1809.) 
Still floated with our course: the sun from 
high 
Shone sparkling in blue ether, and the 
Sate 
That with fresh breath came whispering 
pleasantly, 
Sweli’d full the swan-like pegs of the 
Sail wias 
But O ! when on the watery verge, the shore 
OF ancient freedom, whitening rose to 
view 3 
“That scenery calm and beautiful no more 
Was heeded; but so strong impatience 
grew 
In every limb, methought the bark mov’d 
slow, 
And the reluctant wind had ceas’d to blow. 
BY TWE SAME. 
Bunrpett!—who ‘young in years, in 
counsels old,’ 
Utterest a warning voice to those who 
sleep 
Forgetful of their country’ s weal, be bold 
In that good cause: with thunders loud and 
Fea 
Break thou their fatal slumber : we our eyes 
Bend on thy lonely virtue, evnasthey 
Who struggle with the Waves, explore the 
skies 
For that safe star, that shall direct their 
way: o 
Thou art the beaconof our sinking land,, 
A senator unspotted : thou art he, 
Who in the desert with uplifted wand, 
Dost point the health of nations—Liberty 
That we may gaze and live: the lisping praise 
Of children shall be thine, in distant days. 
a 
SONNET. 
TO TIIOMAS CAMPBELL, ESQ. 
BY ARTHUR OWEN, 
Yes ' I should ill requite thee for thy lay, 
Oi varied melody, ana feeling theme, 
So wont, when clouded seern’d life’s early 
way, 
To sned around Hope’s consecrated beam, 
Were not my song to hail thee. Bard of 
fire, 
Since Dryden’s: .astery from responsive lyre 
Drew music, never on the tranced ear 
Fell tones, like thine, energic to confess, 
The throb of nature, chilling now with fear, 
_ Melting anon with very tenderness! 
As Fancy strays oer transathantic clime, 
~ (The picture living from thy pencil grows,) 
How oft shall. Memory. tell. the. tender 
‘ 
rhyme, 
How oft shall Pity weep for Gertyudg’ s 
woes ! 
LINES, 
WRITTEN ON READING MR. BARLOW’S 
COLUMBIAD. 
FAL, § fair Columbia, now, MEN -pleas’d we 
gee, 
A second Virgil tune his lyre to thee! 
Original Poetry. 191 
Thy streams majestic, winding o’er thy 
lains, 
And thy dark groves, awaken heavenly. 
strains ! 
With thine *combin’d is thy lov’d Poet’s 
name, 
And boundless as his mind, is Barlow’s 
fame: 
O’er the wide-bosom’d earth it shall extendy 
And to the latest sizh of Time descend. 
ALN. 
ere a 
MOUNTAIN, OR THE WITTY DIVINE. 
GOM E ten, or. twenty years ago, 
Where a grand building rose ! 
Young Mountain was to college sent 5 
For so my story goes. 
The rev’rend tutor was a many 
Well qualified to teach, 
His students were before him wont 
Alternately to preach. 
Yet he was not from failings free, 
Altho’ a man of worth ; 
He oft was seen to fali asleep, 
While they were holding forth. 
And now it came to Mountain’s tura 
To preach before his Grace; | 
And the grave tutor took his seat;:: 
Just right before his face. 
Now Mountain was a clever youth, 
But wi ling to Rs 
And if he could, réform his Grae, ; 
So for his text lie chose. 
‘6 Could ye not watch with me one hour ?” 
And now (for your own sake, ) 
Thought Mountain, you will surely try, 
For once to keep awake. 
But all that Mountain could advance, 
Did net break his repose; 
Scarce fitteen minutes had elaps’d, 
Ere he began to doze. 
Yet while at intervals his Grace 
Gaz’d round in wiid surprise, 
He had this passage just at hand, 
Whene’er he op’d his eyes. 
The tutor quite indignant felt 
At being thus expos’d; 
And secret vow'd he should repent, 
As soon as he had clos’d. 
(For ah! he did net like to have 
His inclinetion crost,) 
But sinking into sleep again, 
All recollection lost. 
And-now: *twou'd all have been forgot, 
And pass’d off very well, 
But for his fellow-students who 
Fad ail resolw’d to tell. 
And for such conduct base and mean, | 
Each of them did declare, 
That Mountain’ ought to be expell’d, 
No more to enter there. 
Poor, Mountain only begged that ere 
From college he was sent; 
s¢ A farewell sermon he might preach 3” 
The tutor gave consent, 
