474 Farewell Eliza! sacred be thy rest May flow'rs around thee shed their sweet perfume; And friends, and willows weep around thy tomb. PHILANDER. On returning "a series of discourses on the christian revelation received in connexion with the modern astronomy, by Thomas Chalmers, minister of the Trin. Church, Glasgow." On the bright beam of a resplendant sun* To see this champion wrest his fav'rite theme, Hail blest astronomy!-by thee we rise, But from this height of telescopick range, *Newton's system. This the grand aim of Chalmers to impressNo pow'r so large-but God preserves the less. PHILANDER. The Spring-or force of Supersiition. I never pass yon spring so gay, And skirted round with flowers so fair, But what I start and go away, As if some ghost stood sentry there, And strange it is, this self same spring His anthem from some neighboring tree. And it is pleasant to sit down Beside the margin of the stream, And see the chimnies of the town Pour forth their smoke to morning's beam A curious concert 'tis to hear The chariot o'er the pavement rattle, And could I but give up my creed, Now wherefore should you fear to be O stranger, I will tell to thee, And call me coward if you dare. And laugh'd and cried, I knew not why, My infant bosom did not know Whene'er I storm'd in childish wrath, And back the truant urchin bring-- Bethought her now of every tale Once by the spring, I saw her sit I knew her, 'twas the very same; I heard her in a raving fit Mutter strange things and call your name. And since though reason makes me stout I see the old witch peeping out From every bush and bramble there. Attend ye mothers to my verse, The tales of many an idle nurse END OF VOL. V. |