FUGITIVE POETRY. THE SWISS EMIGRANT. FAREWELL, farewell, my native land, Once more I view thy vallies fair, Ye vales with downy verdure spread, Ye lakes that catch the golden beam That floods with fire yon peak of snow, As evening vapours bluely steam And stilly roll their volumes slow ;— Scenes, on this bursting heart impress'd The tears by filial duty shed Upon the low, the peaceful tomb; Say! can Helvetia's patriot child, Nor die to leave his native home? His native home? no home has he- Ye snow-clad Alps whose mighty mound, To check the prone-descending Gaul; What Hunter now with daring leaps Shall chase the Ibex o'er your rocks, Who clothe with vines your craggy steeps, Who guard from wolves your rambling flocks? While low the free-born sons of toil slave. Spoilers, who pour'd your ravening bands What seek ye here? Our niggard earth, Burst not my heart, as dimly swell I fly from madness and from you! Beyond the dread Atlantic deep, One gleam of comfort shines for me; There shall these bones untroubled sleep, And press the earth of Liberty. Wide, wide, that waste of waters rolls, And Freemen give the Brother's hand. COLUMBIA hear the Exile's prayer! Yet O! forgive, with anguish fraught, 3 Thou vanquish'd land, once proud and free, L. A. ЕРІТАРН, SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF CLUER DICEY, Who died the 3d of October, 1775, aged 60. THOU, or friend or stranger, who shalt tread These solemn mansions of the silent dead, Think, when this record to enquiring eyes No more shall tell the spot where Dicey lies; When this frail marble, faithless to its trust, Mould'ring itself, resigns his moulder'd dust; When time shall fail, and nature feel decay, And earth, and sun, and skies, dissolve away; The soul this consumination shall survive, Defy the wreck, and but begin to live: Oh pause! reflect, repent, resolve, amend! Life has no length-Eternity no end. HANNAH MORE. |