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Be mine to feel the Mast of woe 



When I have reach'd the mountain's height, 

 And may the rays of Glory throw 



Their kindling beam thro' Sorrows' night. 

 'Tis true, that those who seek the vale, 



Are plac'd beyond Misfortune's power; 

 But, tho' no storiTis their peace assail, 



They cannot bliss on others shower. 

 If all the good, the brave, the wise, 



Supinely sunk in slothful ease. 

 Ne'er sought in Fortune's train to rise. 



And shunn'd alike her sun and breeze ; 

 Vice by Ambition's charms inspir'd, 



Alone would seek the mountain's brow. 

 And, when he gain'd the height desired. 



Look down in scorn on all below. 

 Then Virtue rise, and, nobly bold. 



From Guilt's red hand the sceptre wrest ; 

 On Vice be all your thunder roU'd, 



O rise I and be supremely bless'd. 

 They talk of many a torturing care 



That racks the man advanc'd on high, 

 But angui'^h those alone can tear 



Who Virtue's dictates dare defy. 



If just, what dangers need ye fear? 



And oh ! how much have ye to hope ! 

 Eternity a throne can rear 



Beyond Ambition's wildest ■scope. 

 Touting. J. S. Clarke. 



LINES, 



WRITTEN AT THE CI-OSE OF WINTER 

 TO A FRIENO WHO WAS QUITTING A 

 FAVOURITE RETIREMENT FOR THE 

 PURPOSE OF SETTLING ABROAD. 



ERE yet your footsteps quit the place 

 Your presence long hath deign'd to grace, 

 With softening eye, and heart, deplore 

 The conscious scenes your own no more. 



When vernal clouds their influence shower, 

 Txpand the bud, and rear the flower, 

 Who to yon le.ifing grove will come. 

 Where the rath primrose loves to bloom. 

 And fondly seek, with cuiious ttead. 

 The foremost floret's downy head ; 

 Or, when the violet leaves the ground. 

 Scent the pure perfume brealh'd around ? 



The garden tribes, that gladlier grew 

 While cherish'd by your fostering view, 

 'No more disclose their wonted hues, 

 No more their wonted sweets diffuse ! 



What sandal 'd foot from bladed corn 

 Shall flush the lark to hail the morn ? 

 Who eye him, vvaibling up his way, 

 Till bird and song be lost in day ? 

 Who, the blue gloss of swallow's wing 

 lirst mark, or cuckoo greet the Spr'ng ? 

 Unheard, shall then, through glen piotound, 

 The woodsprite's laugh-like note resound ; 

 Unseen his burnish'd plumes, the dove 

 In rainbow glimpses urge his love ; 

 Unnotic'd, though in lengthening strain. 

 The bashful nightingale complain. 



Where blooms the heath, who now delight. 

 Led by the lapwing's devious flight. 

 To see her run, and hear her cry. 

 Must clamorous with least danger nigh ; 



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Or boding sea-gulls scream aloud, 

 White gleaming 'gain-.t the Sullen cloud? 



Each rite of holy-tide, and freak 

 In May-day dance or barley-break ; 

 7 he bat and wicket; bow and butt; 

 The nine-men's- morrice trimly cut; 

 The glint of quoit- reflecting sun ; 

 The press that vie in sacks to run ; 

 The ribband trophy swung athwart, 

 And giglet group in act to start ; 

 With every trait of custom'd lore, 

 Will quaintly court your smiles no more. 



No more you now will, loitering, stay 

 Where busy rustics ted their hay; 

 And o'er the field survey askance 

 The wavy vapour quivering dance ; 

 Or, musing, heed, on watery glade, 

 A saint-like glory crown your shade. 

 Who, now supine, with thoughtful eye. 

 Will tend the sports of noon -day fly ; 

 Or chemist bee from bell to bell. 

 Where spiky foxgloves edge the dell? 

 Who, mid the sultry heat, reclin'd 

 Beneath the poplar, woo the wind, 

 VVhile to the lightest air that strays 

 Each leaf its hoar-green side displays, 

 Or who, by yonder glassy lake, 

 Will now your favourite station take. 

 Where trees in reflex bright are seen. 

 Boughs high o'er boughs, and greens ot 



green ; 

 While downward gleams the Tyrian hue 

 Of velvet iris merg'd in blue; 

 And o'er the margin's verdant glooiti 

 The wilding's blush of sweetest bloom ; 

 Till frolic zephyrs intervene. 

 And, waving, blot the piclur'd scene? 



Who, drawn by Nature's varying face, 

 O'er heaven the gathering tempest trace ; 



Oi, in the rear of sunny rain. 

 Admire the wide bow's gorgeous train, 

 Till all its blending tints decay. 

 And the dim'd vision fleets away 

 In misty stieains of ruddy glow 

 That cast an amber shine below. 

 And, melting into ether blue, 

 The glistening landscape gild anew; 



Who now, alert at crimson dawn. 

 Will meet the su" on upland lawn, 

 And there the siiade' grotesque beholj 

 Ol sheep o'er-brightening into gold ; 

 Or filmy night-web, gem'd with dew. 

 Thai glittering sheds each diamond hue; 

 Or clouds, in puifled splendours gay. 

 Recede before the orb of day ; 

 Who, when his amplest course is run, 

 Wistiul pursue the sinking sun ? 

 To common eyes he vainly shines. 

 Unheeded rises or declines ! 



In vain, with saffron light o'erspread. 

 Yon summit rears its verdant head, 

 Defining clear the tinted cote, 

 And tuft of copse, to eye remote ; 

 While down the steep each giant oak, 

 Ouibraving still the woodman's stroke. 

 Detains, athwart th' impurphnghaze, 

 A golden glance of westering rays. 



The rook-lov'd groves, and grange between; 

 Daik hedge-iow elms, with meadows green ; 

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