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‘Nay more, not one can I behold, And a3 adown of -years-the vale, 
So grand, so beautiful, so bold . The trembling lamps of life burn pale 3 
Dame Nature’s Panorama ! No tanning can restore them 5 
Yet must 1 whisper in thy ear, Thou here hast neither fears nor caresy 
That 1 as safe can wander here, For all thy children are thy heirs ; a 
As thou to Drury’s drama. Their fortunes are before them. 
And now, my lad! behold me here, And now, for onward I must go, 
Wich but one friend to hush my tear, Nor longer dwell on Mister No, 
Should any fear be rising; Nor not bis brother bantling, 
I know thee fanciful enough ; Do, do my friend! sail over sea, 
Of fancy brains, and such like stuff, Yes, do'my friend! and come to me, 
1 know thee overprizing. And help me saw a scantling ! 
Then take from me, of fancy brains: A scantling ? why I'll teach thee here 
A drachm or two will ease the pains The names of all the workmens” gear, 
Which castle-building cost thee 5 And soon to build log-houses : 
And if I should above thee soar, Thou’lt make, I venture now to Say 
A league, degree, or haifa score, A carpenter as soon as Day, 
Ne’er mind, thou hast but lost me. Who o’er his cups carouses. 
* Methinks then, *twere no mighty thing To build thy own house is, my friend! 
For thee, my friend, thyself to bring, Such labour as must ever tend, 
And half a dozen bone such: r Ho call from heaven a blessing ; 
Tis hut, thou know’st, across the sea, And while around thee smiles the scene, 
A thousand miles, or two, or three 5 Here waving corn, there meadows sloth 
I warrant here are none such. Are these not worth possessing ? 
Thou’lt wish to learn, I do not doubt, For once then give thy fancy scope, 
What thou wilt get by such a scout ; Behold, in yonder vale; a slope 
Such rocking and sea roaring 5 So gently down descending 5 
Ardy Janltdaibafe, thd wobds sua bathed) From northern blasts, and storms secure, 
The savages, and rattle-snakes, The soikmost rich, the fountains pure, 
Thy fancy will be scoring. With lofty eee defending. 
Perhaps, my friend, I shall not tell Come, worthy friend 1 and you with me, 
What thou wilt get, in quiet dell, Let us the cottage, fair to see, : 
And humble cottag’d dwelling 5 Bid rise with gardens round 5 
But i willetell thee what will not And when on poultry, PIES, and such 
Be found beneath the reed-roof’d cot, We feast; ee Bi iu ees cancer 
Nor round the country swelling. © To thank God we have fouhd it. 
Thou wilt not get that pride of -heart Of varied fruit most ample store, 
Tospurn humanity, or start Perchance like golden groves of yore, 
At poverty oftended ; Will rise with little caring ; 
Thou wilt not find a servile brood, And foaming ale and amber beer, 
Who bend the knee and cronch for food, And orchards, dropping cyder clear ; 
Their thoughts with curses blended. We soon may have our share in. - 
Here wilt thou find nor lords, nor dukes, And if thou bring, as I propose, 
Nor barons tame, nor Mamelukes, A. dozen or a score of those 
Nor Buonapartes destroying 3. Like us, twill make.a village: 
Nor shalt thou hear the martial fife, Soon then shall smoke adown the dale, 
Nor battles sweeping scourge of liie, . And here and there proclaim the tale 
Nor ‘* glory, glory,” cloying. Of happiness and tillage. 
Thou wilt not bend beneath a load And, for I know thou do’st incline, 
Of taxes, nor shall tyrants goad To hold harangues on things divine, 
Thy soul to desperation ; On God and his creation ; 
Thou wilt not fear to speak thy mind Upon the stump of yonder tree 
Decided, boidly, promptly, kind, Thou may’st, ’mid grand soiemnity, 
Such as becomes thy station. Instruct a congregation. 
A great incumbrance cannot be How beautiful it would appear, . 
A large and growing family ; To see a great assembly here, 
On Fredon’s* side the water : . The God of all adoring; 
Thy boys will sow, or chrash, or till, While, echoing wide, ‘the vocal choir 
Thy wife will bake and brew thy fill; Would touch the soul with holy fire, 
And mend thy cloaths thy daughter. The human heart exploring ! 
How beautiful, at close of day, 
_ * See Dr. Mitchill’s Nomenclature, inthe ‘To sit beside our cot, and sayy 
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