Vast horror shook the dome of heav'n, Stern o'er the strugg'ing globe he past, 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, 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 round him forms infernal rise, And mingling in each surf-worn cave, 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, His helm, to ruthless vengeance giv'n, 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, M 2 The The boreal deluge raise! Here mountains shoot their wreath-tipt heads, Her drear, her wild'ring maze ! 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, The waste in horror pil'd, See, where yon shiv'ring female lies! And must we, cried she, must we part? Then clasp'd thee to her shudd'ring heart, O thou, who rul'st the fleeting year, Now, Father, bend thine awful ear! Or plung'd where snow-clad mountains frown, 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 WHI And gaz'd on nature, in her charms severe The last soft beam of parting day display'd Her Her sledgy-car, with sparkling frost-work bright, And on her fleecy robe refracted light 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. M 3 "For "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 "How bless'd, how greatly bless'd, these favour'd scenes "Within its cavern'd banks! how bless'd with fruits As erst, from Pisgah's top, that holy seer Whose power a scene so beauteous could create, Ye mountains nobly prominent! from far When When day's bright monarch, curtain'd round with gold, As Athos o'er th' Egean sea, Imark' You, o'er the champaign, rear your shadowing form Mass pil'd on mass, anf rock on ponderous rock, ཀ Not distant now, ye mountains! I admire To gain your suminit; season fit to rise Above the level plain so high in air. No burning sun now vapours grey exhales And harmony the woods. No cloud obscures Where join'd seem earth and sky, where azure mist -This winding path, close cropt by nibbling sheep Its pleas'd astonishment when sudden bursts -When shall forbearance cease-my beating heart When sounds the trump to rush into the war. • 'GREAT GOD OF NATURE!—these thy glorious works ! • ALMIGHTY! thine this universal frame !? Say, who from these aërial heights can view Unwarm'd |