Hark, the shout is renew'd! 'tis a long earnest cry, It peals from the earth, and it pleads to the sky; Send truth thro' each continent, isthmus, and isle, Hope speaks in her step, and bliss lives in her smile.

What haloes of glory her semblance enshrine! She bids knowledge, worth, power, and justice combine;

Doubt fades in her glance, and no terror survives; 'Tis she to the soul manumission that gives.

From the poles to the centre her voice shall resound, The pagan enlighten'd the slave be unbound; Oppression and fraud shall relinquish their prey, And foul superstition be robb'd of her sway.

What force shall confine her? abroad she must go,
To purge all abuses, to trample each foe:
The king on his throne, and the hind in his shed,
Can to glory alone by her fiat be led.

Fair daughter of heaven! then come, quickly come, Make the far isles rejoice, and the wild desert bloom;

Where thou art hate, envy, and sorrow must cease, Then stretch o'er the broad world thy sceptre of

peace.

THE WAY WIND.

(CONVOLVULUS ARVENSIS.)

On the wayside bank there blooms a flower,
Which open'd at morn's opening hour;
Its vinous stem trails along the ground,
And its arms the neighbouring shoots cling round.

With arrow-shap'd leaves and pink-strip'd bells,
It lends a charm to the spot where it dwells;
While the dewdrop in its cell is laid,
Like a crystal on a coral bed.

Though often spurn'd by heedless feet,
It springs th' observant eye to greet;
And sweetly gems through Summer's hour,
The rugged bank and rustic bower.

Then let the proud in pomp delight,
And feast on gauds their aching sight;
A lovelier charm round the cottage springs,
Than is known in the marble courts of kings.

SONNET

ON THE RUINS OF GODSTOW NUNNERY;

(VIEW OF OXFORD IN THE DISTANCE.)

(From the Latin.)

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WHERE Rosamond yet lingering lustre sheds Around this shatter'd fane and mouldering tomb, Midst scatter'd masses of the hoary domeWhere o'er the path one nodding portal spreads The arch-where, in th' irriguous vale, their heads The tall trees rear'd, imposing solemn g'comUprose erewhile the pallid sisters' home, Whose bell rous'à lark--wak'd votary to her beads: (While in the veil of night's slow-pacing hours,

The narrow pane betray'd the far-seen light.) There lowing kine now crop the wild weed flowers, And nought but moss-grown fragments meet the

sight.

So thou, proud Oxford, with thy hundred towers, May'st sinking fall to dust, and own Time's conquering might.

Nothing in genuine history can be found to warrant the popular notion of Rosamond having died a violent death. On the contrary, appears probable that she etired to pass her latter days in penitential sorrow within the walls of this monastry, in which, as a boarder, she had received her education. The remains of this farfamed Nunnery consist chiefly of a small building, supposed to have been the chapter-house, and a mutilated quadrangular wall. In the former the reliques of the or

THE BELL-FLOWER.

(CAMPANULA ROTUNDIFOLIA.)

UPON the heath the bell-flower blooms
Where fitful breezes flutter round;
While Autumn spreads her thickest glooms,
And wither'd herbage strews the ground.

It loves the unfrequented lea,

The rugged bank, the rocky steep, Where wily foxes roam for prey,

Where night hawks cry, and lizards creep.

Its gracile stem and trembling bell
Attract the rustic wandering near,
And seem in well-known guise to tell

Of Him who bade it flourish there.

lovely Rosamond are thought to have been re-interred after Hugh, Bishop of Lincoln, had caused them to be removed from the choir of the church.--" Though after her removal there were not the same ornaments about her as there were before; yet the nuns inclosed the bones in a perfumed leather bag, which they had afterwards inclosed in a leaden coffin, over which a tomb was laid, with this inscription: TOMBA ROSAMUNDE."-Thus it continued till about the time of the dissolution, when it was taken up, as we are told, by Leland, in these words: "Rosamunde's tumbe at Godstowe Nunnery was taken up a late; it is a stone with this inscription, Tumba Rosamundæ. Her bones were closid in lede, and withyn that bones were closid in letter. When it was openid there was a very swete smell came out of it."-HEARN.

Yes, flourish when the earth no more
Its wonted nutriment supplies;
When genial showers and gales are o'er,
And unsustain'd its neighbour dies.

Its vigour's nurst by that same hand
Which feeds the ravens in distress,
Which led and fill'd the chosen band,
E'n in the parched wilderness.

Still undiminish'd is that power,

That goodness stretches without bound.— He who sustains that simple flower

Can worlds uphold, or worlds confound.

Though plac'd in prospects dark and drear,
Where dead in sin the many lie,
That goodness will the faithful cheer,
That power each needful aid supply.

THE REDSTART.

(SYLVIA PHOENICURUS.)

BLITHE Summer visitant! I love
To mark thee o'er the ruin grey,
With agile, graceful, motion move
In sport, or to secure thy prey.