Vast horror shook the dome of heav'n,
As 'neath him far with fury driv❜n,
The viewless depths of air,

Stern o'er the strugg'ing globe he past,
While pausing Nature shrank aghast,

And thro' the troubled gloom wild yell'd the fiend Despair.

Servant of God! destructive power!

Whilst due to wrath the direful hour,

Thou warm'st a guilty world,

When bursts to vengeance heav'n's blest`sire,
When lightens fierce the Almighty's ire,
On sin-struck nations hurl'd;
Thy terrors load my trembling shell,
Dread as the madd'ning tones that swell
O'er yonder bleak domain,

Where heaves thy deep, incessant roar,

That shakes the snow-topt mountain hoar,

And with resistless ruin strews th' affrighted plain.

Ah! what of hope's delicious ray,
As slow the pilgrim takes his way,
Shall sooth his sinking soul,

As round him forms infernal rise,
Of ghastly hue, whose hideous cries
Thro' the vext æther roll,

And mingling in each surf-worn cave,
Fell spirits from the murderer's grave
The deed of horror hail?

Saw ye the redd'ning meteor gleam?

Heard ye, with harsh and hollow scream,

Far o'er the dim cold sea the birds of ocean wail

Fierce o'er the darkly-heaving waves,
The storm with boundless fury raves,
The sailor starts aghast,

His helm, to ruthless vengeance giv'n,
O'er the vast surge speeds idly driv❜n,
As shrieks the hurrying blast:
Cease, Emma, cease to hope in vain,
Thou ne'er wilt view thy lord again,
He never shall return!

Pale on the desert shore he lies!

No wife belov'd to close his eyes,

No friend in pitying tones his wave-drench'd limbs to mourn !

Hark! how the rough winds madd'ning sweep

Bare the broad earth, and drifting deep,

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The boreal deluge raise!

Here mountains shoot their wreath-tipt heads,
Here, lo! far sunk, the valley spreads

Her drear, her wild'ring maze !
O come, let's brave the northern blast,
Let's mark stupendous nature cast
In many a form sublime.

I care not if, where Hecla towers,

Where wrapt in tempests winter lowers

Stern on her ice-clad throne, I trace the hoary clime.

Protect me, heav'n! 'neath yon huge drift,
Where to the clouds the wild winds lift

The waste in horror pil'd,

See, where yon shiv'ring female lies!
Lo! on her fainting bosom dies,
Cold, cold, her infant child!
Daughter of woe! then doubly dear!
O'er thy sad fate how many a tear
The hapless mother shed!

And must we, cried she, must we part?

Then clasp'd thee to her shudd'ring heart,
Whilst in convulsive sighs thy little spirit fled}

O thou, who rul'st the fleeting year,
Who giv'st to roll the varied sphere
Amid the vast of heav'n,

Now, Father, bend thine awful ear!
O bless me with a parent's care,
To thy protection giv'n;
Whether on ocean's bosom thrown,

Or plung'd where snow-clad mountains frown,
If thou my hallow'd guide,

I heed not, let the tempest roar,

Let havock and wild winter boar,

And terror's giant form the dark-brow'd whirlwind ride.

ADDRESS of the GLACIER GODDESS to DR. DARWIN. '

From the second Volume of Miss WILLIAMS'S TOUR in SWITZERLAND.]

WHILE o'er the Alpine cliff I musing stray'd

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And gaz'd on nature, in her charms severe

The last soft beam of parting day display'd
The Glacier-Goddess, on her crystal sphere.

Her

Her sledgy-car, with sparkling frost-work bright,
O'er the pellucid ice her snow-birds drew,

And on her fleecy robe refracted light
The full-blown rose's vermeil-colours threw.

Slow as she graceful lifts her misty veil, Indignant grief her mournful glance exprest. And thus, in falt'ring tones, the vestal pale, Breath'd the deep sorrows of her beating breast.

"Native of that green isle, where Darwin waves "His magic wand o'er Nature's vernal reign, "Her airy essence, and her central caves, "Her fires electric, and her Nereid train.

"Go, tell him, stranger, had his muse explor'd "My realms, new marvels had enchain'd her eye: "Go, tell him in my sunless fanes are stor'd "Treasures no vulgar glance shall e'er descry.

"Ye nymphs of fire! around your glowing brows "What lavish wreathes your poet loves to twine! "Know, partial bard! philosophy allows "That one bright chaplet might belong to mine.

"Ah, why a vestal to a fiend' transform, "Bid to my steeps thy glitt'ring bands repair, "Direct with cruel aim their arrowy storm, "And chain a goddess to the northern bear?'

"Stay thy rash steps! my potent hand impels "The rushing avalanche to gulphs below!

"I can transfix thee numb'd, in icy cells, "Or shroud thee in unfathom d folds of snow!

"Come not in hostile garb!-with softer art, "With dearer power, my yielding spirit seize, "Wake thy rich lyre, and melt my gelid heart "With incense sweeter than the western breeze.

"Thy muse shall mount my Lammer-Geyer's wing, "Pass o'er my untrod heights with daring course, "While the cold genii of each new-born spring "For thee unlock the river's viewless source.

"For thee my sylphs, with tender care, shall mark "The printless pathway of the secret rills,

"And light with lambent ray the caverns dark "Where chemic nature mystic wealth distills.

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"For thee my sylphs in distant lands shall trace, "Where, far diffus'd, my vivifying powers

"Awake, ungrateful bard, in blushing grace, "To life and love, awake thy wedded flowers.

"For thee-but ah, my pensive form he flies "For nymphs of golden locks, and florid hue!

"No charms have snow-white tints, or azure eyes.” She wept, and, folded in a could, withdrew.

REFLECTIONS on a VISIT to the Village of MALVERN and its MOUN.

TAINS.

[From MALVERN, a Poem, by LUKE BOOKER, LL. D.]

APPY, inchanting village! if thou know'st

Thy own true happiness.-What precious gifts
Suower'd by indulgent Heaven,-what ample stores
Do other regions boast, that are not thine?
Grateful with Israel's seer mayst thou exclaim,

"How bless'd, how greatly bless'd, these favour'd scenes
"With Nature's choicest bounty! heaven's soft dew,
"And yon wide rolling river, couching deep

"Within its cavern'd banks! how bless'd with fruits
"Ripen'd by temperate suns and fed with showers
"Sent by the Moon propitious! O how bless'd
"With treasures from the aucient mountains, high
"Lifting their summits, and eternal hills,
"Where fleecy rangers pasture, and whence flow
"Streams, salutary streams, to bless mankind!"

As erst, from Pisgah's top, that holy seer
The promis'd Canaan's fruitful plains survey'd,
Look thou, inhabitant of Malvern! round,
Westward, or north, or south, or now where east
Blazes with solar glory,-look and praise
Nature's beneficent almighty Lord,

Whose power a scene so beauteous could create,
Whose goodness made a scene so beauteous thine.

Ye mountains nobly prominent! from far
Seen by your poet,-daily seen with joy-
Tho' vasty prospects-e'en to Cambria's bills,
He boasts, and though his comprehensive view
Be richly graced with Natures rival charms,
Water, and wood, and hill, and many a fane
With tower or spire, you chiefly he admires,
Sublimely rising like the giant-clouds
Which eve assembles in the western sky,

When

When day's bright monarch, curtain'd round with gold,
His other hemisphere retires to bless."

As Athos o'er th' Egean sea, Imark'

You, o'er the champaign, rear your shadowing form
Irregularly huge, august, and high:

Mass pil'd on mass, anf rock on ponderous rock,
In Alpine majesty, your lofty brows
Sometimes dark frowning, and anon serene,
Wrapt now in clouds invisible, and now
Glowing with golden sunshine: dow mid-way
Broad nebulous zone engirds you, like the belt
Of that resplendent star whose mighty orb,
Rolling thro' boundless space, the mine of night
Illumines; in his never ceasing course
Attended by his moons of fainter light.

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Not distant now, ye mountains! I admire
Your form stupendous; but (oft wish'd) approach
Early, while yet the noiseless village sleeps,"

To gain your suminit; season fit to rise

Above the level plain so high in air.

No burning sun now vapours grey exhales
From humid meads enveloping the view:"
No winds yon cottage chimney's curling sunoke
Disperse, scarce e'en disturb. The slender stems
Of hare-bells blue are motionless and still
The thistle-down assumes its silvery wing,
As if to wanton' with the morning breeze,
But to the ground, unbuoyant, soon descends.
Tranquillity the elements pervades,

And harmony the woods. No cloud obscures
The wide horizon's undulating line,

Where join'd seem earth and sky, where azure mist
Veils the soft landscape inelting into light.

-This winding path, close cropt by nibbling sheep
(Its end the summit)-now my steps pursue.
Keep earthward bent the eye, forbearance wise,
Diminishing, by no impatient gaze,

Its pleas'd astonishment when sudden bursts
The full, the wide circumference on its view.

-When shall forbearance cease-my beating heart
Pants like an eager steed, for liberty,

When sounds the trump to rush into the war.
Now level treads the foot-the summit's gain’d—

• 'GREAT GOD OF NATURE!—these thy glorious works ! • ALMIGHTY! thine this universal frame !?

Say, who from these aërial heights can view
A scene so vast, so various, and so grand-
Woods, hills, inclosures, valleys, brooks, and fields-
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