Ask the proud train who glory's shade pursue, Where are the arts by which that glory grew? The genuine virtues that with eagle-gaze Sought young Renown in all her orient blaze? Where is the heart by chymic truth refined, The exploring soul, whose eye had read mankind? Where are the links that twined with heavenly art, His country's interest round the patriot's heart? Where is the tongue that scatter'd words of fire? The spirit breathing through the poet's lyre? Do these descend with all that tide of fame Which vainly waters an unfruitful name ? Justum bellum quibus necessarium, et pia arma quibus nulla nisi in armis relinquitur spes. LIVY. Is there no call, no consecrating cause, Yes, there's a call, sweet as an angel's breath Oh! 'tis our country's voice, whose claims should meet An echo in the soul's most deep retreat ; SONG.* MARY, I believed thee true, And I was blest in thus believing ; Few have ever loved like me, Oh! I have loved thee too sincerely! And few have e'er deceived like thee,Alas! deceived me too severely! * I believe these words were adapted by Mr. Little to the pathetic Scotch air "Galla Water."-E. VOL. VII. 15 Fare thee well! yet think awhile On one whose bosom bleeds to doubt thee; Who now would rather trust that smile, And die with thee than live without thee! Fare thee well! I'll think of thee, Thou leavest me many a bitter token ; My peace is gone, my heart is broken!- SONG. WHY does azure deck the sky? Because it is thy blushes' hue. Why is falling snow so white, But to be like thy bosom fair? Why are solar beams so bright? ; That they may seem thy golden hair! All that's bright, by Love's decree, Why are Nature's beauties felt? Oh! 'tis thine in her we see! Why has music power to melt? Oh! because it speaks like thee. All that's sweet, by Love's decree, Has been made resembling thee! MORALITY. A FAMILIAR EPISTLE. ADDRESSED TO J. AT-NS-N, ESQ. M.R.I.A.* THOUGH long at school and college, dozing * The gentleman to whom this poem is addressed is the author of some esteemed works, and was Mr. Little's most particular friend. I have heard Mr. Little very frequently speak of him as one in whom "the elements were so mixed," that neither in his head nor heart had nature left any defi ciency.-E. Though long with those divines at school, Tell us, for Heaven or money's sake, I must confess, my searches past, I find the doctors and the sages Have differ'd in all climes and ages, "Tis like the rainbow's shifting zone, The doctors of the Porch advise, ،، Reason alone must claim direction, And Apathy's the soul's perfection. |