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The storm prevails, the rampart yields a way,
Bursts the wild cry of horror and dismay!
Hark! as the smouldering piles with thunder fall,
A thousand shrieks for hopeless mercy call!
Earth shook-red meteors flashed along the sky,
And conscious Nature shuddered at the cry!

Oh! righteous Heaven! ere Freedom found a grave,
Why slept the sword, omnipotent to save?
Where was thine arm, O Vengeance! where thy rod,
That smote the foes of Zion and of God;

That crushed proud Ammon, when his iron car
Was yoked in wrath, and thundered from afar?
Where was the storm that slumbered till the host"
Of blood-stained Pharaoh left their trembling coast;
Then bade the deep in wild commotion flow,
And heaved an ocean on their march below?

Departed spirits of the mighty dead!

Ye that at Marathon and Leuctra bled!
Friends of the world! restore your swords to man,
Fight in his sacred cause, and lead the van!
Yet for Sarmatia's tears of blood atone,
And make her arm puissant as your own!

Oh! once again to Freedom's cause return

The patriot TELL-the BRUCE OF BANNOCKBURN!

CAMPBELL.

13. THE IMMORTALITY OF THE SOUL.

OH! lives there, heaven, beneath thy dread expanse,
One hopeless, dark idolater of Chance,

Content to feed, with pleasures unrefined,

The lukewarm passions of a lowly mind;

Who, mouldering earthward, 'reft of every trust,
In joyless union wedded to the dust,
Could all his parting energy dismiss,
And call this barren world sufficient bliss?
There live, alas! of heaven-directed mien,
Of cultured soul, and sapient eye serene,
Who hail thee, Man! the pilgrim of a day,
Spouse of the worm, and brother of the clay,

Frail as the leaf in autumn's yellow bower,
Dust in the wind, or dew upon the flower;
A friendless slave, a child without a sire,
Whose mortal life, and momentary fire,
Lights to the grave his chance-created form,
As ocean-wrecks illuminate the storm;
And, when the gun's tremendous flash is o'er,
To night and silence sink for evermore !

Are these the pompous tidings ye proclaim,
Lights of the world, and demi-gods of Fame?
Is this your triumph-this your proud applause-
Children of truth, and champions of her cause?
For this hath Science searched, on weary wing,
By shore and sea-each mute and living thing?
Launched with Iberia's pilot from the steep,
To worlds unknown, and isles beyond the deep?
Or round the cope her living chariot driven,
And wheeled in triumph through the signs of heaven?
Oh! star-eyed Science, hast thou wandered there,
To waft us home the message of despair?
Then bind the palm, thy sage's brow to suit,
Of blasted leaf, and death-distilling fruit!
Ah me! the laurel'd wreath that Murder rears,
Blood-nursed, and watered by the widow's tears,
Seems not so foul, so tainted, and so dread,
As waves the night-shade round the sceptic head.
What is the bigot's torch, the tyrant's chain?
I smile on death, if heaven-ward Hope remain!
But, if the warring winds of nature's strife
Be all the faithless charter of my life,
If chance awaked, inexorable power!
This frail and feverish being of an hour;

Doomed o'er the world's precarious scene to sweep,
Swift as the tempest travels o'er the deep,
To know delight but by her parting smile,
And toil, and wish, and weep, a little while;
Then melt, ye elements, that formed in vain
This troubled pulse, and visionary brain!
Fade, ye wild flowers, memorials of my doom!
And sink, ye stars, that light me to the tomb!
Truth, ever lovely, since the world began,
The foe of tyrants, and the friend of man,-

How can thy words from balmy slumber start
Reposing Virtue, pillowed on the heart!
Yet, if thy voice the note of thunder rolled,
And that were true which Nature never told;
Let Wisdom smile not on her conquered field;
No rapture dawns, no treasure is revealed!
Oh! let her read, nor loudly, nor elate,
The doom that bars us from a better fate;
But, sad as angels for a good man's sin,
Weep to record, and blush to give it in!

CAMPBELL.

14.-AFFLICTION.

AFFLICTION, one day as she harked to the war
Of a stormy and struggling billow,

Drew a beautiful form on the sand of the shore
With the branch of a weeping willow.
Jupiter, struck with the noble plan,

As he roamed on the verge of the ocean,
Breathed on the figure, and, calling it man,
Endued it with life and with motion.

A creature so glorious in mind and in frame,
So stamped with each parent's impression,
Between them a point of contention became,
Each claiming the right of possession.

He is mine, says Affliction, I gave him his birth,
I alone am his cause of creation.

The materials were furnished by me, answered Earth;
I gave him, said Jove—animation.

The gods all assembled in solemn divan,

After hearing each claimant's petition,
Pronounced a definitive sentence on man,
And thus settled his fate's disposition.

Let Affliction possess her own child till the woes
Of life seem to hazard and goad it;

After death-give his body to Earth, whence it rose,
And his spirit to Jove, who bestowed it.

SHERIDAN.

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JERUSALEM! Jerusalem! the blessing lingers yet

On the City of the Chosen, where the Sabbath seal was set;
And though her sons are scattered, and her daughters weep apart,
While Desolation, like a pall, weighs down each faithful heart;
As the plain beside the waters, as the cedar on the hills,

She shall rise in strength and beauty when the Lord Jehovah wills:
He has promised her protection, and the holy pledge is good,
"Tis whispered through the olive groves, and murmured by the flood,
As in the Sabbath stillness the Jordan's flow is heard,

And by the Sabbath breezes the hoary trees are stirred.

MRS HALE'S Rhyme of Life.

16.-COMPENSATION.

LIBERAL, not lavish, is kind Nature's hand,
Nor was perfection made for man below,
Yet all her schemes with nicest art are planned,
Good counteracting ill, and gladness woe.
With gold and gems if Chilian mountains glow,
If bleak and barren Scotia's hills arise;
There plague and poison, lust and rapine grow;
Here peaceful are the vales and pure the skies,
And freedom fires the soul and sparkles in the eyes.

Then grieve not thou to whom the indulgent Muse
Vouches a portion of celestial fire;

Nor blame the partial fates, if they refuse
The imperial banquet and the rich attire,
Know thine own worth and venerate the lyre.
Wilt thou debase the heart by God refined?
No! let thy heaven-taught soul to heaven aspire,
To fancy, freedom, harmony, resigned;
Ambition's groveling crew for ever left behind.

O! how canst thou renounce the boundless store
Of charms which Nature to her votary yields!
The warbling woodland, the resounding shore,
The pomp of groves, the garniture of fields;

All that the genial ray of morning gilds,
And all that echoes to the song of even,
All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields,
And all the dread magnificence of heaven,

O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven!

BEATTIE.

17.-VANITY OF HUMAN WİSHES.

THE festal blazes, the triumphal show,
The ravished standard, and the captive foe,
The senate's thanks, the gazette's pompous tale,
With force resistless o'er the brave prevail.
Such bribes the rapid Greek o'er Asia whirled,
For such the steady Roman shook the world;
For such in distant lands the Britons shine,
And stain with blood the Danube or the Rhine.
This power has praise, that virtue scarce can warm,
Till fame supplies the universal charm ;

Yet reason frowns on war's unequal game,
Where wasted nations raise a single name,

And mortgaged states their grandsires' wreaths regret,
From age to age in everlasting debt;

Wreaths which at last the dear-bought right convey,
To rust on medals, or on stones decay.

On what foundations rests the warrior's pride,
How vain his hopes let Swedish Charles decide;
A frame of adamant, a soul of fire,

No dangers fright him, and no labours tire;
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 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;

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