. A actual exhibition of the principles themselves, and a uniform recognition of their supreme importance;-it is by a parental conduct, steadily manifesting the conviction, that, with every proper attention to the acquirements, the accomplishments, and the comforts of life, the chief concern of moral beings relates to the life which is to come. domestic society, bound together by these principles, can retire, as it were, from the haunts of men, and retreat within a sanctuary where the storms of the world cannot enter. When thus met together in the interchange of mutual affections and mutual confidence, they presont the anticipation of that period, when, after the tumults of life are over, they shall meet again 'no wanderer lost, a family in heaven.""-Abercrombie's Moral Feelings. O THOU dread Power, who reign'st above, I know Thou wilt me hear, When for this scene of peace and love The hoary sire-the mortal stroke And show what good men are. Their hope, their stay, their darling youth, Bless him, thou God of love and truth, Up to a parent's wish! The beauteous, seraph sister-band, With earnest tears I pray, Thou know'st the snares on every hand, Guide Thou their steps alway! When soon or late they reach that coast, May they rejoice, no wanderer lost, 1. I am not aware that any writer previous to Burns put this beautiful idea in the same light; but since his time it has been re-echoed by many, and it is indeed so striking that it is not likely to BURNS. be forgotten. Dr. Arnold, in one of his letters, I think, speaks of " the blessing of a whole household transplanted entire from earth to heaven without one failure." [ 399 ] INDEX TO THE FIRST LINES. Page A hundred fathoms, one and all, below the earth we dwell A mist was driving down the British Channel A spade a rake! a hoe! A thousand miles from land are we A vessel sailed from Albion's shore Away ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of roses! A wish (I mind its power) A white sail gleaming on the flood Ah! what pleasant visions haunt me All are architects of Fate All hail! thou noble land All now is vanished. Virtue sole survives All's for the best! be sanguine and cheerful And this place my forefathers made for man! 374 340 395 And thou hast walked about (how strange a story!) An Orpheus! an Orpheus! he works on the crowd Arouse thee, Soul! Attend, all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise Beautiful, sublime, and glorious Beauteous Isle, and plenteous!. 104 Burg Niedeck is a mountain in Alsace, high and strong But are ye sure the news is true? But what strange art, what magic can dispose Child of the sun! pursue thy rapturous flight Children we are all of one Great Father, in whatever clime Come, messmates! 'tis time to hoist our sail Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear 297 389 50 251 177 253 74 Emblem of eternity, unbeginning, endless sea! England, with all thy faults I love thee still 152 64 Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky! 309 Fired at first sight, with what the muse imparts Great men have been among us, hands that penned Hail beauteous stranger of the grove! Happy Britannia! where the Queen of Arts He ne'er had seen one earthly night Ho! brother, I'm a Britisher Hope! lively cheerer of the mind Hope, when I mourn with sympathising mind I am monarch of all I survey I ask not for his lineage. I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers I climbed the dark brow of the mighty Hellvellyn I see before me the gladiator lie 39 I, to herd with narrow foreheads, vacant of our glorious gains 169 I'm very glad the spring is come, the sun shines out so bright Inland, within a hollow vale, I stood. 104 In the tempest of life when the wave and the gale Is this a time to be cloudy and sad It is summer! it is summer! how beautiful it looks It was a summer's evening. 255 259 12 It was when from Spain across the main, the Cid had come Much would it please you sometimes to explore. My boy, thou wilt dream the world is fair My God, I heard this day My own age! my own age Nature never did betray the heart that loved her Night is the time for rest Now gentle gales, fanning their odoriferous wings O how canst thou renounce the boundless store. Oh! call my brother back to me! Oh for the coming of that glorious time |