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root and germinate in the mind, like the seeds, less encouragement than it deserves. If the of its native feelings; nor propagate through- volume before us were the work of an unout the imagination that long series of delight- known writer, indeed, we should feei no litful movements, which is only excited when tle apprehension about its success; but Mr. the song of the poet is the echo of our familiar Campbell's name has power, we are perfeelings.

suaded, to insure a very partial and a very It appears to us, therefore, that by far the general attention to whatever it accompanies, most powerful and enchanting poetry is that and, we would fain hope, influence enough to which depends for its effect upon the just reclaim the public taste to a juster standard representation of common feelings and com- of excellence. The success of his former mon situations; and not on the strangeness work, indeed, goes far to remove our anxiety of its incidents, or the novelty or exotic splen- for the fortune of this. It contained, perhaps, dour of its scenes and characters. The diffi- more brilliant and bold passages than are to culty is, no doubt, to give the requisite force, be found in the poem before us: But it was elegance and dignity to these ordinary sub- inferior, we think, in softness and beauty; jects, and to win a way for them to the heart, and, being necessarily of a more desultory by that true and concise expression of natural and didactic character, had far less pathos emotion, which is among the rarest gifts of and interest than this very simple tale. Those inspiration. To accomplish this, the poet who admired the pleasures of Hope for the must do much; and the reader something. passages about Brama and Kosciusko, may The one must practise enchantment, and the perhaps be somewhat disappointed with the other submit to it. The one must purify his gentler tone of Gertrude; but those who loved conceptions from all that is low or artificial; that charming work for its pictures of infancy and the other must lend himself gently to the and of maternal and connubial love, may read impression, and refrain from disturbing it by on here with the assurance of a still higher any movement of worldly vanity, derision or gratification. hard heartedness. In an advanced state of The story is of very little consequence in a society, the expression of simple emotion is poem of this description; and it is here, as so obstructed by ceremony, or so distorted by we have just hinted, extremely short and affectation, that though the sentiment itself simple. Albert, an English gentleman of be still familiar to the greater part of man- high character and accomplishment, had emikind, the verbal representation of it is a task grated to Pennsylvania about the year 1740, of the utmost difficulty. One set of writers, ac- and occupied himself, after his wife's death, cordingly, finding the whole language of men in doing good to his neighbours, and in eduand women too sophisticated for this purpose, cating his infant and only child, Gertrude. have been obliged to go to the nursery for He had fixed himself in the pleasant township a more suitable phraseology; another has of Wyoming, on the banks of the Susquehanna; adopted the style of courtly Arcadians; and a situation which at that time might have a third, that of mere Bedlamites. So much passed for an earthly paradise, with very little more difficult is it to express natural feelings, aid from poetical embellishment. The beauty than to narrate battles, or describe prodigies! and fertility of the country,--the simple and

But even when the poet has done his part, unlaborious plenty which reigned among the there are many causes which may obstruct scattered inhabitants,—but, above all, the his immediate popularity. In the first place, singular purity and innocence of their manit requires a certain degree of sensibility to ners, and the tranquil and unenvious equality perceive his merit. There are thousands of in which they passed their days, form altopeople who can admire a florid description, gether a scene, on which the eye of philanor be amused with a wonderful story, to thropy is never wearied with gazing, and to whom a pathetic poem is quite unintelligible. which, perhaps, no parallel can be found in In the second place, it requires a certain de- the annals of the fallen world. The heart gree of leisure and tranquillity in the reader. turns with delight from the feverish scenes A picturesque stanza may be well enough of European history, to the sweet repose of relished while the reader is getting his hair this true Atlantis; but sinks to reflect, that combed; but a scene of tenderness or emo- though its reality may still be attested by tion will not do, even for the corner of a surviving witnesses, no such spot is now let, crowded drawing-room. Finally, it requires on the whole face of the earth, as a refuge a certain degree of courage to proclaim the from corruption and misery! merits of such a writer. Those who feel the The poem opens with a fine description of most deeply, are most given to disguise their this enchanting retirement. One calm sumfeelings; and derision is never so agonising mer morn, a friendly Indian arrives in his caas when it pounces on the wanderings of noe, bringing with him a fair boy, who, with misguided sensibility. Considering the habits his mother, were the sole survivors of an of the age in which we live, therefore, and English garrison which had been stormed by the fashion, which, though not immutable, a hostile tribe. The dying mother had com has for some time run steadily in an opposite mended her boy to the care of her wild dedirection, we should not be much surprised liverers; and their chief, in obedience to her if a poem, whose chief merit consisted in its solemn bequest, now delivers him into the pathos, and in the softness and exquisite ten- hands of the most respected of the adjoining derness of its representations of domestic life settlers. Albert recognises the unhappy orand romantic seclusion, should meet with phan as the son of a beloved friend; and


pp. 5–7.

Tears young Henry Waldegrave as the happy though in some places a little obscure and playmate of Gertrude, and sharer with her in overlaboured, are, to our taste, very soft and the joys of their romantic solitude, and the beautiful. lessons of their venerable instructor. When he is scarcely entered upon manhood, Henry

“On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! is sent for by his friends in England, and Although ihe wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall

And roofless homes, a sad remembrance bring roams over Europe in search of improvement of what thy gentle people did befall, for eight or nine years,—while the quiet hours Yet thou were once the loveliest land of all are sliding over the father and daughter in That see the Atlantic wave their morn restore. the unbroken tranquillity of their Pennsylva- Sweet land! may I thy lost delights recall, nian retreat. At last, Henry, whose heart and paint thy Gertrude in her bowers of yore, had found no resting place in all the world whose beauty was the love of Pennsylvania's

shore ! besides, returns in all the mature graces of manhood, and marries his beloved Gertrude.

• It was beneath thy skies that, but to prune Then there is bliss beyond all that is blissful His autumn fruits, or skim the light canoe, on earth,—and more feelingly described than The happy' shepherd swain had nought to do, mere genius can ever hope to describe any From morn till evening's sweeter pastime grew; thing. But the war of emancipation begins; Their timbrel, in the dance of forests brown and the dream of love and enjoyment is When lovely maidens prankt in flowrets new; broken by alarms and dismal forebodings. And aye, those sunny mountains half way down While they are sitting one evening enjoying

Would echo flagelet from some romantic town. those tranquil delights, now more endeared

• Then, where of Indian hills the daylight takes by the fears which gather around them, an His leave, how might you the flarningo see aged Indian rushes into their habitation, and, Disporting like a meteor on the lakes after disclosing himself for Henry's ancient And playiul squirrel on his nut-grown tree : guide and preserver, informs them, that a From merry mock-bird's song, or hum of men;

And ev'ry sound of life was full of glee, hostile tribe which had exterminated his while heark’ning, fearing nought their revelry, whole family, is on its march towards their The wild deer arch'd his neck from glades-and, devoted dwellings. With considerable diffi

then culty they effect their escape to a fort at some Unhunted, sought his woods and wilderness again. distance in the woods; and at sunrise, Ger- "And scarce had Wyoming of war or crime trude, and her father and husband, look from Heard but in transatlantic story rung," &c. its battlements over the scene of desolation which the murderous Indians had already spread over the pleasant groves and gardens tish, and English settlers, and of the patri.

The account of the German, Spanish, Scot. of Wyoming. While they are standing wrap archal harmony in which they were all united, in this sad contemplation, an Indian marksman fires a mortal shot from his ambush at

is likewise given with great spirit and brevity, Albert; and as Gertrude clasps him in agony their own elected judge and adviser. A sud

as well as the portrait of the venerable Albert to her heart, another discharge lays her bleeding by his side! She then takes farewell of den transition is then made to Gertrude. her husband, in a speech more sweetly pa- "Young, innocent! on whose sweet forehead mild thetic than any thing ever written in rhyme. The parted ringlet shone in simplest guise, Henry, prostrates himself on her grave in An inmate in the home of Albert smild, convulsed and speechless agony; and his Or blest his noonday-walk-she was his only child : Indian deliverer, throwing his mantle over “The rose of England bloom'd on Gertrude's him, watches by him a while in gloomy si

cheeklence; and at last addresses him in a sort of What though these shades had seen her birth," &c. wild and energetic descant, exciting him, by his example, to be revenged, and to die! The poem closes with this vehement and impas- child of her mother, the author goes on in

After mentioning that she was left the only sioned exhortation.

these sweet verses. Before proceeding to lay any part of the poem itself before our readers, we should tryA lov'd bequest! and I may half impart, to give them some idea of that delighful har- To them thai feel the strong paternal tie, mony of colouring and of expression, which How like a new existence to his heart serves to unite every part of it for the pro- Dear as she was, from cherub infancy,

Uprose that living flower beneath his eye ! duction of one effect; and to make the de- From hours when she would round his garden play. scription, narrative, and reflections, conspire To time when, as the rip’ning years went by, to breathe over the whole a certain air of Her lovely mind could culture well repay, pure and tender enchantment, which is not And more engaging grew from pleasing day to day once dispelled, through the whole length of " I may not paint those thousand infant charms; the poem, by the intrusion of any discordant (Unconscious fascination, undesign'd!) impression. All that we can now do, how- The orison repeated in his arms, ever, is to tell them that this was its effect For God to bless her sire and all mankind ! upon our feelings; and to give them their The book, the bosom on his knee reclin'd, chance of partaking in it, by a pretty copious (The playmate ere the teacher of her mind);

Or how sweet fairy.lore he heard her con, selection of extracts.

All uncompanion's else her years had gone The descriptive stanzas in the beginning, Till now in Gertrude's eyes their ninth blue sun which set out with an invocation to Wyoming,

mer shone.

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"And summer was the tide, and sweet the hour, “A valley from the river shore withdrawn When sire and daughter saw, with fleet descent, Was Albert's home two quiet woods between, An Indian from his bark approach their bow'r," &c. Whose lofty verdure overlook'd his lawn;

And waters to their resting place serene,

Came, fresh’ning and reflecting all the scene : This is the guide and preserver of young (A mirror in the depth of flowery shelves ;) Henry Waldegrave; who is somewhat fantas- So sweet a spot of earth, you might (I ween) tically described as appearing

Have guess'd some congregation of the elves

To sport by summer moons, had shap'd it for "Led by his dusky guide, like Morning brought themselves."'--p. 27. by Night."

The effect of this seclusion on Gertrude is The Indian tellş his story with great anima- beautifully represented. tion—the storming and blowing up of the English fort-and the tardy arrival of his

• It seem'd as if those scenes sweet influence had friendly and avenging warriors. They found on Gertrude's soul, and kindness like their own

Inspir'd those eyes affectionate and glad. all the soldiers slaughtered.

That seem'd to love whate'er they look'd upon !

Whether with Hebe's mirth her features shone, " • And from the tree we with her child unbound

Or if a shade more pleasing them o'ercast,
A lonely mother of the Christian land-
Her lord-the caplain of the British band-

(As if for heav'nly musing meant alone ;)

Yet so becomingly the expression past, Amidst the slaughter of his soldiers lay;

That each succeeding look was lovelier than the last. Scarce knew the widow our delivering hand : Upon her child she sobb’d, and swoon'd away; “Nor guess I, was that Pennsylvanian home, Or shriek'd unto the God to whom the Christians With all its picturesque and balmy grace, pray.

And fields that were a luxury to roam,

Lost on the soul that look'd from such a face ! “Our virgins fed her with their kindly bowls

Enthusiast of the woods! when years apace
Of fever balm, and sweet sagamité;
But she was journeying to the land of souls,

Had bound thy lovely waist with woman's zone, And lifted up her dying head to pray

The sunrise path, at morn. I see thee trace

To hills with high magnolia overgrown;
That we should bid an anrient friend convey
Her orphan to his home of England's shore;

And joy to breathe the groves, romantic and And take, she said, this token far away

alone.”—pp. 29, 30. To one that will remember us of yore,

The morning scenery, too, is touched with When he beholds the ring that Waldegrave's Julia

a delicate and masterly hand. pp. 16, 17.

“ While yet the wild deer trod in spangling dew, Albert recognises the child of his murdered while boatman caroll’d to the fresh-blown air, friend, with great emotion; which the Indian And woods a horizontal shadow threw, witnesses with characteristic and picturesque And early fox appear’d in momentary view." composure. " Far differently the Mute Oneyda took

The reader is left rather too much in the His calumet of peace, and cup of joy ;

dark as to Henry's departure for Europe ;As monumental bronze unchang'd his look: nor, indeed, are we apprised of his absence, A soul that pily touch'd, but never shook : till we come to the scene of his unexpected Train'd, from his tree-rock'd cradle to his bier, return. Gertrude was used to spend the hot The fierce extremes of good and ill to brook

part of the day in reading in a lonely and umpassive-fearing but the shame of fearA stoic of the woods-a man without a tear."

rocky recess in those safe woods; which is

described with Mr. Campbell's usual felicity. This warrior, however, is not without high to human art a sportive semblance wore ;

"Rocks sublime feelings and tender affections.

And yellow lichens colour'd all the clime, " He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe:

Like moonlight battlements, and towers decayed And ere the wolf-skin on his back he flung,

by time. Or laced his mocasins, in act to go,

" But high, in amphitheatre above, A song of parting to the boy he sung, Who slept on Albert's couch, nor heard his friend. Breath'd but an air of heav'n, and all the grove

His arms the everlasting aloes threw : ly tongue.

As if instinct with living spirit grew, Sleep, wearied one! and in the dreaming land

Rolling its verdant gulfs of every hue ; Should'st thou the spirit of thy mother greet,

And now suspended was the pleasing din,

Now from a murmur faint it swell’d anew,
Oh! say, to-morrow, that the white man's hand
Hath pluck'd the thorns of sorrow from thy feet;

Like the first note of organ heard within
While I in lonely wilderness shall meet

Cathedral aisles-ere yet ils symphony begin." Thy little foot-prints-or by traces know The fountain, where at noon I thought it sweet To feed thee with the quarry of my bow,

In this retreat, which is represented as 80 Ind pour'd the lotus-horn, or slew the mountain roe.

solitary, that except her own, Adieu ? sweet scion of the rising sun!'" &c.

scarce an ear had heard The stock-dove plaining through its gloom profoand. pp. 21, 22.

Or winglet of the fairy humming bird, The Second part opens with a fine descrip- Like atoms of the rainbow fluttering round."tion of Albert's sequestered dwelling. It reminds us of that enchanted landscape in which -a stranger of lofty port and gentle manners

Thomson has embosomed his Castle of Indo- surprises her, one morning, and is conducted lence. We can make room only for the first to her father. They enter into conversation stanza.

on the subject of his travels.

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“And much they lov'd his fervid strain- And must I change my song? and must I show, While he each fair variety retrac'd

Sweet Wyoming! the day, when thou wert doom'd, Of climes, and manners, o'er the eastern main. Guiltless, to mourn thy loveliest bow'rs laid low ! Now happy Switzer's bills-romantic Spain- When, where of yesterday a garden bloomid, Gay lilied fields of France-or, more refin'd, Death overspread his pall, and black’ning ashes The soft Ausonia's monumental reign;

gloom'd ?Nor less each rural image he design'd, Than all the city's pomp and home of human kind. When Transatlantic Liberty arose ;

“Sad was the year, by proud Oppression driv'n, " Anon some wilder portraiture he draws ! Not in the sunshine, and the smile of hear'n, Of nature's savage glories he would speak- But wrapt in whirlwinds, and begirt with woes: The loneliness of earth that overawes !

Amidst the strife of fratricidal foes, Where, resting by some tomb of old cacique Her birth star was the light of burning plains ; The lama-driver on Peruvia's peak,

Her baptism is the weight of blood that flows Nor voice nor living motion marks around; From kindred hearts--the blood of British veins ! But storks that to the boundless forest shriek; And famine tracks her steps, and pestilential pains !" Or wild-cane arch high flung o'er gulf profound,

pp. 50, 51. That fluctuates when the storms of El Dorado sound."--pp. 36, 37.

Gertrude’s alarm and dejection at the pros

pect of hostilities are well described : Albert, at last, bethinks him of inquiring after his stray ward young Henry; and enter- “0, meet not thou," she cries, “thy kindred foe! tains his guest with a short summary of his But peaceful let us seek fair England's strand," &c. history.

-as well as the arguments and generous “ His face the wand'rer hid ;-but could not hide sentiments by which her husband labours to A tear, a smile, upon his cheek that dwell!- reconcile her to a necessary evil. The noc. * And speak, mysterious stranger!' (Gertrude cried) turnal irruption of the old Indian is given with * It is !-it is!--I knew I knew him well! 'Tis Waldegrave's self, of Waldegrave come to his appearance, that he was not at first recog

great spirit :-Age and misery had so changed A burst of joy the father's lips declare ; (tell !' But Gertrude speechless on his bosom fell:

nised by any of the party. At once his open arms embrac'd the pair; Was never group more blest, in this wide world of And ey'd the group with half indignant air),

"And hast thou then forgot'-he cried forlorn, care!"-p. 39

• Oh! hast thou, Christian chief, forgot the morn The first overflowing of their joy and art. When I with thee the cup of peace did share ? less love is represented with all the fine Then stately was this head, and dark this hair, colours of truth and poetry; but we cannot But, if the weight of fifteen years' despair,

That now is white as Appalachia's snow! now make room for it. The Second Part ends And age hath bow'd me, and the tort'ring foe, with this stanza:

Bring me my Boy-and he will his deliverer

know!'" Then would that home admit them-happier far Than grandeur's most magnificent saloon-- “It was not long, with eyes and heart of flame, While, here and there, a solitary star

Ere Henry to his lov'd Oneyda flew : [came, Flush'd in the dark'ning firmament of June; • Bless thee, my guide !'-but, backward, as he And silence brought the soul-felt hour full soon, The chief his old bewilder'd head withdrew, Ineffable-which I may not pourtray!

And grasp'd his arm, and look'd and look'd him For never did the Hymenean moon

through. A paradise of hearts more sacred sway,

'Twas strange-nor could the group a smile control, In all that slept beneath her soft voluptuous ray.' The long, the doubtful scrutiny to view :

At last delight o'er all his features stole, (soul.The Last Part sets out with a soft but It is—my own !' he cried, and clasp'd him to his spirited sketch of their short-lived felicity. 66. Yes! thou recall'st my pride of years; for then

(men, “ Three little moons, how short! amidst the grove, When, spite of woods, and floods, and ambush'd

The bowstring of my spirit was not slack, And pastoral savannas they consume !

I bore thee like the quiver on my back, While she, beside her buskin'd youth to rove, Fleet as the whirlwind hurries on the rack ; Delights, in fancifully wild costume,

Nor foeman then, nor cougar's crouch I fear'd, Her lovely brow to shade with Indian plume;

For I was strong as mountain cataract; And forth in hunter-seeming vest they fare; And dost thou not remember how we cheer'd But not to chase the deer in forest gloom!

Upon the last hill-top, when white men's huis ap'Tis but the breath of heav'n-the blessed air

pear'd ?'"--pp. 54–56. And interchange of hearts, unknown, unseen to share.

After warning them of the approach of their "What though the sportive dog oft round them note, terrible foe, the conflagration is seen, and the Or fawn, or wild bird bursting on the wing; whoops and scattering shot of the enemy heard Yet who, in love's own presence, would devote at a distance. The motley militia of the To death those gentle throats that wake the spring ? neigbourhood flock to the defence of Albert, Or writhing from the brook its victim bring? No!-nor let fear one little warbler rouse ;

the effect of their shouts and music on the old But, fed by Gertrude's hand, still let them sing,

Indian is fine and striking. Acquaintance of her path, amidst the boughs, That shade ev'n now her love, and witness'd first Rous’d by their warlike pomp, and mirth, and

Old Outalissi woke his batile song, (cheer, her vows."--pp. 48, 49.

And beating with his war-club cadence strong, The transition to the melancholy part of the Tells how his deep-stung indignation smarts," &c. story is introduced with great tenderness and dignity.

p. 43.

Nor is the contrast of this savage enthusiasm But mortal pleasure, what art thou in truth? with the venerable composure of Albert less The torrent's smoothness ere it dash below! beautifully represented.

p. 61,

of the poem.

p. 69.

Calm, opposite the Christian Father rose, In future times--no gentle little one, Pale on his venerable brow its rays

To clasp thy neck, and look, resembling me! Of martyr light the conflagration throws;

Yet seems it, ev'n while life's last pulses run, One hand upon his lovely child he lays,

A sweetness in the cup of death to be, And one th’ uncover'd crowd to silence sways; Lord of my bosom's love! to die beholding thee!' While, though the battle flash is faster driv'nUnaw'd, with eye unstartled by the blaze,

“Hush'd were his Gertrude's lips! but still their

bland He for his bleeding country prays to HeavenPrays that the men of blood ihemselves may be With love that could not die! and still bis hand

And beautiful expression seem'd to melt forgiven.”—p. 62.

She presses to the heart no more that felt. They then speed their night march to the Ah heart! where once each fond affection dwelt, distant fort, whose wedged ravelins and re

And features yet that spoke a soul more fair!" doubts

pp. 64--68. • Wove like a diadem, its tracery round

The funeral is hurried over with pathetic The lotiy summit of that mountain green"- brevity; and the desolate and all-enduring

Indian brought in again with peculiar beauty. and look back from its lofty height on the desolated scenes around them. We will not Touch'd by the music, and the melting scene, separate, nor apologize for the length of the Was scarce one tearless eye amidst the crowd ; fine passage that follows; which alone, we To veil their eyes, as pass'd each much-lor'd

Stern warriors, resting on their swords, were seen think, might justify all we have said in praise


While woman's softer soul in woe dissolv'd aloud. "" A scene of death! where fires beneath the sun, " Then mournfully the parting bugle bid And blended arms, and white pavilions glow;

Its farewell o'er the grave of worth and truth. And for the business of destruction done,

Prone to the dust, afflicted Waldegrave hid Ils requiem the war-horn seem'd to blow.

His face on earth ?--Hini walch'd in gloomy ruth, There, sad spectatress of her country's woe !

His woodland guide ; but words had none io sooth The lovely Gertrude, safe from present harm,

The grief that knew not consolation's name! Had laid her cheek, and clasp'd'her hands of snow Casting his Indian mantle o'er the youth, On Waldegrave's shoulder, half within his arm

He watch'd beneath its folds, each burst that came Enclos'd, that felt her heart and hush'd its wild Convulsive,ague-like,across his shuddering frame!"

alarm ! “But short that contemplation! sad and short After some time spent in this mute and The pause to bid each much-lov'd scene adieu ! awful pause, this stern and heart-struck comBeneath the very shadow of the fort, (flew, forter breaks out into the following touching Where friendly swords were drawn, and banners and energetic address, with which the poem Ah! who could deem that foot of Indian crew Was near? - Yet there, with lust of murd'rous closes, with great spirit and abruptness: -

deeds, Gleam'd like a basilisk, from woods in view,

“And I could weep;'-th' Oneyda chief The ambush'd foeman's eye-his volley speeds!

His descant wildly thus began : And Albert - Albert - falls ! the dear old father

• But that I may not stain with grief bleeds!

The death-song of my father's son!

Or bow his head in woe; " And tranc'd in giddy horror Gertrude gwoon'd! For by my wrongs, and by my wrath ! Yet, while she clasps him lifeless to her zone, To-morrow Areouski's breath Say, burst they, borrow'd from her father's wound, (That fires yon heaven with storms of death) Those drops 7-0 God! the life-blood is her own! Shall light us to the foe: And falt'ring, on her Waldegrave's bosom thrown- And we shall share, my Christian boy ! • Weep noi, O Love!' – she cries, to see me The foeman's blood, the avenger's joy!

bleedThee, Gertrude's sad survivor, thee alone

“But thee, my flow'r! whose breath was giv's Heaven's peace commiserate! for scarce I heed

By milder genii o'er the deep, These wounds !-Yet thee to leave is death, is

The spirits of the white man's heav'n

Forbid not thee to weep!death indeed.

Nor will the Christian host, "Clasp me a little longer, on the brink

Nor will thy father's spirit grieve . Of fate! while I can feel thy dear caress;

To see thee, on the baitle's eve, And, when this heart hath ceas'd to beat-oh! think, Lamenting take a mournful leave And let it mitigate thy woe's excess,

or her who lov'd thee most : That thou hast been to me all tenderness,

She was the rainbow 10 thy sight!
And friend to more than human friendship just. Thy sun—thy heav'n--of lost delight!
Oh! by that retrospect of happiness,
And by the hopes of an immortal trust,

11. To-morrow let us do or die!

But when the bolt of death is hurl'd, God shall assuage thy pangs--when I am laid in

Ah! whither then with thee to fly, "Go, Henry, go not back, when I depart!

Shall Outalissa roam the world ?
The scene thy bursting tears too deep will move, Seek we ihy once-lov'd home ?
Where my dear father took thee to his heart, The hand is gone that cropt its flowers!
And Gertrude thought it ecstasy to rove

Unheard their clock repeats its hours .With thee, as with an angel, through the grove Cold is the hearth within their bow'rs! of peace-imagining her lot was cast

And should we thither roam,
In heav'n! for ours was not like earthly love! Its echoes, and its empty tread,
And must this parting be our very last ? (past. Would sound like voices from the dead!
No! I shall love thee still, when death itself is

"But hark, the trump!-to-morrow thou
"Half could I bear, methinks, to leave this earth- In glory's fires shalt dry thy tears:
And thee, more lov'd than aught beneath the sun! Ev'n from the land of shadows now
Could I have liv'd to smile but on the birth

My father's awful ghost appears,
Of one dear pledge !-But shall there then be none, Amidst the clouds that round us roll!

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