"Great praise the Duke of Marlboro' won, "Nay,-nay,—my little girl," quoth he, "It was a famous victory!" "And everybody praised the Duke "Why, that I cannot tell," said he, 0 II. THE HOLLY TREE. 1798. READER! hast thou ever stood to see The eye that contemplates it well perceives Order'd by an intelligence so wise, As might confound the Atheist's sophistries. Below, a circling fence, its leaves are seen No grazing cattle through their prickly round But as they grow where nothing is to fear, Smooth and unarm'd the pointless leaves appear. I love to view these things with curious eyes, And in this wisdom of the Holly Tree Wherewith perchance to make a pleasant rhyme, Thus, though abroad perchance I might appear To those who on my leisure would intrude Gentle at home amid my friends I'd be And should my youth, as youth is apt I know, All vain asperities I day by day Would wear away, Till the smooth temper of my age should be And as when all the summer trees are seen The Holly leaves a sober hue display Less bright than they, But when the bare and wintry woods we see, So serious should my youth appear among That in my age as cheerful I might be N° III. LORD WILLIAM. 1798. eye beheld when William plunged Young Edmund in the stream, No human ear but William's heard Young Edmund's drowning scream. Submissive, all the vassals own'd The ancient house of Erlingford And Severn's ample waters near And often the way-faring man But never could Lord William dare Sleep closed the murderer's eyes, Young Edmund's form arise. In vain by restless conscience driven Far from the scenes that saw his guilt, To other climes the pilgrim fled, He sought his home again, but peace Slow were the passing hours, yet swift A day that William never felt For well had conscience calendar'd A fearful day was that! the rains And the swoln tide of Severn spread In vain Lord William sought the feast, And strove with noisy mirth to drown The anguish of his soul; The tempest, as its sudden swell In gusty howlings came, With cold and death-like feeling seem'd To thrill his shuddering frame. Reluctant now, as night came on, His lonely couch he prest; ป And, wearied out, he sunk to sleep,- Beside that couch his brother's form, Such, and so pale his face, as when "I bade thee with a father's love He started up, each limb convulsed With agonizing fear; He only heard the storm of night,- When, lo! the voice of loud alarm "What ho! Lord William, rise in haste! He rose in haste,-beneath the walls He saw the flood appear; It hemm'd him round,-'twas midnight now, He heard a shout of joy, for now A boat approach'd the wall, They crowd for safety ail. |