Yet when the winds rude violence is past, 181 Look what a wreck the scattered fields display ! See on the ground the withering blossoms cast! And hear sad Philomel with piteous lay Deplore the tempest's rage that swept her young away The tears capricious beauty loves to shed, And flies when discord shakes her brand with quarrels rife. Oh! he will tell you that these quarrels bring" The ruin, not renewal of his flame; If oft repeated, lo! on rapid wing He flies to hide his fair but tender frame; Irrevocably flies. Lament in vain ! Indifference comes the abandoned heart to claim, Asserts forever her repulsive reign, Close followed by Disgust and all her chilling train. Indifference, dreaded power! what art shall save The good so cherished from thy grasping hand? How shall young Love escape the untimely grave Thy treacherous arts prepare? or how withstand The insidious foe, who with her leaden band Enchains the thoughtless slumbering deity? Ah, never more to wake! or e'er expand His golden pinions to the breezy sky, Or open to the sun his dim and languid eye. THE SOLDIER OF THE ALPS. In the vallies yet lingered the shadows of night, Though red on the glaciers the morning sun shone, Q. 2 182 COLUMBIAN READER. When our moss-covered church-tower first broke on my sight, As I cross'd the vast oak o'er the cataract thrown. For beyond that old church-tower, embosomed in pines Was the spot which contained all the bliss of my life, Near yon grey granite rock, where the red ash reclines, Stood the cottage where dwelt my loved children and wife. Long since did the blast of the war trumpet cease, When near to the land of my fathers I drew, "Oh soon, lexclaimed, will those mountains be pass'd, While the fulness of joy leaves me powerless to speak, Emotions which language can never define, When her sweet tears of transport drop warm on my cheek, And I feel her fond heart beat once more against mine. "Then my boy, when our tumults of rapture subside, "Then my sweet girl will boast how her chamois has grown, And make him repeat all his antics with glee, Then she'll haste to the vine that she claims as her own, And fondly select its ripe clusters for me. COLUMBIAN READER. 183 "And when round our fire we assemble to-night, With what interest they'll list to my tale of the war, How our shining arms gleamed on St. Bernard's vast height, While the clouds in white billows rolled under us far. "Then I'll tell how the legions of Austria we braved, 'Twas thus in fond fancy my bosom beat light As I crossed the rude bridge where the wild waters roll, When each well-known scene crowded fast on my sight, And hope's glowing visions come warm to my soul. Through the pine grove I hastened with footsteps of air, Already my loved one's I felt in embrace, When I came, of my cot not a vestige was there--- The heart-rending story too soon did I hear- AMERICAN SCENERY. From sultry Mobile's gulf-indented shore And show, far sloping from the plains and streams, 184 COLUMBIAN READER. What treasured stores the hills must here combine ! Where Maine's bleak breakers line the dangerous coast, And isles and shoals their latent horrors boast, Who far thro' troubled ocean greets the guide, Their glittering glories to the beams of day. And guard secure thy multifluvian bay; That drains uncounted realms, and here unites He saw broad Delaware the shores divide, He saw majestic Hudson pour his tide; Thy streem, my Hartford, thro' its misty robe, Play'd in the sunbeams, belting far the globe; No watery glades thro' richer vallies shine, Nor drinks the sea a lovelier wave than thine. Mystick and Charles refresh their seaward isles, And gay Piscataqua pays his passing smiles; Swift Kennebec, high bursting from his lakes, Shoots down the hill-sides through the clouds he makes; And hoarse resounding gulfing wide the shore, Dread Lawrence labors with tremendous roar ; Lawrence, great son of ocean! born he lies And braves the blasts of hyperborean skies. Where hoary winter holds his howling reign And April flings her timid showers in vain, Groans the choked flood, in frozen fetters bound, And isles of ice his angry front surround. Here my bold Mississippi bends his way Missouri marches through his world of woods; |