But not, my child, with life's precarious fire, 425 The immortal ties of Nature fhall expire; Thefe fhall refift the triumph of decay, When time is o'er, and worlds have pafs'd away; But that which warm'd it once fhall never die! 430 That spark unburied in its mortal frame, With living light, eternal, and the fame, Shall beam on Joy's interminable years, Unveil'd by darkness-unaffuag'd by tears! "Yet, on the barren fhore and stormy deep One tedious watch is Conrad doom'd to weep; But when I gain the home without a friend, 435 F This laft embrace, ftill cherish'd in my heart, 440 Thy darling form fhall feem to hover nigh, And hush the groan of life's last agony! "Farewell! when strangers lift thy father's bier, And place my nameless stone without a tear; When each returning pledge hath told my child 445 That Conrad's tomb is on the defert pil'd; And when the dream of troubled fancy fees Its lonely rank-grafs waving in the breeze; Who then will foothe thy grief, when mine is o'er? Who will protect thee, helplefs Ellenore? Shall fecret fcenes thy filial forrows hide, Scorn'd by the world, to factious guilt allied? 450 Ah! no; methinks the generous and the good Will woo thee from the fhades of folitude! O'er friendlefs grief compaffion fhall awake, 455 Infpiring thought of rapture yet to be, If in that frame no deathlefs fpirit dwell, If that faint murmur be the laft farewell; 460 If fate unite the faithful but to part, Why is their memory facred to the heart? Reftor'd a while in every pleafing dream? Why do I joy the lonely spot to view, By artlefs friendship bleft when life was new? 465 Eternal Hope! when yonder spheres fublime Peal'd their first notes to found the march of Time, Thy joyous youth began-but not to fade. When all the fifter planets have decay'd; When rapt in fire the realms of ether glow, And Heav'n's last thunder shakes the world below; Thou, undifmay'd, fhalt o'er the ruin fmile, And light thy torch at Nature's funeral pile ! LND OF PART SECOND. 470 NOTES ON PART I. Note I. And fuch thy ftrength-infpiring aid that bore The following picture of his own diftrefs, given by Byron in his fimple and interefting narrative, juftifies the defcription in p. 10. After relating the barbarity of the Indian Cacique to his child, he proceeds thus:-"A day or two after, we put to sea again, and croffed the great bay I mentioned we had been at the bottom of, when we first hawled away to the weftward. The land here |