APPENDIX. — NOTE M. 557 



Remote from Towd with all its clamorous traiu 



Its veteran vices, wiles aud galling pain, 



Orange lies— luxuriant lu fair rural scenes, 



Gay plumy groveH, bright lawns, and velvet greens, 



Proud fori'Sls humming to the hollow gale, 



And craggy steeps dark frowuiug o'er the vale. 



Alternate «liadowy walks, and sunny hills, 



Soft warbling choirs, and sweetly gurgling rllU. 



With such romantic form has Nature crown'd, 



Aud roh'd in rural pride this hallow'd ground. 



Hail to thy works uf Art, delightful spot ! 

 The splendid dome, the rich, prolific lot ! 

 The gardens wafting wide their sweet perfume, 

 And sofl-enchanting with their Eden-bloom, 

 Their sloping grades adorn'd with fairest flowers, 

 Emhrolder'd walks, gay clumps and pansied bowers; 

 With arborets green, in scandeut garlands twin'd. 

 Of woodbines fair and clasping jasmines join'd. 

 — There sportive Echo from her hollow cell 

 Shrill mimic numbers pours along the dell, 

 There moss-clad grotto's, founts aud cool alcoves. 

 Invite soft graces aud the whispering loves. 

 Pomona there in full profusion pours 

 Th' Autumnal bounties of her golden stores. 

 And jovial Bacchus, flush'd with youth and wine, 

 In teeming clusters clothes the' empurpled vine. 



But chief my warm'd, my grateful muse would hail 

 Yon mazy walk which overlooks the vale. 

 Which skirts in graceful curves, the rural steep. 

 Where jasmines twine and sadden'd willows weep. 

 Where flowers adorn, where shrubs perfume the way 

 And nodding poplars check the blaze of day 

 With yonder plant ; of Lombardy the pride, 

 Which points its spiry plume, and drinks th' effulgent tide. 

 O ! would the Muses aid my sylvan song. 

 This walk should glide in deathless lays along ! 



Where, to the North, the steep romantic rears 

 His grove-capt crest, the growth of numerous years, 

 Deep at his base slow slides the lucid stream. 

 While from its bosom bounds the golden beam. 

 Beneath, the tinny race in gambols play, 

 Keen sport in sinuous trains and dash the limpid spray. 



Pleas'd as I pensive chant this sacred ground. 

 And from the groves and hills and rocks around. 

 In sportive mood, from her responsive tongue. 

 Sweet Echo pours th' expiring tones along, 

 You crescent-seat allures my steps aside. 

 To rest reclin'd, and view the checker'd tide. 

 Of such as wing the air, or cleave the flood. 

 Range the wide plain, or haunt the vocal wood. 



Light pois'd aloft, behold the stock-doves fair, 

 In frolic rounds, fiit thro' the midway air, 

 Now swift descending, now exultant rise, 

 Now sweep the glebe, now cleave the topmost skies. 



In such lone haunts fair science loves to stray, 

 To scan the glories of the stellar way, 

 Revolve in prying thought the kenless deep, 

 Where nature's mystic sons in myriads sleep. 

 In mellow'd mood to court the tuueful Nine 

 To pour enwnipt o'er Darwin's matchless line. 

 Admire the labors of the bearded sage, 

 Or, thoughtful, trace the wild historic page. 

 Thro" chemic mazes search the trackless way, 

 Aud enter Nature's fane with Lavoisier. 



Be varied blessings thine, sweet rural Grange ! 

 Peace, Health and Plenty round thy borders range! 

 May earliest Zephyrs fan thy wreathy bowers. 

 Press on thy groves, and kiss thy opening flowers! 

 May summer suns avert their fiercer beam, 

 Aud play, innocuous, on thy gla-ssy stream. 

 May golden Autumn spread her rich repast, 

 Nor mar thy pleasures with her sickening blast ! 

 Aud winter from his ice-roof d cell prepare. 

 More rural treasures for the opening year !" 



" Cablos.' 



