THE VINE—THE FAMILY. 
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IIE Yinc, too, here her clustering tendrils shoots, 
r Hangs out her clusters, glowing, to the south, 
• c Va Where, by the potent sun elated high, 
J The vineyard swells, refulgent, on the day; 
\ Spreads o’er the vale, or up the mountain climbs 
Profuse; and drinks amid the sunny rocks. 
From cliff to cliff increased, the heightened blaze. 
Low bend the weighty boughs. The clusters clear, 
Half through the foliage seen, or ardent flame, 
Or shine transparent, while perfection breathes 
White o’er the turgid film the living dew. 
Thomson. 
HEKE is a spot of earth supremely blest, 
A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest, 
Where man, creation’s tyrant, casts aside 
His sword and sceptre, pageantry and pride; 
While in his softened looks benignly blend 
The sire, the son, the husband, brother, friend; 
Here woman reigns; the mother, daughter, wife, 
Strew with fresh flowers the narrow way of life! 
In the clear heaven of her delightful eye. 
An angel-guard of loves and graces lie; 
Around her knees domestic duties meet, 
An d fireside pleasures gambol at her feet. 
Where shall that land, that spot of earth, be found? 
Ar t thou a man, a patriot?—look around; 
Oh, thou shalt find, howe’er thy footsteps roam, 
That land thy country, and that spot thy Home. 
Montgomery. 
