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Ah! had they been of court or city breed, Such delicacy were right marvellous indeed.
LIII. Oft when the winter-storm had ceased to rave, He roam'd the snowy waste at even, to view The cloud stupendous, from the Atlantic wave High towering, sail along the horizon blue: Where, 'midst the changeful scenery ever new, Fancy a thousand wondrous forms descries, More wildly great than ever pencil drew, Rocks, torrents, gulfs, and shapes of giant size; And glittering cliffs on cliffs, and fiery ramparts risé.
Thence musing onward to the sounding shore, The lone enthusiast oft would take his way, Listening with pleasing dread to the deep roar Of the wide-weltering waves. In black array When sulphurous clouds roll'd on the vernal day, Ev'n then he hasten'd from the haunt of man, Along the trembling wilderness to stray, What time the lightning's fierce career began, And o'er Heaven's rending arch the rattling thunder ran.
In sprightly dance the village youth were join'd,
From the rude gambol far remote reclined,
Soothed with the soft notes warbling in the wind. Ah then, all jollity seem'd noise and folly.
To the pure soul by Fancy's fire refined, Ah what is mirth but turbulence unholy, When with the charm compared of heavenly melancholy!
Is there a heart that music cannot melt?
He needs not woo the Muse; he is her scorn.
For Edwin, Fate a nobler doom had plann'd :
For this of time and culture is the fruit;
Thus on the chill Lapponian's dreary land, For many a long month lost in snow profound, When Sol from Cancer sends the season bland, And in their northern cave the storms are bound From silent mountains, straight, with startling sound, Torrents are hurl'd; green hills emerge; and lo, The trees with foliage, cliffs with flowers are crown'd; Pure rills, through vales of verdure, warbling go; And wonder, love, and joy, the peasant's heart o'er flow.*
Here pause, my Gothie lyre, a little while.
I only wish to please the gentle mind,
Whom Nature's charms inspire, and love of human
Spring and autumn are hardly known to the Laplanders. About the time the sun enters Cancer, their fields, which a week before were covered with snow, appear on a sudden full of grass and flowers-Scheffer's History of Lapland, p. 16.
THE PROGRESS OF GENIUS.
BY JAMES BEATTIE, L. L. D..
OF chance or change O let not man complain; Else shall he never, never cease to wail: For, from th' imperial dome, to where the swain Rears the lone cottage in the silent dale, All feel th' assault of Fortune's fickle gale; Art, empire, earth itself, to change are doom'd; Earthquakes have raised to heaven the humble vale, And gulfs the mountain's mighty mass entomb'd, And, where th' Atlantic rolls, wide continents have bloom'd.*
But sure to foreign climes we need not
But spare, O Time, whate'er of mental grace,
Whate'er of fancy's ray, or friendship's flame, is mine.
See Plato's Timeus.
So I, obsequious to Truth's dread command, Shall here, without reluctance, change my lay, And smite the Gothic lyre with harsher hand; Now when I leave that flowery path for aye Of childhood, where I sported many a day, Warbling and sauntering carelessly along; Where every face was innocent and gay, Each vale romantic, tuneful every tongue, Sweet, wild, and artless all, as Edwin's infant song.
"Perish the lore that deadens young desire," Is the soft tenor of my song no more.
Edwin, though loved of Heaven, must not aspire To bliss, which mortals never knew before. On trembling wings let youthful fancy soar, Nor always haunt the sunny realms of joy; But now and then the shades of life explore, Though many a sound and sight of woe annoy, And many a qualm of care his rising hopes destroy.
Vigor from toil, from trouble patience grows. The weakly blossom, warm in summer bower, Some tints of transient beauty may disclose; But, ah! it withers in the chilling hour. Mark yonder oaks! Superior to the power Of all the warring winds of heaven they rise, And from the stormy promontory tower, And toss their giant arms amid the skies, While each assailing blast increase of strength supplies.
And now the downy cheek and deepen'd voice