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“Sir, if my judgment you 'll allow - 1 I've seen
- 1 and sure I ought to know.” | So, begs you'd pay a due submis'sion, / And acquiesce in his decision. Two travellers of such a cast, As o'er Arabia's wilds they pass'd, And on their way, in friendly chat, Now talk'd of this', and then of that', | Discours'd a while, 'mongst other matter, I Of the Chameleon's form', I and nature.
“ A stranger animal,” cries one, I “ Sure never liv'd beneath the sun! | A lizard's body, lean, and long, A fish's head', I a serpent's tongue, | Its foot with triple claw disjoin'd-1 And what a length of tail behind! | How slow, its pace! | and then, its hue' - 1 Who ever saw so fine a blue ?” | “ Hold there,” | the other quick repliesi, 1 “'Tis green - | I saw it with these , eyes', i As late with open mouth, it lay, I And warm'd it in the sunny ray. ; ! Stretch'd at its ease', the beast I view'd', i And saw it eat the air for food." | " I've seen it, friend, as well as you', I And must again affirm it blue. At leisure, I the beast survey'd', ! Extended in the cooling shade." I “ 'Tis green', 't is green', I can assure' ye." | “Green !” | 'cries the other in a fury, 1 2« Why', do you think I've lost my eyes' ?"| “'T were no great loss,” the friend replies., | “For, if they always serve you thus', 1 You'll find them but of little use." |
So high at last the contest rose', 1
“ Sirs,” cries the umpire, / " cease your pother; |
“ And I'll' engage, 1 that when you
1 The reptile, 1 you'll pronounce him green.” | “ Well then, I at once to end the doubt,” | Replies the man, , “I'll turn him out : 1 And, when before your eyes I've set him, If you don't find him black, | I'll eat him.” | He said ; | then full before their sight, Produc'd the beast', / and lo!-'t was white !!
Both stared : the man look'd wondrous wise
Where hath the spirit gone, |
E’en as a breeze, hath flown?
In light, and power on high'; |
Ask things that cannot die !” |
Thou art a wanderer free',
Far over mount, and sea, ? |
“The blue deep I have cross'd', 1
But not what thou hast lost!” |
Around the setting sun',
Whose earthly race is run' ? |
We van'ish from the sky.;
For that which cannot die !" |
Thou of the deep low tone ! |
Where hath the spirit flown? |
Enough to know is givı'n; |
Thine is to trust in Heav,'n !” |
HAPPY FREEDOM OF THE MAN WHOM GRACE MAKES FREE.
(COWPER.) He is the freeman, whom the truth makes free; And all are slaves beside. | There's not a chain | That hellish foes, confederate for his harm, Can wind around him, I but he casts it off 1 With as much ease as Samson his green withes. I He looks abroad into the varied field Of nature, / and, though poor, perhaps, compared With those whose mansions glitter in his sight, I Calls the delightful scenery all his own. I His are the mountains; and the valleys his;| And the resplendent riv'ers: his to enjoy With a propriety that none can feel, i But who, with filial confidence inspired, Can lift to heaven an unpresumptuous eye, And, smiling, say, "My Father made them all!" Are they not his by a peculiar right', / And by an emphasis of interest his, Whose eye they fill with tears of holy joy', I Whose heart with praise', and whose exalted mind With worthy thoughts of that unwearied love | That plann'd, and built, / and still upholds a world | So clothed with beauty,for rebellious man ? | Yes' - ye may fill your garners, ye that reap The loaded soil, and ye may waste much good In senseless riot ; | but ye will not find In feast', or in the chase', I in song', or dance, A liberty like his, I who, unimpeach'd Of usurpation, I and to no man's wrong, I Appropriates nature as his Father's work, | And has a richer use of
yours than He is indeed a freeman: | free by birth Of no mean city, I plann’d or ere the hills
Were built, the fountains open'd, or the sea'
THE EXILE OF ERIN.
(CAMPBELL.) There came to the beach, a poor exile of E'rin;
The dew on his thin robe, was heavy, and chill; | For his country he sigh'd when at twilight repairing,
To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill.. I But the day-star attracted his eye's sad devotion; For it rose on his own native isle of the ocean, | Where once, in the fervour of youth's warm emotion, He sung
the bold anthem of Erin go bragh. I Sad is my fate! (said the heart-broken stranger) |
The wild-deer, and wolf to a covert can flee; } But I have no refuge from famine, and danger:
A home, and a country remain not to me, Never again in the green sunny bowers, | Where my forefathers liv’d, I shall I spend the sweet
hours, 1 Or cover my harp with the wild-woven flowers,
And strike to the numbers of Erin go bragh ! |