Nor need'st thou blush that such false themes engage Thy gentle mind, of fairer stores possest: For not alone they touch the village breast, But filled, in elder time, the historic page. There, Shakespeare's self, with every garland crowned, In musing hour his wayward sisters found, And with their terrors drest the magic scene. From them he sung, when, 'mid his bold design, Before the Scot, afflicted and aghast! The shadowy kings of Banquo's fated line Through the dark cave in gleamy pageant passed. Proceed! nor quit the tales which, simply told, Could once so well my answering bosom pierce; Proceed, in forceful sounds and colours bold, The native legends of thy land rehearse; To such adapt thy lyre and suit thy powerful verse. In scenes like these, which, daring to depart When each live plant with mortal accents spoke, And the wild blast upheaved the vanished sword! How have I sat, when piped the pensive wind, To hear his harp by British Fairfax strung! Prevailing poet! whose undoubting mind Believed the magic wonders which he sung! Melting it flows, pure, numerous, strong, and clear, And fills the impassioned heart, and wins the harmonious ear! All hail, ye scenes that o'er my soul prevail ! Ye "spacious" friths and lakes, which, far away, Are by smooth Annan filled, or pastoral Tay, Or Don's romantic springs, at distance hail ! The time shall come, when I, perhaps, may tread Your lowly glens, o'erhung with spreading broom; Or, o'er your stretching heaths, by Fancy led. Then will I dress once more the faded bower Where Jonson sat in Drummond's "classic" shade; Or crop, from Teviotdale, each "lyric flower," And mourn on Yarrow's banks, "where Willy's laid!" Meantime, ye powers that on the plains which bore The cordial youth, on Lothian's plains, attend !— Where'er he dwell, on hill or lowly moor, To him I lose, your kind protection lend, And, touched with love like mine, preserve my absent friend! AKENSIDE. F ON LEAVING HOLLAND. In June, 1744, Akenside had gone to Leyden to take his degree of Doctor of Physic, which he received on the 16th of May of that year. He stayed in Holland only long enough to see his diploma dissertation through the press. I. 1. `AREWELL to Leyden's lonely bound, The daring mind should scorn her homely spoils, Farewell the grave, pacific air, Where never mountain zephyr blew : The marshy levels lank and bare, Which Pan, which Ceres never knew: The Naiads, with obscene attire, Urging in vain their urns to flow; While round them chaunt the croaking choir, And haply soothe some lover's prudent woe, I. 3. Farewell, ye nymphs, whom sober care of gain I go where Liberty to all is known, II. I. O my loved England, when with thee Like mountain snows; till down their side I trace the village and the sacred spire, While bowers and copses green the golden slope divide. II. 2. Ye nymphs who guard the pathless grove, To prompt my slumbers in the murmuring shade, And soothe my vacant ear with many an airy strain. II. 3. And thou, my faithful harp, no longer mourn With Venus and with Juno, move In concert round the Olympian father's throne? III. I. Thee too, protectress of my lays, Elate with whose majestic call, |