O fools! to think that ever foe Should triumph o'er that sea-girt land! O fools! to think that ever Britain's sons Should wear the stranger's yoke! For not in vain hath Nature rear'd On come her gallant mariners! What now avail Rome's boasted charms? Where are the Spaniard's vaunts of eager wrath ? His hopes of conquest now? And hark! the angry Winds arise, Old Ocean heaves his angry Waves; The Winds and Waves, against the invaders fight To guard the sea-girt land. Howling around his palace-towers The Spanish despot hears the storm; He thinks upon his navies far away, And boding doubts arise. Long, over Biscay's boisterous surge The watchman's aching eye shall strain ! Long shall he gaze, but never wing'd bark Shall bear good tidings home. Westbury, 1798. ST. BARTHOLOMEW'S DAY. THE night is come, no fears disturb They trust in kingly faith and kingly oaths, Go to the palace, would'st thou know Eye is not closed in those accursed walls, The Monarch from the window leans, And with a horrible and eager hope Oh he has Hell within him now! For innocence can never know such pangs He looks abroad, and all is still. Sounds through the silence of the night alone,.. Thy hand is on him, righteous God! He hears the glorying yells of massacre, He hears the murderer's savage shout, He hears the groan of death; In vain they fly,.. soldiers defenceless now, Women, old men, and babes. Righteous and just art thou, O God! Those shrieks and groans re-echoed in his ear, They throng'd around his midnight couch, The phantoms of the slain; . It prey'd like poison on his powers of life; Righteous art thou, O God! Spirits who suffer'd at that hour Ye saw your country bent beneath the yoke, And like a giant from his sleep Ye saw the people burst their double chain, Westbury, 1798. THE HOLLY TREE. 1. O READER! hast thou ever stood to see The eye that contemplates it well perceives Order'd by an intelligence so wise, As might confound the Atheist's sophistries. 2. Below, a circling fence, its leaves are seen No grazing cattle through their prickly round But as they grow where nothing is to fear, 3. I love to view these things with curious eyes, And in this wisdom of the Holly Tree Wherewith perchance to make a pleasant rhyme, 4. Thus, though abroad perchance I might appear To those who on my leisure would intrude Gentle at home amid my friends I'd be 5. And should my youth, as youth is apt I know, Some harshness show, All vain asperities I day by day Would wear away, Till the smooth temper of my age should be 6. And as when all the summer trees are seen The Holly leaves a sober hue display Less bright than they, But when the bare and wintry woods we see, What then so cheerful as the Holly Tree? 7. So serious should my youth appear among So would I seem amid the young and More grave than they, That in my age as cheerful I might be Westbury, 1798. gay |