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The shepherd-swain of whom I mention The wight, whose tales these artless made,

lines unfold, On Scotia's mountains fed his little Was all the offspring of this humble flock;

pair : The sickle, scythe, or plough, he never His birth no oracle or seer foretold : sway'd ;

No prodigy appear'd in earth or air, An honest heart was almost all his Nor aught that might a strange event stock ;

declare. His drink the living water from the You guess each circumstance of Edwin's

rock : The milky dams supplied his board, and The parent's transport, and the parent's lent

care ; Their kindly fleece to baffle winter's The gossip's prayer for wealth, and wit, shock;

and worth ; And he, though oft with dust and sweat And one long summer day of indolence besprent,

and mirth. Did guide and guard their wanderings, wheresoe'er they went.

And yet poor Edwin was no vulgar boy; From labour health, from health con

Deep thought oft seem'd to fix his infant

eye: centment springs,

Dainties he heeded not, nor gaude, nor Contentment opes the source of every

toy, joy;

Save one short pipe of rudest minstrelsy. He envied not, he never thought of,

Silent, when glad; affectionate, though kings;

shy; Nor from those appetites sustain'd

And now his look was most demurely annoy,

sad, That chance may frustrate, or indul.

And now he laugh'd aloud, yet none gence cloy :

knew why; Nor Fate his calm and humble hopes

The neighbours star'd and sigh'd, yet beguilid;

bless'd the lad; He mourn'd no recreant friend, nor Some deem'd him wondrous wise, and mistiess coy,

some believ'd him mad. For on his vows the blameless Phoebe

smild, And her alone he lov'd, and lov'd her from But why should I his childish feats disa child.


Concourse, and noise, and toil he ever No jealousy their dawn of love o'ercast, Nor blasted were their wedded days Nor card to mingle in the clamorous with strife ;

fray Each season, look'd delightful, as it Of squabbling imps, but to the forest past,

sped, To the fond husband, and the faithful Or roam'd at large the lonely moun.

tain's head ; Beyond the lowly vale of shepherd life Or, where the maze of some bewilder'd They never roam'd; secure beneath the


To deep untrodden groves his footsteps Which in ambition's lofty land is rise,

led, Where peace and love are canker'd by There would he wander wild, till the worm

Phoebus' beam, Of pride, each bud of joy industrious to Shot from the western cliff, releas'd the deform

weary team.

fled ;




Th' exploit of strength, dexterity, or What dreadful pleasure! there to stand speed,

sublime, To him nor vanity nor joy could bring: Like shipwreck'd mariner on desert His heart, from cruel sport estrang'd, coast, would bleed

And view th' enormous waste of vapour To work the woe of any living thing, tost By trap or net, by arrow or by sling; In billows, lengthening to th' horizon These he detested, those he scorn'd to round, wield;

Now scoop'd in gulfs, with mountains He wish'd to be the guardian, not the now emboss'd! king,

And hear the voice of mirth and song Tyrant far less, or traitor of the field : rebound, And sure the sylvan reign unbloody joy Flocks, herds, and waterfalls, along the might yield.

hoar profound ! Lo! where the stripling, wrapt in won. In truth he was a strange and wayward der, roves


(scene : Beneath the precipice o'erhung with Fond of each gentle, and each dreadful pine ;

In darkness, and in storm, he found And sees, on high, amidst th' encircling delight; groves,

Nor less, than when on ocean-wave From cliff to cliff the foaming torrents shine :

The southern sun diffus'd his dazzling While waters, woods, and winds, in

shene, concert join,

Even sad vicissitude amus'd his soul : And Echo swells the chorus to the

And if a sigh would sometimes inter. skies.

vene, Would Edwin this majestic scene resign And down his cheek a tear of pity roll, For aught the huntsman's puny craft A sigh, a tear so sweet, he wish'd not to supplies?

control. Ah ! no : he better knows great Nature's charms to prize.

EDWIN'S MEDITATIONS IN And oft he trac'd the uplands, to survey,

AUTUMN. When o'er the sky advanc'd the kind. ling dawn,

“O YE wild groves, O where is now The crimson cloud, blue main, and

your bloom !" mountain gray,

(The Muse interprets thus his tender And lake, dim gleaming on the smoky thought) lawn;

“Your flowers, your verdure, and your Far to the west the long long vale with- balmy gloom, drawn,

Of late so grateful in the hour of Where twilight loves to linger for a drought !

[fawn, Why do the birds, that song and rapture And now he faintly kens the bounding brought

And villager abroad at early toil. - To all your bowers, their mansions now But lo! the sun appears ! and heaven, forsake? earth, ocean, smile.

Ah! why has fickle chance this ruin

wrought ? And oft the craggy cliff he lov'd to For now the storm howls mournful climb,

through the brake, When all in mist the world below was And the dead foliage flies in many a lost :

shapeless flake.


rocks away

“Where now the rill, melodious, pure, “Shall I be left abandon'd in the dust, and cool,

When Fate, relenting, lets the flower And meads, with life, and mirth, and revive, beauty crown'd!

Shall Nature's voice, to man alone Ah! see, th' unsightly slime, and slug. unjust, gish pool,

Bid him, though doom'd to perish, hope Have all the solitary vale imbrown'd; to live? Fled each fair form, and mute each Is i: for this fair Virtue oft must strive melting sound,

With disappointment, penury, and The raven croaks forlorn on naked

pain ?spray:

No: Heaven's immortal spring shall And, hark! the river, bursting every

yet arrive mound,

And man's majestic beauty bloom again, Down the vale thunders; and with Bright through th' eternal year of Love's wasteful sway,

triumphant reign." Uproots the grove, and rolls the shatter'd

This truth sublime his simple sire had

taught, “Yet such the destiny of all on In sooth, 't was almost all the shepherd earth;

knew, So flourishes and fades majestic man! No subtle nor superfluous lore he Fair is the bud his vernal morn brings sought, forth,

Nor ever wish'd his Edwin to pursue :And fostering gales a while the nursling “Let man's own sphere” (quoth he) fan :

confine his view; O smile, ye heavens, serene ; ye mil- Be man's peculiar work his sole delight." dews wan,

And much, and oft, he warn'd him to Ye blighting whirlwinds, spare his eschew balmy prime,

Falsehood and guile, and aye maintain Nor lessen of his life the little span : the right, Borne on the swift, though sient wings By pleasure unseduc'd, unaw'd by lawless of Time,

might. Old age comes on apace to ravage all the clime.

“And from the prayer of Want, and

plaint of Woe, “ And be it so.

Let those deplore O never, never turn away thine ear; their doom,

Forlorn in this bleak wilderness below, Whose hope still grovels in this dark Ah! what were man, should Heaven sojourn:

refuse to hear : But lofty souls, who look beyond the To others do (the law is not severe) tomb,

What to thyself thou wishest to be done • Can smile at Fate, and wonder how Forgive thy foes ; and love thy pareats they mourn


(alone ; Shall spring to these sad scenes no more And friends, and native land; nor those return?

All human wcal and woe learn thou to Is yonder wave the sun's eternal make thine own.”

bed :Soon shall the orient with new lustre burn,

MORNING. And spring shall soon her vital influence shed,

But who the melodies of morn can tell ? Again attune the grove, again adorn the The wild-brook babbling down the mead.

mountain side,

'gan creep


The lowing herd; the sheepfold's simple To haunted stream, remote from man bell ;

he hied, The pipe of early shepherd dim descried Where Fays of yore their revels wont In the lone vailey; echoing far and wide to keep; The clamorous horn along the cliffs And there let Fancy roam at large, till above;

sleep The hollow murmur of the ocean-tide ; A vision brought to his entranced sight. The hum of bees, and linnet's lay of And first, a wildly-murmuring wind

love, And the full choir that wakes the universal Shrill to his ringing ear; then tapers grove.


With instantaneous gleam, illumed the The cottage-curs at early pilgrim bark; vault of Night. Crown'd with her pail the tripping milkmaid sings;

Anon in view a portal's blazon'd arch The whistling ploughman stalks afield;

Arose; the trumpet bids the valves unand, hark?

And forth a host of little warriors march, Down the rough slope the ponderous

Grasping the diamond lance, and targe wagon rings;

of gold. Thro rustling corn the hare astonish'd

Their look was gentle, their demeanour springs;


bold, Slow tolls the village-clock the drowsy The partridge bursts away on whirring

And green their helms, and green their

silk attire. wings ;

And here and there, right venerably old, Deep mourns the turtle in sequester'd

The long-robed minstrels wake the bower, And shrill lark carols clear from her aërial and some with mellow breath the martial

warbling wire, tower.

pipe inspire. With merriment, and song, and tim.


A troop of dames from myrtle bowers WHEN the long-sounding curfew from advance : afar

[gale, The little warriors doff the targe and Loaded with loud lament the lonely spear, Young Edwin, lighted by the evening And loud enlivening strains provoke the star,

dance. Lingering and listening wander'd down They meet, they dart away, they wheel the vale.

askance There would he dream of graves,

and To right, to left, they thrid the flying corses pale ;

maze ; And ghosts, that to the charnel-dungeon Now bound aloft with vigorous spring, throng,

then glance And drag a length of clanking chain, Rapid along; with many-colour'd rays and wai.

Of tapers, gems, and gold, the echoing Till silenced by the owl's terrific song, forests blaze. Or blast that shrieks by fits the shuddering aisles along.

THE HUMBLE WISH. Or when the setting moon, in crimson died,

LET vanity adorn the marble tomb Hung o'er the dark and melancholy With trophies, rhymes, and scutcheons deep.

of renown,

In the deep dungeon of some gothic To joy each heightening charm it can dome,

impart, Where night and desolation ever frown.

But wraps the hour of woe in tenfold Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the night. down ;

And often, when no real ills affright, Where the green grassy turf is all I Its visionary fiends, and endless train, crave,

Assail with equal or superior might, With here and there a violet bestrown, And through the throbbing heart, and Fast by a brook, or fountain's murmur. dizzy brain, ing wave;

And shivering nerves, shoot stings of And many an evening sunshine sweetly

more than mortal pain. on my grave.

And yet, alas ! the real ills of life And thither let the village swain repair; Claim the full vigour of a mind preAnd, light of heart the village maiden

pared, gay,

Prepared for patient, long, laborious To deck with flowers her half-disheveld

strife, hair,

Its guide Experience, and Truth its And celebrate the merry morn of May; guard. There let the shepherd's pipe the live- We fare on earth as other men have long day,

(woe ; fared : Fill all the grove with love's bewitching Were they successful ? Let not us And when mild evening comes with despair. mantle gray,

Was disappointment oft their sole Let not the blooming band make haste


Yet shall their tale instruct, if it declare No ghost nor spell my long and last abode How they have borne the load ourselves shall know.

are doom'd to bear.

to go,


CHILDHOOD. I CANNOT blame thy choice (the Sage replied),

But hail, ye mighty masters of the lay, For soft and smooth are fancy's flowery Nature's true sons, the friends of man ways.

and truth! And yet even there, if left without a Whose song, sublimely sweet, serenely guide,

gay, The young adventurer unsafely plays. Amused my childhood, and informid Eyes dazzled long by fiction's gaudy

my youth. rays,

O let your spirit still my bosom soothe, In modest truth no light nor beauty find. Inspire my dreams, and my wild wanAnd who, my child, would trust the

derings guide! meteor-blaze,

Your voice each rugged path of life can That soon must fail, and leave the smooth; wanderer blind,

For well I know, wherever ye reside, More dark and helpless far, than if it There harmony, and peace, and innocence, ne'er had shined?

abide. Fancy enervates, while it soothes, the Ah me! abandon'd on the lonesome heart,

plain, And, while it dazzles, wounds the As yet poor Edwin never knew your mental sight:


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