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H, I would walk
A weary journey-to the furtheft
Who, in the blaze of wifdom and of
Preferves a lowly mind, and to his God,
ER charm around, the enchantress, Memory, threw,
A charm that foothes the mind, and fweetens too!
But is her magic only felt below?
Say through what brighter realms fhe bids it flow!
No more to part, to mingle tears no more!
So there the foul, releafed from human ftrife,
Its lights and fhades, its funfhines and its fhowers,
As at a dream that charmed her vacant hours!
OME, bright Improvement, in the car of Time,
And rule the spacious world from clime to clime.
Thy handmaid, Art, fhall every wild
Trace every wave, and culture ev'ry shore.
OR can the fnows, which now cold age
Upon thy reverend head,
Quench or allay the noble fires within. For all that thou hast been, and all that
youth can be,
Thou'rt yet-fo fully ftill doft thou
Poffefs the manhood and the bloom of wit.
To things immortal time can do no wrong,
And that which never is to die, for ever must be
HE has a charm, a word of fire,
By every fign her Lord foretold,
THE ABBEY JUMIEGES.
GLORIOUS remnant of the Gothic pile
(Which once was Rome's) ftood half apart
In a grand arch,-which once fcreened
many an aisle ;
The laft had disappeared,-a lofs to art,
The first yet frowned fuperbly o'er the foil,
And kindled feelings in the rougheft heart
Which mourned the power of time and temper's march,
In gazing on that venerable arch.
ID the deep filence of the pathless wild, Where kindlier Nature once profufely smiled,
Th' eternal cedars ftand; unknown their
Untold their annals in hiftoric page!
Single in ruin, mighty in decay!
*Copied by the Editor from the ruins A.D. 1839, where "the lame Lord," as the Sacriftain faid, had carved them twenty years previous, and whofe vifit he well remembered.
Between the mountains and the neighbouring main
OMPULSION, from its deftined course,