiting patient eye,
Baffled by many a sailing cloud, The Highland native marks the flood,
Till bright the quickening billows roll, And hosts of seabirds, clamouring loud,
Track with wild wing the welcome shoal, Swift o'er the animated current sweep, And bear their silver captives from the deep.
Sons of the North! your streamy vales
With no rich sheaves rejoice and sing ; Her flowery robe no fruit conceals,
Though sweetly smile your tardy spring ; Yet every mountain, clothed with ling,
Doth from its purple brow survey Your busy sails, that ceaseless bring
To the broad frith and sheltering bay Riches, by Heaven's parental power supplied, The harvest of the far embracing tide.
And where those fractured mountains lift
O'er the blue wave their towering crest, Each salient ledge and hollow cleft
To sea fowl give a rugged nest. VOL. I.
But with instinctive love is dress'd
The Eider's downy cradle; where
Devotes, and, with maternal care
From heights, whence shuddering sense recoils,
And cloud-capp'd headlands, steep and bare, Sons of the North! your venturous toils
Collect your poor and scanty fare. Urged by imperious Want, you dare
Scale the loose cliff where gannets hide, Or, scarce suspended, in the air
Hang perilous; and thus provide The soft voluptuous couch, which not secures To Luxury's pamper'd minions sleep like yours..
Revolving still, the waves that now
Just ripple on the level shore
Or half congeal’d, mid ice rocks hoar,
Or have, by currents swift, convey'd To the cold coast of Labrador
The relics of the tropic shade; And to the wondering Esquimaux have shown Leaves of strange shape,and fruits unlike their own.
No more then let the incurious say,
No change this world of water shows, But as the tides the moon obey,
Or tempests rave, or calms repose.
Show them, its bounteous breast bestows
On myriads life; and bid them see In every wave that circling flows
Beauty and use and harmonyWorks of the Power Supreme, who pour'd the flood Round the green peopled earth, and call'd it good!
THE gorse is yellow on the heath,
The banks with speedwell flowers are gay,
The silver wreath of May.
The swallow, too is come at last;
And hail'd her as she pass’d. Come, summer visitant, attach
To my reed roof your nest of clay, And let my ear your music catch, Low twittering underneath the thatch
At the gray dawn of day.
The Hindostani woods among,
Translate the wild bird's song.
I wish I did his power possess,
That I might learn, fleet bird, from thee, What our vain systems only guess, And know from what wide wilderness
You came across the sea.
I would a little while restrain
Your rapid wing that I might hear Whether on clouds, that bring the rain, You sail'd above the western main,
The wind your charioteer. In Afric does the sultry gale
Through spicy bower and palmy grove Bear the repeated cuckoo's tale? Dwells there a time the wandering quail,
Or the itinerant dove ? Were you in Asia ? 0, relate
If there your fabled sister's woes
Her nuptials with the rose.
The vast and pathless ocean o'er, * You ply again those pinions strong, And come to build anew among
The scenes you left before; But if, as colder breezes blow,
Prophetic of the waning year, You hide, though none know when or how, In the cliff's excavated brow,
And linger torpid here;