With what Heaven grants, and die, in peace of Long-reverenced titles cast away as weeds;
Within the bosom of his native vale. At least, whatever fate the noon of life Reserves for either, this is sure, that both Have been permitted to enjoy the dawn; Whether regarded as a jocund time, That in itself may terminate, or lead In course of nature to a sober eve.
Both have been fairly dealt with; looking back, They will allow that justice has in them Been shown, alike to body and to mind."
He paused, as if revolving in his soul Some weighty matter, then, with fervent voice And an impassioned majesty, exclaim'd, "O for the coming of that glorious time When, prizing knowledge as her noblest wealth And best protection, this imperial realm, While she exacts allegiance, shall admit An obligation, on her part, to teach Them who are born to serve her and obey; Binding herself by statute to secure For all the children whom her soil maintains The rudiments of letters, and inform The mind with moral and religious truth, Both understood and practised,--so that none, However destitute, be left to droop By timely culture unsustain'd, or run Into a wild disorder; or be forced
To drudge through weary life without the aid Of intellectual implements and tools; A savage horde among the civilized, A servile band among the lordly free! This sacred right, the lisping babe proclaims To be inherent in him, by Heaven's will, For the protection of his innocence: And the rude boy-who having overpast The sinless age, by conscience is enroll'd, Yet mutinously knits his angry brow, And lifts his wilful hand on mischief bent, Or turns the godlike faculty of speech To impious use-by process indirect
Laws overturn'd; and territory split, Like fields of ice rent by the polar wind, And forced to join in less obnoxious shapes, Which, ere they gain consistence, by a gust Of the same breath are shatter'd and destroy'd. Meantime the sovereignty of these fair isles Remains entire and indivisible:
And, if that ignorance were removed, which breeds Within the compass of their several shores Dark discontent, or loud commotion, each Might still preserve the beautiful repose Of heavenly bodies shining in their spheres.— The discipline of slavery is unknown Amongst us, hence the more do we require The discipline of virtue; order else Cannot subsist, nor confidence, nor peace. Thus, duties rising out of good possess❜d, And prudent caution needful to avert Impending evil, equally require
That the whole people should be taught and train❜d. So shall licentiousness and black resolve
Be rooted out, and virtuous habits take Their place; and genuine piety descend, Like an inheritance, from age to age.
"With such foundations laid, avaunt the fear Of numbers crowded on their native soil, To the prevention of all healthful growth Through mutual injury! Rather in the law Of increase and the mandate from above Rejoice!—and ye have special cause for joy. For as the element of air affords
An easy passage to th' industrious bees Fraught with their burdens; and a way as smooth For those ordain'd to take their sounding flight From the throng'd hive, and settle where they list In fresh abodes, their labour to renew ; So the wide waters, open to the power,
The will, the instincts, and appointed needs
Of Britain, do invite her to cast off
Her swarms, and in succession send them forth; Bound to establish new communities
Declares his due, while he makes known his need. On every shore whose aspect favours hope
This sacred right is fruitlessly announced,
This universal plea in vain address'd,
To eyes and ears of parents who themselves
Did, in the time of their necessity, Urge it in vain ; and, therefore, like a prayer That from the humblest floor ascends to heaven, It mounts to reach the state's parental ear; Who, if indeed she own a mother's heart, And be not most unfeelingly devoid Of gratitude to Providence, will grant Th' unquestionable good; which England, safe From interference of external force, May grant at leisure; without risk incurr'd That what in wisdom for herself she doth, Others shall e'er be able to undo.
Or bold adventure; promising to skill And perseverance their deserved reward. Yes," he continued, kindling as he spake, "Change wide, and deep, and silently perform'd, This land shall witness; and as days roll on, Earth's universal frame shall feel th' effect, E'en till the smallest habitable rock, Beaten by lonely billows, hear the songs Of humanized society; and bloom
With civil arts, that send their fragrance forth, A grateful tribute to all-ruling Heaven. From culture, unexclusively bestow'd
On Albion's noble race in freedom born,
Expect these mighty issues: from the pains And faithful care of unambitious schools
"Look! and behold, from Calpe's sunburnt cliffs Instructing simple childhood's ready ear: To the flat margin of the Baltic sea,
* The discovery of Dr. Bell affords marvellous facilities for carrying this into effect; and it is impossible to overrate the benefits which might accrue to humanity from the universal application of this simple engine under an enlightened and conscientious government.
Thence look for these magnificent resuits! Vast the circumference of hope; and ye Are at its centre, British lawgivers; Ah! sleep not there in shame! Shall wisdom's voice
From out the bosom of these troubled times Repeat the dictates of her calmer mind,
And shall the venerable halls ye fill Refuse to echo the sublime decree? Trust not to partial care a general good; Transfer not to futurity a work
Of urgent need. Your country must complete Her glorious destiny. Begin e'en now,
Now, when oppression, like th' Egyptian plague Of darkness, stretch'd o'er guilty Europe, makes The brightness more conspicuous that invests The happy island where ye think and act ; Now, when destruction is a prime pursuit, Show to the wretched nations for what end The powers of civil polity were given !"
Abruptly here, but with a graceful air, The sage broke off. No sooner had he ceased Than, looking forth, the gentle lady said, "Behold the shades of afternoon have fallen Upon this flowery slope; and see-beyond- The lake, though bright, is of a placid blue; As if preparing for the peace of evening. How temptingly the landscape shines! The air Breathes invitation; easy is the walk
To the lake's margin, where a boat lies moor'd Beneath her sheltering tree." Upon this hint We rose together: all were pleased, but most The beauteous girl, whose cheek was flush'd with joy.
Light as a sunbeam glides along the hills She vanished, eager to impart the scheme To her beloved brother and his shy compeer. Now was there bustle in the vicar's house And earnest preparation. Forth we went, And down the vale along the streamlet's edge Pursued our way, a broken company, Mute or conversing, single or in pairs. Thus having reach'd a bridge, that overarch'd The hasty rivulet where it lay becalm'd In a deep pool, by happy chance we saw A twofold image; on a grassy bank A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood Another and the same! Most beautiful, On the green turf, with his imperial front Shaggy and bold, and wreathed horns superb, The breathing creature stood; as beautiful, Beneath him, show'd his shadowy counterpart. Each had his glowing mountains, each his sky, And each seem'd centre of his own fair world: Antipodes unconscious of each other, Yet, in partition, with their several spheres, Blended in perfect stillness, to our sight!
"Ah! what a pity were it to disperse, Or to disturb, so fair a spectacle; And yet a breath can do it!"
These few words The lady whisper'd, while we stood and gazed Gather'd together, all, in still delight, Not without awe. Thence passing on, she said In like low voice to my particular ear, "I love to hear that eloquent old man Pour forth his meditations, and descant On human life from infancy to age. How pure his spirit! in what vivid hues His mind gives back the various forms of things, Caught in their fairest, happiest attitude! While he is speaking, I have power to see E'en as he sees; but when his voice hath ceased,
Then, with a sigh, sometimes I feel, as now, That combinations so serene and bright, Like those reflected in yon quiet pool,
Cannot be lasting in a world like ours,
To great and small disturbances exposed." More had she said, but sportive shouts were heard ; Sent from the jocund hearts of those two boys, Who, bearing each a basket on his arm, Down the green field came tripping after us.— When we had cautiously embark'd, the pair Now for a prouder service were addrest. But an inexorable law forbade,
And each resign'd the oar which he had seized. Whereat, with willing hand I undertook The needful labour; grateful task!-to me Pregnant with recollections of the time When, on thy bosom, spacious Windermere ! A youth, I practised this delightful art; Toss'd on the waves alone, or 'mid a crew Of joyous comrades. Now, the reedy marge Clear'd, with a strenuous arm I dipp'd the oar, Free from obstruction, and the boat advanced Through crystal water smoothly as a hawk, That, disentangled from the shady boughs Of some thick wood, her place of covert, cleaves With correspondent wings th' abyss of air. "Observe," the vicar said, "yon rocky isle With birch trees fringed; my hand shall guide the helm,
While thitherward we bend our course; or while We seek that other, on the western shore,-- Where the bare columns of those lofty firs, Supporting gracefully a massy dome
Of sombre foliage, seem to imitate
A Grecian temple rising from the deep."
"Turn where we may," said I," we cannot err In this delicious region." Cultured slopes, Wild tracts of forest ground, and scatter'd groves, And mountains bare or clothed with ancient woodsSurrounded us; and, as we held our way
Along the level of the glassy flood,
They ceased not to surround us: change of place, From kindred features diversely combined, Producing change of beauty ever new. Ah! that such beauty, varying in the light Of living nature, cannot be portray'd
By words, nor by the pencil's silent skill; But is the property of him alone Who hath beheld it, noted it with care, And in his mind recorded it with love! Suffice it, therefore, if the rural muse Vouchsafe sweet influence, while her poet speaks Of trivial occupations well devised, And unsought pleasures springing up by chance ; As if some friendly genius had ordain'd That, as the day thus far had been enrich'd By acquisition of sincere delight,
The same should be continued to its close.
One spirit animating old and young,
A gipsy fire we kindled on the shore
Of the fair isle with birch trees fringed; and there Merrily seated in a ring, partook
The beverage drawn from China's fragrant herb. Launch'd from our hand, the smooth stone skimm❜
With shouts we roused the echoes: stiller sounds
The lovely girl supplied, a simple song, Whose low tones reach'd not to the distant rocks To be repeated thence, but gently sank
Into our hearts, and charm'd the peaceful flood. Rapaciously we gather'd flowery spoils From land and water; lilies of each hue- Golden and white, that float upon the waves, And court the wind; and leaves of that shy plant, (Her flowers were shed,) the lily of the vale, That loves the ground, and from the sun withholds Her pensive beauty, from the breeze her sweets. Such product and such pastime did the place And season yield; but, as we re-embarked, Leaving, in quest of other scenes, the shore Of that wild spot, the solitary said
In a low voice, yet careless who might hear, "The fire, that burned so brightly to our wish, Where is it now? Deserted on the beach, It seems extinct; nor shall the fanning breeze Revive its ashes. What care we for this, Whose ends are gain'd? Behold an emblem here Of one day's pleasure, and all mortal joys! And, in this unpremeditated slight
Of that which is no longer needed, see The common course of human gratitude!"
This plaintive note disturb'd not the repose Of the still evening. Right across the lake Our pinnace moves: then, coasting creek and bay, Glades we behold, and into thickets peep, Where couch the spotted deer; or raised our eyes To shaggy steeps on which the careless goat Browsed by the side of dashing waterfalls. Thus did the bark, meandering with the shore, Pursue her voyage, till a natural pier Of jutting rock invited us to land. Alert to follow as the pastor led,
We clomb a green hill's side; and as we clomb, The valley, opening out her bosom, gave Fair prospect, intercepted less and less, Of the flat meadows and indented coast Of the smooth lake, in compass seen, far off. And yet conspicuous stood the old church tower In majesty presiding over fields
And habitations, seemingly preserved From the intrusion of a restless world,
By rocks impassable and mountains huge. Soft heath this elevated spot supplied,
Vivid as fire-clouds separately poised, Innumerable multitudes of forms Scatter'd through half the circle of the sky; And giving back, and shedding each on each With prodigal communion, the bright hues Which from the unapparent fount of glory They had imbibed, and ceased not to receive. That which the heavens display'd, the liquid deep Repeated; but with unity sublime!
While from the grassy mountain's open side We gazed, in silence hush'd, with eyes intent On the refulgent spectacle,-diffused
Through earth, sky, water, and all visible space,- The priest in holy transport thus exclaim'd:
"Eternal Spirit! universal God!
Power inaccessible to human thought,
Save by degrees and steps which thou hast deign'd To furnish; for this effluence of thyself, To the infirmity of mortal sense Vouchsafed; this local transitory type Of thy paternal splendours, and the pomp Of those who fill thy courts in highest heaven, The radiant cherubim ;-accept the thanks Which we, thy humble creatures, here convened, Presume to offer; we, who from the breast Of the frail earth, permitted to behold The faint reflections only of thy face, Are yet exalted, and in soul adore! Such as they are who in thy presence stand Unsullied, incorruptible, and drink Imperishable majesty stream'd forth From thy empyreal throne, th' elect of earth Shall be divested at th' appointed hour Of all dishonour-cleansed from mortal stain. Accomplish, then, their number; and conclude Time's weary course! Or if, by thy decree, The consummation that will come by stealth Be yet far distant, let thy word prevail, O let thy word prevail, to take away The sting of human nature. Spread the law, As it is written in thy holy book, Throughout all lands: let every nation hear The high behest, and every heart obey; Both for the love of purity, and hope Which it affords, to such as do thy will And persevere in good, that they shall rise, To have a nearer view of thee, in heaven.
And choice of moss-clad stones, whereon we couch'd Father of good! this prayer in bounty grant,
Or sate reclined-admiring quietly The general aspect of the scene; but each Not seldom over-anxious to make known His own discoveries; or to favourite points Directing notice, merely from a wish T'impart a joy, imperfect while unshared. That rapturous moment ne'er shall I forget, When these particular interests were effaced From every mind! Already had the sun, Sinking with less than ordinary state, Attain'd his western bound; but rays of light- Now suddenly diverging from the orb Retired behind the mountain tops or veil'd By the dense air-shot upwards to the crown Of the blue firmament-aloft and wide: And multitudes of little floating clouds, Ere we, who saw, of change were conscious, pierced Through their ethereal texture, had become
In mercy grant it to thy wretched sons. Then, nor till then, shall persecution cease, And cruel wars expire. The way is mark'd, The guide appointed, and the ransom paid. Alas! the nations, who of yore received These tidings, and in Christian temples meet The sacred truth t' acknowledge, linger still; Preferring bonds and darkness to a state Of holy freedom, by redeeming love Proffer'd to all, while yet on earth detain❜d.
"So fare the many; and the thoughtful few, Who in the anguish of their souls bewail This dire perverseness, cannot choose but ask, Shall it endure? Shall enmity and strife, Falsehood and guile, be left to sow their seed And the kind never perish? Is the hope Fallacious, or shall righteousness obtain A peaceable dominion, wide as earth,
And ne'er to fail? Shall that blest day arrive When they, whose choice or lot it is to dwell In crowded cities, without fear shall live Studious of inutual benefit; and he,
For you, in presence of this little band Gather'd together on the green hill side, Your pastor is imbolden'd to prefer Vocal thanksgivings to th' Eternal King;
Whom morning wakes, among sweet dews and Whose love, whose counsel, whose commands have flowers
Of every clime, to till the lonely field,
Be happy in himself? The law of faith,
Your very poorest rich in peace of thought And in good works; and him, who is endow'd
Working through love, such conquest shall it gain, With scantiest knowledge, master of all truth
Such triumph over sin and guilt achieve? Almighty Lord, thy further grace impart ! And with that help the wonder shall be seen Fulfill'd, the hope accomplish'd: and thy praise Be sung with transport and unceasing joy.
Which the salvation of his soul requires. Conscious of that abundant favour shower'd On you, the children of my humble care, And this dear land, our country while on earth We sojourn, have I lifted up my soul,
"Once," and with mild demeanour, as he spake, Joy giving voice to fervent gratitude.
On us the venerable pastor turn'd
His beaming eye that had been raised to heaven, "Once, while the name, Jehovah, was a sound Within the circuit of the seagirt isle Unheard, the savage nations bow'd the head To gods delighting in remorseless deeds; Gods which themselves had fashion'd, to promote Ill purposes, and flatter foul desires.
Then, in the bosom of yon mountain cove, To those inventions of corrupted man Mysterious rites were solemnized: and there, Amid impending rocks and gloomy woods, Of those terrific idols, some received Such dismal service, that the loudest voice Of the swoln cataracts (which now are heard Soft murmuring) was too weak to overcome, Though aided by wild winds, the groans shrieks
Of human victims, offer'd up t' appease Or to propitiate. And, if living eyes Had visionary faculties to see
The thing that hath been as the thing that is, Aghast we might behold this crystal mere Bedimm'd with smoke, in wreaths voluminous, Flung from the body of devouring fires, To Taranis erected on the heights By priestly hands, for sacrifice perform'd Exultingly, in view of open day
These barren rocks, your stern inheritance; These fertile fields, that recompense your pains; The shadowy vale, the sunny mountain top; Woods waving in the wind their lofty heads, Or hush'd; the roaring waters, and the still; They see the offering of my lifted hands- They hear my lips present their sacrifice- They know if I be silent, morn or even : For, though in whispers speaking, the full heart Will find a vent; and thought is praise to Him, Audible praise, to Thee, Omniscient Mind, From whom all gifts descend, all blessings flow!" This vesper service closed, without delay, From that exalted station to the plain Descending, we pursued our homeward course, In mute composure, o'er the shadowy lake, and Beneath a faded sky. No trace remain'd
And full assemblage of a barbarous host; Or to Andates, female power! who gave (For so they fancied) glorious victory. A few rude monuments of mountain stone Survive; all else is swept away. How bright Th' appearances of things! From such, how
Th' existing worship! and with those compared, The worshippers how innocent and blest! So wide the difference, a willing mind, At this affecting hour, might almost think That Paradise, the lost abode of man, Was raised again: and to a happy few, In its original beauty, here restored. Whence but from Thee, the true and only God, And from the faith derived through Him who bled Upon the cross, this marvellous advance Of good from evil; as if one extreme Were left-the other gain'd ?—O ye, who come To kneel devoutly in yon leverend pile, Call'd to such office by the peaceful sound Of Sabbath bells; and ye, who sleep in earth, All cares forgotten, round its hallow'd walls!
Of those celestial splendours; gray the vault, Pure, cloudless ether; and the star of eve Was wanting; but inferior lights appear'd Faintly, too faint almost for sight; and some Above the darken'd hills stood boldly forth In twinkling lustre, ere the boat attain'd Her mooring place; where to the sheltering tree Our youthful voyagers bound fast her prow, With prompt yet careful hands. This done, we
The dewy fields; but ere the vicar's door Was reach'd, the solitary check'd his steps; Then, intermingling thanks, on each bestow'd A farewell salutation,—and, the like Receiving, took the slender path that leads To the one cottage in the lonely dell; But turn'd not without welcome promise given, That he would share the pleasures and pursuits Of yet another summer's day, consumed In wandering with us through the valleys fair, And o'er the mountain wastes. "Another sun," Said he, "shall shine upon us ere we part,- Another sun, and peradventure more; If time, with free consent, is yours to give,- And season favours."
To enfeebled power, From this communion with uninjured minds, What renovation had been brought; and what Degree of healing to a wounded spirit, Dejected, and habitually disposed
To seek, in degradation of the kind, Excuse and solace for her own defects; How far those erring notions were reform'd; And whether aught, of tendency as good
And pure, from further intercourse ensued ; This (if delightful hopes, as heretofore, Inspire the serious song, and gentle hearts Cherish, and lofty minds approve the past)My future labours may not leave untold.
THE ARMENIAN LADY'S LOVE.
The subject of the following poem is from the Orlandus of
Leading such companion, I that gilded dome, Yon minarets, would gladly leave for his worst home."
"Feeling tunes your voice, fair princess!
And your brow is free from scorn, Else these words would come like mockery, Sharper than the pointed thorn." "Whence the undeserved mistrust?
the author's friend, Kenelm Henry Digby; and the Our faith hath been,-0, would that eyes could see
liberty is taken of inscribing it to him as an acknowledgement, however unworthy, of pleasure and instruction derived from his numerous and valuable writings, illustrative of the piety and chivalry of the olden time.
You have heard "a Spanish lady How she wooed an English man ;"* Hear now of a fair Armenian, Daughter of the proud soldàn;
How she loved a Christian slave, and told her pain By word, look, deed, with hope that he might love again.
"Pluck that rose, it moves my liking," Said she, lifting up her veil; "Pluck it for me, gentle gardener,
Ere it wither and grow pale."
"Princess fair, I till the ground, but may not take From twig or bed an humbler flower, e'en for your sake."
"Grieved am I, submissive Christian ! To behold thy captive state; Women in your land may pity
(May they not?) th' unfortunate."
"Yes, kind lady! otherwise man could not bear Life, which to every one that breathes is full of care."
"Worse than idle is compassion,
If it end in tears and sighs;
Thee from bondage would I rescue And from vile indignities;
Nurtured, as thy mien bespeaks, in high degree, Look up-and help a hand that longs to set thee free."
"Lady, dread the wish, nor venture
In such peril to engage;
Think how it would stir against you Your most loving father's rage;
Sad deliverance would it be, and yoked with shame, Should troubles overflow on her from whom it came."
"Generous Frank! the just in effort
Are of inward peace secure ; Hardships for the brave encounter'd, E'en the feeblest may endure:
If Almighty Grace through me thy chains unbind, My father for slave's work may seek a slave in mind."
"Princess, at this burst of goodness, My long frozen heart grows warm!" "Yet you make all courage fruitless, Me to save from chance of harm;
*See, in Percy's Reliques, that fine old ballad, "The Spanish Lady's Love;" from which poem the form of stanza, as suitable to dialogue, is adopted.
"Tempt me not, I pray; my doom is These base implements to wield; Rusty lance, I ne'er shall grasp thee, Ne'er assoil my cobwebb'd shield! Never see my native land, nor castle towers, Nor her who thinking of me there counts widow'd hours."
"Prisoner! pardon youthful fancies; Wedded? If you can, say no!-
Blessed is and be your consort;
Hopes I cherished let them go!
Handmaid's privilege would leave my purpose free, Without another link to my felicity."
"Wedded love with loyal Christians, Lady, is a mystery rare;
Body, heart, and soul in union, Make one being of a pair."
"Humble love in me would look for no return, Soft as a guiding star that cheers, but cannot burn.” "Gracious Allah! by such title
Do I dare to thank the God, Him, who thus exalts thy spirit, Flower of an unchristian sod!
Or hast thou put off wings which thou in heaven dost wear?
What have I seen, and heard, or dreamt? where am I? where ?"
Here broke off the dangerous converse:
Less impassion'd words might tell How the pair escaped together,
Tears not wanting, nor a knell
Of sorrow in her heart while through her father's
And from her narrow world, she pass'd for ever
But affections higher, holier,
Urged her steps; she shrunk from trust In a sensual creed that trampled Woman's birthright into dust.
Little be the wonder then, the blame be none, If she, a timid maid, hath put such boldness on,
Judge both fugitives with knowledge: In those old romantic days
Mighty were the soul's commandments To support, restrain, or raise.
Foes might hang upon their path, snakes rustle near,
But nothing from their inward selves had they to fear.
Thought infirm ne'er came between them, Whether printing desert sands
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