Now on. Mantic waves he rides afar, Where Andes, giant of the western star, Published as the dot directs by Longman & Rees, London, 1 July.1000. What viewlefs forms th' Æolian organ play, And fweep the furrow'd lines of anxious thought away! Angel of life! thy glittering wings explore Earth's loneliest bounds, and Ocean's wildest shore. Looks from his throne of clouds o'er half the world. 60 Now far he sweeps, where scarce a fummer fmiles, And waft, across the waves tumultuous roar, The wolf's long howl from Oonalaska's shore. Poor child of danger, nurfling of the storm, Sad are the woes that wreck thy manly form! Rocks, waves, and winds, the shatter'd bark delay; Thy heart is fad, thy home is far away. But Hope can here her moonlight vigils keep, And fing to charm the spirit of the deep: Swift as yon ftreamer lights the ftarry pole, Her vifions warm the watchman's penfive foul: 65 70 His native hills that rise in happier climes, 75 The grot that heard his fong of other times, His cottage-home, his bark of flender fail, His glaffy lake, and broomwood blossom❜d vale, Rush on his thought; he sweeps before the wind, 80 Meets at each step a friend's familiar face, And flies at laft to Helen's long embrace; His faithful dog falutes the smiling guest, 85 Friend of the brave! in peril's darkest hour, To thee the heart its trembling homage yields, 90 When front to front the banner'd hofts combine, Halt ere they close, and form the dreadful line. The march-worn foldier mingles for the toil; The dauntless brow, and spirit-speaking eye, And hears thy ftormy mufic in the drum ! And fuch thy ftrength-inspiring aid that bore In horrid climes, where Chiloe's tempefts sweep 'Twas his to mourn misfortune's rudeft fhock, Scourg'd by the winds, and cradled on the rock, 105 |