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Though Liberty shall soon, indignant, raise Red on the hills his beacon's comet blaze; Bid from on high his lonely cannon sound, And on ten thousand hearths his shout rebound; His larum-bell from village-tower to tower Swing on the astounded ear its dull undying roar; Yet, yet rejoice, though Pride's perverted ire Rouze Hell's own aid, and wrap thy hills on fire! Lo! from the innocuous flames, a lovely birth, With its own Virtues springs another earth: Nature, as in her prime, her virgin reign Begins, and Love and Truth compose her train; While, with a pulseless hand, and stedfast gaze, Unbreathing Justice her still beam surveys.

Oh give, great God, to Freedom's waves to ride Sublime o'er Conquest, Avarice, and Pride, To sweep where Pleasure decks her guilty bowers And dark Oppression builds her thick-ribbed

towers!

-Give them, beneath their breast while gladness

springs,

To brood the nations o'er with Nile-like wings;
And grant that every sceptred Child of clay,

Who cries, presumptuous, "here their tides shall

stay,"

Swept in their anger from the affrighted shore, With all his creatures sink-to rise no more!

To night, my friend, within this humble cot Be the dead load of mortal ills forgot! Renewing, when the rosy summits glow At morn, our various journey, sad and slow.

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THE FEMALE VAGRANT.

My Father was a good and pious man,
An honest man by honest parents bred,
And I believe that, soon as I began
To lisp, he made me kneel beside my bed,
And in his hearing there my prayers I said:
And afterwards, by my good father taught,
I read, and loved the books in which I read;
For books in every neighbouring house I sought,
And nothing to my mind a sweeter pleasure brought.

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Can I forget what charm did once adorn

My garden, stored with pease, and mint, and thyme,
And rose, and lily, for the sabbath morn?
The sabbath bells, and their delightful chime;
The gambols and wild freaks at shearing time;
My hen's rich nest through long grass scarce espied;
The cowslip-gathering in June's dewy prime;

The swans, that, when I sought the water-side, From far to meet me came, spreading their snowy

pride?

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The staff I yet remember which upbore
The bending body of my active Sire;
His seat beneath the honeyed sycamore

Where the bees hummed, and chair by winter fire;
When market-morning came, the neat attire
With which, though bent on haste, myself I decked;
My watchful dog, whose starts of furious ire,
When stranger passed, so often I have checked;
The red-breast known for years, which at my case-
ment pecked.

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The suns of twenty summers danced along,
Ah! little marked how fast they rolled away:
But, through severe mischance, and cruel wrong,
My father's substance fell into decay;

We toiled, and struggled―hoping for a day
When Fortune should put on a kinder look;
But vain were wishes efforts vain as they :

He from his old hereditary nook

Must part, the summons came, our final leave

we took.

It was indeed a miserable hour

When from the last hill-top, my sire surveyed,
Peering above the trees, the steeple tower
That on his marriage day sweet music made!
Till then, he hoped his bones might there be laid,
Close by my mother in their native bowers;
Bidding me trust in God, he stood and prayed, —
I could not pray:-through tears that fell in showers,
Glimmered our dear-loved home, alas! no longer

ours!

There was a youth whom I had loved so long,
That when I loved him not I cannot say.
'Mid the green mountains many and many a song
We two had sung, like gladsome birds in May.
When we began to tire of childish play

We seemed still more and more to prize each other;
We talked of marriage and our marriage day;

And I in truth did love him like a brother,

For never could I hope to meet with such another.

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Two years were passed since to a distant town

He had repaired to ply the artist's trade.

What tears of bitter grief till then unknown!

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