And can thy soft persuasive look, Cold turf, which I no more must view, GIFFORD. 30 335 40 HOHENLINDEN. ON Linden, when the sun was low, Of Iser, rolling rapidly: But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, 5 By torch and trumpet fast array'd, 10 And furious every charger neigh'd, To join the dreadful revelry. Then shook the hills with thunder riven, And louder than the bolts of heaven 15 But redder yet that light shall glow level sun 'Tis morn, but scarce yon The combat deepens. On ye brave, Few, few, shall part where many meet! CAMPBELL. CATHARINA. ADDRESSED TO MISS STAPLETON. SHE came-she is gone-we have met― And meet perhaps never again; The sun of that moment is set, And seems to have risen in vain ; Catharina has fled like a dream, (So vanishes pleasure, alas !) But has left a regret and esteem That will not so suddenly pass. The last evening ramble we made, 5 10 Our progress was often delay'd By the nightingale warbling nigh. We paused under many a tree, And much she was charm'd with a tone Though the pleasures of London exceed Would feel herself happier here; Than aught that the city can show. So it is, when the mind is endued With a well-judging taste from above, 35 Then, whether embellish'd or rude, "T is nature alone that we love. The achievements of art may amuse, May even our wonder excite; But groves, hills, and valleys diffuse A lasting, a sacred delight. 40 Since then in the rural recess The scene of her sensible choice! From the clatter of street-pacing steeds, And by Philomel's annual note To measure the life that she leads. With her book, and her voice, and her lyre, She will have just the life she prefers, And ours would be pleasant as hers, COWPER. THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER. FATHER of all! in every age, In every clime adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord! Thou Great First Cause, least understood, 5 Who all my sense confined To know but this, that thou art good, And that myself am blind; Yet gave me, in this dark estate, To see the good from ill; And binding nature fast in fate, Let free the human will. 10 What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun, 15 What blessings thy free bounty gives, Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives ; 20 Yet not to earth's contracted span Let not this weak, unknowing hand If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, O teach my To find that better way! heart |