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 cliff's, and fiery ramparts rise. LIV. 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. LV. Responsive to the sprightly pipe, when all From the rude gambol far remote reclin'd, When with the charm compar'd of heavenly melancholy! LVI. Is there a heart that music cannot melt ? He needs not woo the Muse; he is her scorn. mourn, And delve for life in Mammon's dirty mine; Sneak with the scoundrel fox, or grunt with glutton swine. LVII. For Edwin fate a nobler doom had plan'd; For this of time and culture is the fruit; LVIII. Meanwhile, whate'er of beautiful or new, LIX. Thus on the chill Lapponian's dreary land, 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'erflow.* LX. Here pause, my gothic lyre, a little while; I only wish to please the gentle mind, Whom Nature's charms inspire, and love of humankind. *Spring snd 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 af Lapland, p. 16. + Robert Arbuthnot, Esq. a near relation of the celebrated Dr. Arbuthnot, and one of the most intimate associates of Dr. Beattie, Or chance or change O let not man complain; And gulfs the mountain's mighty mass entomb'd, And where the' Atlantic rolls wide continents have bloom'd.* See Plato's Timeus. II. But sure to foreign climes we need not range, But spare, O Time! whate'er of mental grace, III. 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. IV. 99% "Perish the lore that deadens young desire,' Is the soft tenor of my song no more. Edwin, though lov'd 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. VOL. XXXII. See Book I. Stanza XXXI, E |