POETRY. ^^^ 



And Britain's plain 

 Holds of thy greatness, thy poor last remain— 

 Thy a-wful moment. 

 May she the paths of thy best* fame explore, 

 TiU pyramids are dust, and time shall be no more. 



THE WITCH OF LAPLAND. 



fVritten before a late storm. Partly in Imitation of Grafs 

 <•<■ Descent of Odi?i:' 



Bi) Mr. Boyd. 



UPROSE the fiend of Gaul with speed, 

 And seiz'd his fiery-footed steed, 

 And over sea and land he ilcw, 

 TiU near the witches den he drew. 

 The lofty rock, the gloomy cave. 

 Echoed to Finland's roaring wave ; 

 And far within the fiend's abode 

 That rules the blasts, and vex the flood, 

 " Give me a wind," the demon cry'd, 

 " To sweep the broad Atlantic side. 

 And drive away the British train. 

 That block our ports, and guard iJnc Main. 

 A storm, a storm, to scour the sea. 

 And claim a noble gift from me ! 

 C rant me a storm, and name your price. 

 My pupil gives me large supplies." 



WiTCU. 



" Tell what my reward shall be, 

 Before my whirlwinds scourge the sea." 

 Demon. 

 " Phials of tears I will bestow. 

 By matrons shed in deepest woe; 

 And cinders swept from burning towns,- 

 And jewels neft from plunder'd crowns. 

 A trampled cross, a sacred bowl, 

 Pledge of a renegado's soul ; 

 And if you to my prayer incline, 

 That soul-benumbing plant is tliinc, 

 Grafted on the Cyrncan+ yew. 

 Fostered with Tartarian dew. 



Nay, if you the blast unbind, 



A nobler gift shall soothe your mind. 



A mitre by a prelate worn, 



Who gave his creed to public scora. 



And 



* Alexander's niaiitime roiiowu. 

 •}■ An<;ioi)t muiic of Corsica. 



