Where, musing, first I caught the flame, That Passion kindles in his dream.

Thy soul of Music broke the spell,
That bound my lyre's neglected strings;
Attuned its silent echo's shell,
And loosed again his airy wings.

Ah! long had beauty's eyes in vain
Diffused their radiant light divine;
Alas, it never woke a strain,
Till inspiration beamed from thine,

Thus vainly did the stars at night
O'er Memnon's lyre their watch prolong,
When nought but bright Aurora's light
Could wake its silence into song!

THE ANGLER'S SONG.

From the river's plashy bank,
Where the sedge grows green and rank,
And the twisted woodbine springs,
Upward speeds the morning lark

To its silver cloud-and hark!

On his way the woodman sings.

On the dim and misty lakes
Gloriously the morning breaks,

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And the eagle's on his cloud :Whilst the wind, with sighing, woos To its arms the chaste cold ooze,

And the rustling reeds pipe loud.

Where the embracing ivy holds
Close the hoar elm in its folds,
In the meadow's fenny land,
And the winding river sweeps
Through its shallows and still deeps,--
Silent with my rod I stand.

But when sultry suns are high
Underneath the oak I lie,

As it shades the water's edge,
And I mark my line, away
In the wheeling eddy, play,
Tangling with the river sedge.

When the eye of evening looks
On green woods and winding brooks,
And the wind sighs o'er the lea,—
Woods and streams,-I leave you then,
While the shadow in the glen

Lengthens by the greenwood tree.

HYMN TO THE NORTH STAR.

The sad and solemn night

Has yet her multitude of cheerful fires;
The glorious host of light

Walk the dark hemisphere till she retires :
All through her silent watches, gliding slow,
Her constellations come, and round the heavens, and go.

Day, too, hath many a star

To grace his gorgeous reign, as bright as they:
Through the blue fields afar,

Unseen, they follow in his flaming way.

Many a bright lingerer, as the eve grows dim, Tells what a radiant troop arose and set with him.

And thou dost see them rise,

Star of the Pole! and thou dost see them set.

Alone, in thy cold skies,

Thou keep'st thy old unmoving station yet,

Nor join'st the dances of that glittering train,
Nor dip'st thy virgin orb in the blue western main.

There, at morn's rosy birth,

Thou lookest meekly through the kindling air,
And eve, that round the earth

Chases the day, beholds thee watching there;

There noontide finds thee, and the hour that calls The shapes of polar flame to scale heaven's azure walls.

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Alike, beneath thine eye,

The deeds of darkness and of light are done;

High towards the star-lit sky

Towns blaze-the smoke of battle blots the sun-
The night-storm on a thousand hills is loud-
And the strong wind of day doth mingle sea and cloud.

On thy unaltering blaze

The half-wrecked mariner, his compass lost,
Fixes his steady gaze,

And steers, undoubting, to the friendly coast;
And they who stray in perilous wastes, by night,
Are glad when thou dost shine to guide their footsteps
right.

And, therefore, bards of old,
Sages, and hermits of the solemn wood
Did in thy beams behold

A beauteous type of that unchanging good,
That bright eternal beacon, by whose ray

The voyager of time should shape his heedful way.

SONG OF THE STARS.

When the radiant morn of creation broke,

And the world in the smile of God awoke,
And the empty realms of darkness and death

Were moved through their depths by his mighty breath,

And orbs of beauty, and spheres of flame,
From the void abyss, by myriads came,
In the joy of youth, as they darted away,
Through the widening wastes of space to play,
Their silver voices in chorus rung,

And this was the song the bright ones sung.

Away, away, through the wide, wide sky,
The fair blue fields that before us lie:
Each sun with the worlds that round us roll,
Each planet poised on her turning pole,

With her isles of green, and her clouds of white,
And her waters that lie like fluid light.

For the source of glory uncovers his face,
And the brightness o'erflows unbounded space;
And we drink, as we go, the luminous tides
In our ruddy air and our blooming sides;
Lo, yonder the living splendors play!
Away, on our joyous path away!

Look, look, through our glittering ranks afar,'
In the infinite azure, star after star,

How they brighten and bloom as they swiftly pass !
How the verdure runs o'er each rolling mass!

And the path of the gentle winds is seen,

Where the small waves dance, and the young woods

lean.