POETRY. 921 



Now they chat of various things, 

 Of taxes, ministers, and kings. 

 Or else tell all the village news, 

 How madam did the 'squire refuse ; 

 How parson on his tythes was bent, 

 And landlord oft distrain'd for rent. 

 Thus do they talk, till in the sky 

 The pale-ey'd moon is mounted high, 

 And from the ale-house drunken Ned 

 Had reel'd— then hasten all to bed. 

 The mistress sees that lazy Kale 

 The happing coal on kitchen grate 

 Has laid— while master goes throughout, 

 Sees shutters fast, the mastiff out, 

 The candles safe, the hearths all clear. 

 And nought from thieves or fire to fear; 

 Then both to bed together creep. 

 And join the general troop of sleep. 



[From Campbell's Gertrude of Wyoming.] 

 I. 



ON Susquehana's side, fair Wyoming, 

 Although the wild flower on thy ruin'd wall 

 And roofless homes a sad remembrance bring 

 Of what thy gentle people did befall. 

 Yet thou wert once the loveliest land of all 

 That see the Atlantic wave their morn restore. 

 Sweet land ! may I thy lost delights recall, 

 And paint thy Gertrude in her bowers of yore, 

 Whos"e beauty was the love of Pensylvania's shore ! 



U. 



It was beneath thy skies that, but to prune. 

 His Autumn fruits, or skim the light canoe, 

 Perchance along thy river calm at noon. 

 The happy shepherd swain had nought to do 

 From morn till evening's sweeter pastime grew; 

 Their timbrel, in the dance of forests brown 

 When lovely maidens prankt in flowret new. 

 And aye, those sunny mountains halfway down 

 Would echo flageolet from some romantic town. 



Then, 



