Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye
Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground?
Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will,
Those quivering wings composed, that music still!
To the last point of vision, and beyond,
Mount, daring warbler!—that love-prompted strain,
(Twixt thee and thine a never-failing bond)
Thrills not the less the bosom of the plain :
Yet might'st thou seem,1 proud privilege! to sing
All independent of the leafy spring.

Leave to the nightingale her shady wood;
A privacy of glorious light is thine;
Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood
Of harmony, with instinct more divine;
Type of the wise who soar, but never roam;
True to the kindred points of Heaven and home!
Wordsworth.

THE CATARACT AND THE STREAMLET.?
OR POWER AND GENTLENESS.

NOBLE the mountain stream,

Bursting in grandeur from its vantage-ground;3
Glory is in its gleam

Of brightness;-thunder in its deafening sound:

Mark, how its foamy spray,

Tinged by the sunbeams with reflected dyes,

Mimics the bow of day

Arching in majesty the vaulted skies;

Thence, in a summer shower,

Steeping the rocks around:-Oh! tell me where
Could majesty and power

Be clothed in forms more beautifully fair?

1 Yet might'st thou seem, &c.-i. e. yet you mount so high, that you might seem to have lost all connection with earth, and not to be inspired by the genial influences of spring, which prompt the songs of other birds.

2 The excellent moral of this piece is recommended by its tasteful style and versification. The closing stanza is finely expressed.

3 Vantage-ground-vantage is a contraction of advantage, and the expression is equivalent to, position of advantage, i. e. an elevated and commanding position.

2

Yet lovelier, in my

view,

The Streamlet, flowing silently serene;

Traced by the brighter hue,

And livelier growth it gives; itself unseen!

It flows through flowery meads,

Gladdening the herds which on its margin browse;
Its quiet beauty feeds

The alders that o'ershade it with their boughs.

Gently it murmurs, by

The village churchyard, in low plaintive tone,

A dirge-like melody

For worth and beauty modest as its own.

More gaily now it sweeps

By the small school-house, in the sunshine bright;
And o'er the pebbles leaps,

Like happy hearts by holiday made light.

May not its course express,

In characters which they who run may read,
The charms of gentleness,

Were but its still small voice allowed to plead?

What are the trophies gained

By power, alone, with all its noise and strife,
To that meek wreath, unstained,

Won by the charities2 that gladden life?

Niagara's streams might fail,

And human happiness be undisturbed :

But Egypt would turn pale,

Were her still Nile's o'erflowing bounty curbed!

Bernard Barton.

GOD'S WATCHFUL CARE.

THE insect, that with puny wing
Just shoots along one summer ray,

Livelier growth-Cowper speaks of the rills that

"lose themselves at length

In matted grass, that with a livelier green
Betrays the secret of their silent course."

Charities-from the Greek Xagis, favour, love-the domestic affections.

The floweret which the breath of spring
Wakes into life for half a day,
The smallest mote, the tenderest hair,
All feel a heavenly Father's care.

E'en from the glories of his throne
He bends to view this earthly ball;
Sees all as if that all were one,

Loves one as if that one were all;
Rolls the swift planets in their spheres,
And counts the sinner's lonely tears.

Cunningham.

THE VANITY OF HUMAN WISHES.1

ABRIDGED.

LET observation, with extensive view,
Survey mankind from China to Peru;2
Remark each anxious toil, each eager strife,
And watch the busy scenes of crowded life;
Then say how hope and fear, desire and hate,
O'erspread with snares the clouded maze of fate,
Where wavering man, betrayed by venturous pride,
To tread the dreary paths without a guide,
As treacherous phantoms in the mist delude,
Shuns fancied ills, or chases airy good.

How rarely reason guides the stubborn choice,

Rules the bold hand, or prompts the suppliant voice!
How nations sink, by darling schemes opprest,
When vengeance listens to the fool's request.
Fate wings with every wish the afflictive dart,
Each gift of nature, and each grace of art;
With fatal heat impetuous courage glows,
With fatal sweetness elocution flows,
Impeachment stops the speaker's powerful breath,
And restless fire precipitates on death.

The Vanity of Human Wishes" is an imitation-not a translation-of the 10th Satire of Juvenal, and, notwithstanding occasional tautology and needless pomposity of style, is a nervous and energetic poem. Sir Walter Scott praises its "deep and pathetic morality;" and Lord Byron calls it "a grand poem," though he does not "much admire the opening."

2 On this couplet Coleridge justly remarks, that it is as much as to say, "let observation with extensive observation observe mankind."

3 Impeachment-from the French empêcher, to hinder, arrest-a charge of grave importance brought against a public character.

1

The needy traveller, serene and gay,
Walks the wild heath, and sings his toil away.
Does envy seize thee? crush the upbraiding joy-
Increase his riches and his peace destroy;
Now fears in dire vicissitude invade,

The rustling brake alarms, and quivering shade,
Nor light nor darkness brings his pain relief,
One shows the plunder and one hides the thief.
In full-blown dignity, see Wolsey stand,
Law in his voice, and fortune in his hand :
To him the church, the realm, their powers consign,
Through him the rays of regal bounty shine,
Turned by his nod the stream of honour flows,
His smile alone security bestows;

Still to new heights his restless wishes tower;
Claim leads to claim, and power advances power;
Till conquest unresisted ceased to please,
And rights submitted left him none to seize :
At length his Sovereign frowns-the train of state
Mark the keen glance, and watch the sign to hate:
Where'er he turns he meets a stranger's eye,
His suppliants scorn him, and his followers fly;
Now drops at once the pride of awful state,
The golden canopy, the glittering plate,
The regal palace, the luxurious board,
The liveried army, and the menial lord.1
With age, with cares, with maladies opprest,
He seeks the refuge of monastic rest.
Grief aids disease, remembered folly stings,
And his last sighs reproach the faith of kings.

Speak thou whose thoughts at humble peace repine,

Shall Wolsey's wealth with Wolsey's end be thine ?
Or livest thou now, with safer pride content,
The wisest justice on the banks of Trent?
For why did Wolsey, near the steeps of fate,
On weak foundations raise the enormous weight?
Why but to sink beneath misfortune's blow,
With louder ruin to the gulfs below.

On what foundation stands the warrior's pride,
How just his hopes let Swedish Charles decide.
A frame of adamant, a soul of fire,

No dangers fright him, and no labours tire;

Menial lord the lord of the menials, the steward of the household.

1

O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain,
Unconquered lord of pleasure and of pain;
No joys to him pacific sceptres yield,

War sounds the trump, he rushes to the field;
Behold surrounding kings their power combine,
And one capitulate,1 and one resign;

Peace courts his hand, but spreads her charms in vain
"Think nothing gained," he cries, "till nought remain,
On Moscow's walls till Gothic standards fly,
And all be mine beneath the polar sky."
The march begins in military state,
And nations on his eye suspended wait;
Stern famine guards the solitary coast,
And winter barricades the realms of frost ;
He comes-nor want, nor cold, his course delay;
Hide, blushing glory, hide Pultowa's day:
The vanquished hero leaves his broken bands,
And shows his miseries in distant lands :3
Condemned a needy supplicant to wait,
While ladies interpose, and slaves debate.
But did not chance at length her error mend?
Did no subverted empire mark his end?
Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound?
Or hostile millions press him to the ground?-
His fall was destined to a barren strand,
A petty fortress, and a dubious hand;
He left the name at which the world grew pale,
To point a moral, or adorn a tale.

In gay hostility and barbarous pride,
With half mankind embattled at his side,
Great Xerxes came to seize the certain prey,
And starves exhausted regions5 in his way;

And one capitulate, &c.-Charles the XIIth compelled the King of Denmark to sue for peace, and the King of Poland to resign his crown.

2 Pultowa-At the battle of Pultowa, a town in Russia, Charles was completely defeated by his rival, Peter the Great.

3 Distant lands-He retired into the Turkish territory, to Bender, on the Dniester, where he was liberally entertained, notwithstanding the absurdity of his behaviour there. See Voltaire's "Histoire de Charles XII."

4 Petty fortress-Charles was struck dead by a shot from an unknown hand, while besieging Friedrichshall, in Norway.

5 Starves cxhausted regions-This is a Latinism, like "captum interfecit," he took and killed him; so here, he exhausts and starves the regions.