169 ANDREW MARVaiA 



Stretches gigantic iii a mighty stream 

 Magnificent and vast ; and gives a crown 

 Of richer glory to this glorious scene ! 



Majestic river ! thou art not a stream 

 *' Unknown to song," for on thy verdant shore 

 Sweet bards have wandered, and their dulcet harps 

 Attuned in concert to thy flowing waves. 

 White, Marvel, Mason, in poetic mood 

 Have viewed thy beauties with enraptured eye ; 

 Illustrious Marvel ! though the poet's bay 

 Thy brow encircle, yet the richer wreath 

 Of patriot fame, luxuriant and full. 

 Half hides the honours which thy lyre has won, — 

 So rich the chaplet woven round thine head. 

 In changing, venal, and corrupted times 

 Thy soul was uncon'upted ; and principle 

 Pure, honest, stedfast, all thine actions ruled. 

 Thine heart was bent to serve thy fellow men. 

 And raise the honour of thy native place. 

 Its wealth, its dignity ; and to fulfil. 

 By unremitting and unwearied toil. 

 Keen-eyed attention, well-directed aim. 

 In Britain's senate, which thou honour 'd long. 

 Each filial duty which a man can owe 

 To that dear land, that heart-enchaining soil — 

 His native country. Is it true thy life 

 Was taken from thee by the poisoned bowl ? 

 That all thy service, usefulness, and zeal 

 Gain'd such requital ? met untimely end ? 



Would that all natives of this sea-girt isle. 

 Where freedom sits upon her highest throne. 

 Had thine own spirit ruling in their breasts ! 

 Then would loud faction cease her bickering roar. 

 And all unite in one fraternal aim 

 To build the nation up in moral strength — 

 In social virtue, piety, truth, peace. 

 Till it should stand the pyramid of earth 

 With base unshaken, and with summit high ; 



