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The rose is the fairest of earthly flowers,
It is all of beauty and of sweetness, So my dear maid in the heavenly bowers,
Excels in beauty and in meekness ! She has kiss'd my cheek, she has kaim'd my hair,
And made a breast of heaven my pillow, And promised her God to take me there
Before the leaf falls from the willow !
Farewell, ye homes of living men,
I have no relish for your pleasures ; In the human face I naething ken
That with my spirit's yearning measures. I long for onward bliss to be,
A day of joy-a brighter morrow, And from this bondage to be free
Farewell this world of sin and sorrow!
ODE ON HEARING OF THE DEATH OF
This and the two following are inserted as pieces that might be set to music, though as yet they never have been, and probably never will be.
And art thou departed, ere yet from the field
The tidings of glory are borne ?
And live I thy exit to mourn ?
Of the splendour that over it shone;
But the strength of the parent is gone.
ODE ON HEARING OF THE DEATH OF MR PITT. 299
0, Pitt, I may wail thee, and wail without blame,
For here cannot party deride! 'Twas in the lone wild I first heard of thy name,
With Nature alone for my guide,
From thence thou hast been and shalt be;
And I set up my nest under thee.
I wonder'd when senators sternly express'd
Disgust at each measure of thine;
And their motives I could not divine.
Of the passions that mankind dissever,
There dash its rude billows for ever.
300 ODE ON HEARING OF THE DEATH OF MR PITT.
They said thou wert proud ;—I have ponder'd it long,
I have tried thee by plummet and line,
And am forced in the charge to combine:
I know it-I own it was true;
Which broke what it could not subdue.
Be hallowd thy memory, illustrious shade!
A shepherd can ill understand,
As clean and less sordid a hand,
The wealth of a nation on earth;
That the good and the great, and the brave and benign, And the lovers of country and king, will combine
To hallow the hour of thy birth.
BEYOND Busaco's mountains dun,
O’er nature's still convexity,
green turf was our cheerless bed, And o'er the hero's dew-chill'd head
The banners flapp'd incessantly.
The loud war-trumpet woke the morn,
“ Arouse! for death or victory !"