Marks the clear spring, or bubbling rill. The farmer's mansion rises mid his trees; Thence, o'er his fields the master's watchful eye Surveys the whole. He sees his flocks, his herds, (Excluded from the grain-built cone; all else, While rigid Winter reigns, their free domain!) Range through the pastures, crop the tender root, Or climbing heights abrupt, search careful out, The welcome herb,-now prematurely sprung Through half-thawed earth. Beside him spreading elms His friendly barrier from th' invading north, Contrast their shields defensive with the willow, Whose flexile drapery sweeps his rustic lawn. Before him lie his vegetable stores, His garden, orchards, meadows-all his hopes- Soon too, the hum of busy man shall wake Here blooms the laurel on the rugged breaks, Umbrageous, verdant, through the circling year His bushy mantle scorning winds or snows. While there-two ample streams confluent grace Complete the picture-animate the whole! Broad o'er the plain the Susquehanna rolls His rapid waves far sounding as he comes. Through many a distant clime and verdant vale, Of Pennsylvania's affluent domain. A thousand springy caverns yield their rills, Augmenting still his force. The torrent grows, Spreads deep and wide, till braving all restraint Ev'n mountain ridges feel the imperious press; Forced from their ancient rock-bound basethey leave Their monumental sides, erect, to guard The pass-and tell to future days, and years, The conqueror flood holds on his course, Till circling yonder mead--he yields his name. Nor proudly, Susquehanna! boast thy gain, To swell the nobler name of CHESAPEAKE! S. H. Octorara. TO MY GLASS. I HAVE lov'd thee, dearly lov'd thee, Ten long years, to banish sorrow, Play nor business could not charm me When unhallow'd hands have touch'd thee, ORLANDO. "THERE'S NOTHING TRUE BUT HEAVEN." THIS world is but a silly stage, Illusions through it glancing; The hopes of youth, the fears of age, The light that gleams o'er hero's swords There's nothing bright but dancing! Poor mortals! in a world of pain, Their sorrow still enhancing— Who break their heart for love or gain, ORLANDO. SAPPHIC IMITATION OF OTIUM DIVOS. ADDRESS TO MY FRIEND, J. D. ESQ. EASE is the pray'r of solitary trav❜ler, Tavern afar off. Notes by Dennie. The classical reader, after perusing this line, will perceive that the poet has, with the dexterity of some drivers, contrived to produce a sort of jolt, in his rapid career. The hemistich "rattles in a mail-stage" may be arranged with the Quadrupedante putrem sonitu quatit ungula campum of VIRGIL. P |