Unconscious builder! of what must withstand The ceaseless stroke of time's oblivious hand, glorious still to shine, name may be allied to

Great Glory's self, more
Sues that her humbler

thine.

What thou commandest, ALL become, who scan that full epitome of man;

Thy page.
The soldier, scholar, statesman, bond or free,
Peasant or prince, behold themselves in Thee!
O witchery of verse, O height of skill,
As wax, to melt and mould us to thy will.

From fictions high, and stores of antient lore, i
From Latian vale, or famed Egæan shore,
With fresh delight to Avon's bank I come,
As to
my native soil, and dearest home';'

Here first my boyhood roved, through fragrant

flowers,

To weave an artless wreath in Shakspeare's bowers; And here, O let me, youth and manhood past, Where sprung my first enjoyments-seek my last.

When freedom's foes, and faction's fouler band Shall hurl destruction o'er thy native land, When toads and snakes shall unmolested creep, Where millions met, at Garrick's voice to weep!

* Perhaps this is no hyperbole; for as Glory herself is disgraced, when coupled with a Mahomet, a Jenghis Khan, or a Napoleon; so is she in some degree retrieved,by being associated with a Trajan, an Antoninus, or an Alfred.

When hooting owls shall fill, and bats deface
That proud resort of fashion, wit and grace,
When tangled weeds shall hide, and briers rude,
That sacred soil by beauty's tears bedewed,
Thy name, should that ill-fated day arrive,
Thy name, thy country's ruin shall survive,
And on Ohio's bank in youth unfaded, thrive.
Amazed, the Western hemisphere shall see
Her own sublimest scenes surpassed by thee;
Her snow-clad heights thy woodnotes wild shall
cheer,

Her vast Savannahs, and her forests drear..

More far and wide than from his mountain throne Proud Chimborazzo * sees, shalt thou be known; Though torrid suns their cloudless lustre shed, And gild, with rays unfelt, his icy head; Though storms, nor thunders shake his awful seat, And harmless lightnings flash around his feet; While he surveys, above the tempest's roar, Two mighty oceans break on either shore.

Erected instant, at their Bard's command, Theatric piles shall press the Western strand;

*The highest point of the Andes, whose chain extends four thousand three hundred miles, forming the barrier of the vast pacific ocean. Whether the atlantic is discernible from the top of Chimborazzo can never be known, for the impassable line of perpetual congelation commences, many thousand feet below his apex, which is one third higher than the highest mountain in the old world.

Roused by thine Orphic spell, the stones shall rise,
Obedient form the Dome, and rush into the skies!
All nations may be proud to bow to thee,
Who hast enthralled the sons of liberty. ...

In vain, 'twixt fame and talent, interpose
Atlantic waves, or Andes' barrier snows;
Chili's dark youth, shall mourn the royal Dane,
Or spurn the tyrant vanquished in the Thane;
Peruvian maids, chaste Desdemona's wrong
Shall chaunt, sad Juliet's fate, Ophelia's song,
And charmed Maragnon's wave the dying dirge
prolong;

While heaving sighs, from sable bosoms, prove
The voice of nature, boundless, as her love.
Philip's dread son his useless banners furled,
Sighed for fresh conquests, and another world,
To thee, that world Iskaunder * asked in vain,
Columbus gives, beyond th' Atlantic main !

Then still on deathless pinion soar sublime, And charm a future age, a distant clime; Prepared the fierce extremes of melting love, Or chilling fear, of height, or depth to prove;

* As Shakspeare is not only read, but acted in many parts of North America, we may venture to give him,at the hands of Columbus, that other world, for which Alexander sighed in vain.

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Now stooping low to hear the shepherd's tale,
Or mark the humblest flowret* of the vale ;
Now tow'ring high, to drink the blaze of day,
Bathed in effulgence of the solar ray;
While raptured mortals view, with dread delight,
The solitary grandeur of thy flight.

Thus, high o'er Cotopaxa's† summit hoar, In " pride of place," the Condor dares to soar,

"Ou her left breast

A mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops
I' the bottom of a Cowslip."
This might have escaped all but a botanist.

CYMBELINE.

†This is another peak of the Andes. Exposed to the vertical rays of the sun, above the clouds, and situated nearly in the centre of the torrid zone, yet are these frozen regions covered with everlasting snows. These bleak, and dreary heights, whose silent solitude must be for ever undisturbed by the footstep, or the voice of man, are rendered vocal, only by the piercing scream of the Condor, by far the largest, and most powerful of the Eagle race. The lonely tenant of these icy craggs, he is endowed with a vigour of circulation to endure their cold, and a strength of pinion, to soar far above their summits; yet can he dart like a thunder-bolt upon the prey, plunging from the zenith of his flight, at once in the deep and sultry valleys of Lima. To him, the instantaneous and violent changes of height and depth, of heat and cold, are alike indifferent; and he can precipitate himself, as it were, in a moment, from the temperature of the Poles, to that of the Line. In those vast and luxuriant Savannahs, which have been compared to seas of grass,

He reigns, where flagging Eagles may not fly,
Sole monarch of that cold and chrystal sky;
Above the sad vicissitudes of things,
Departing Empires, and degraded Kings!
But should he ken the prey, or scent the slain,
Down through the vast abyss he darts amain,
To shade with cow'ring wing parched Lima's sultry
plain!

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and under the cloudless canopy of a Peruvian sky, no living object shall be discernible throughout the whole horizon. Yet, the Buccaneer shall have scarcely stripped the ham-stringed Buffalo of his hide, before the Condor shall be seen hovering over him, and covering him with his wings; allured to the prey, from heights beyond the ken of human vision. The anatomy of this wonderful bird must be for many reasons extremely curious. It would open to us another page in the book of Nature; that comprehensive and exhaustless volume, every line and letter of which addresses itself to all our senses, and consoles us with one interesting, joyful, and all pervading truth. A truth, the full and adequate expression of which, can only be found in the volume of Revelation, that other monument of God's wisdom and benevolence. That sacred page re-echoes back the voice of nature, when it declares that “Great and Glorious are Thy Works, and in Wisdom hast Thou made them all!

END OF THE FIRST BOOK.