III. MORNING AFTER THE GALE.

Bravely our trim ship rode the tempest through; And, when the exhausted gale had ceased to rave, How broke the day-star on the gazer's view! How flush'd the orient every crested wave! The sun threw down his shield of golden light In fierce defiance on the ocean's bed; Whereat, the clouds betook themselves to flight, Like routed hosts, with banners soil'd and red. The sky was soon all brilliance, east and west; All traces of the gale had pass'd awayThe chiming billows, by the breeze caress'd, Toss'd lightly from their heads the feathery spray. Ah! thus may Hope's auspicious star again Rise o'er the troubled soul where gloom and grief have been!

IV. TO A LAND-BIRD.

Thou wanderer from green fields and leafy nooks! Where blooms the flower and toils the honey-bee; Where odorous blossoms drift along the brooks, And woods and hills are very fair to seeWhy hast thou left thy native bough to roam, With drooping wing, far o'er the briny billow? Thou canst not, like the osprey, cleave the foam, Nor, like the petrel, make the wave thy pillow. Thou'rt like those fine-toned spirits, gentle bird, Which, from some better land, to this rude life Seem borne-they struggle, mid the common herd, With powers unfitted for the selfish strife! Haply, at length, some zephyr wafts them back To their own home of peace, across the world's dull track.

V.-A THOUGHT OF THE PAST.

I woke from slumber at the dead of night,
Stirr'd by a dream which was too sweet to last-
A dream of boyhood's season of delight;
It flash'd along the dim shapes of the past!
And, as I mused upon its strange appeal,
Thrilling my heart with feelings undefined,
Old memories, bursting from time's icy seal,
Rush'd, like sun-stricken fountains, on my mind.
Scenes, among which was cast my early home,
My favourite haunts, the shores, the ancient woods,
Where, with my schoolmates, I was wont to roam,
Green, sloping lawns, majestic solitudes-
All rose before me, till, by thought beguiled,
Freely I could have wept, as if once more a child.

VI. TROPICAL WEATHER.

We are afloat upon the tropic sea!
Here summer holdeth a perpetual reign:
How flash the waters in their bounding glee!
The sky's soft purple is without a stain! [blowing,
Full in our wake the snooth, warm trade-winds
To their unvarying goal still faithful run;
And as we steer, with sails before them flowing,
Nearer the zenith daily climbs the sun.
The startled flying-fish around us skim,
Gloss'd, like the hummingbird, with rainbow dyes;
And, as they dip into the water's brim,
Kwift in pursuit the preying dolphin hies.
All, all is fair; and, gazing round. we feel
The south's soft languor gently o'er our senses steal.

VIL-A CALM.

O! for one draught of cooling northern air! That it might pour its freshness on me now; That it might kiss my cheek and cleave my hair, And part its currents round my fever'd brow! Ocean, and sky, and earth! a blistering calm Spread over all! how weary wears the day! O, lift the wave, and bend the distant palm, Breeze! wheresoe'er thy lagging pinions stray, Triumphant burst upon the level deep, Rock the fix'd hull and swell the clinging sail! Arouse the opal clouds that o'er us sleep, Sound thy shrill whistle! we will bid thee hail! Though wrapt in all the storm-clouds of the north, Yet from thy home of ice, come forth, O, breeze, come forth!

VIII-A WISH.

That I were in some forest's green retreat, Beneath a towering arch of proud old elms; Where a clear streamlet gurgled at my feetIts wavelets glittering in their tiny helms! Thick clustering vines, in many a rich festoon, From the high, rustling branches should depend; Weaving a net, through which the sultry noon Might stoop in vain its fiery beams to send. There, prostrate on some rock's gray sloping side, Upon whose tinted moss the dew yet lay, Would I catch glimpses of the clouds that ride Athwart the sky-and dream the hours away; While through the alleys of the sunless wood The fanning breeze might steal, with wild-flowers' breath imbued.

IX. TROPICAL NIGHT.

But, O! the night!-the cool, luxurious night, Which closes round us when the day grows dim, And the sun sinks from his meridian height Behind the ocean's occidental rim! Clouds, in thin streaks of purple, green, and red. Lattice his parting glory, and absorb The last bright emanations that are shed In wide profusion, from his failing orb. And now the moon, her lids unclosing, deigns To smile serenely on the charmed sen, That shines as if inlaid with lightning-chains, From which it hardly struggled to be free. Swan-like, with motion unperceived, we glide, Touch'd by the downy breeze, and favour'd by the tide.

X. THE PLANET JUPITER.

Ever, at night, have I look'd first for thee, O'er all thy astral sisterhood supreme! Ever, at night, have I look'd up to see The diamond lustre of thy quivering beam; Shining sometimes through pillowy clouds serene. As they part from thee, like a loosen'd scroll; Sometimes unveil'd, in all thy native sheen. When no pale vapours underneath thee roll. Bright planet! that art but a single ray From our Creator's throne, illume my soul' Thy influence shed upon my doubtful way Through life's dark vista to the immortal goalGleam but as now upon my dying eyes shall rise. And hope, from earth to thee, from thee to heaven

Death and terror circled him about

But he stood and perish'd-not in vain! Not in vain the youthful martyr fell!

Then and there he crush'd a bloody creed! And his high example shall impel

Future heroes to as great a deed! Stony answers yet remain for those

Who would question and precede the time! In their season, may they meet their foes, Like TELEMACHUS, with front sublime!

SUMMER IN THE HEART.

THE cold blast at the casement beats,
The window-panes are white,

The snow whirls through the empty streets-
It is a dreary night!

Sit down, old friend! the wine-cups wait,
Fill to o'erflowing! fill!
Though Winter howleth at the gate,

In our hearts 'tis summer still!

For we full many summer joys

And greenwood sports have shared, When, free and ever-roving boys,

The rocks, the streams we dared!

And, as I look upon thy face

Back, back o'er years of ill, My heart flies to that happy place, Where it is summer still!

Yes, though, like sere leaves on the ground,

Our early hopes are strown,

And cherish'd flowers lie dead around,
And singing birds are flown,-

The verdure is not faded quite,

Not mute all tones that thrill; For, seeing, hearing thee to-night,

In my heart 'tis summer still! Fill up the olden times come back! With light and life once more

We scan the future's sunny track,

From youth's enchanted shore !
The lost return. Through fields of bloom
We wander at our will;

Gone is the winter's angry gloom-
In our hearts 'tis summer still!

THE FUGITIVE FROM LOVE.

Is there but a single theme
For the youthful poet's dream?
Is there but a single wire
To the youthful poet's lyre?
Earth below and heaven above-
Can he sing of naugnt but love?
Nay! the battle's dust I see!
God of war! I follow thee!
And, in martial numbers, raise
Worthy peans to thy praise.
Ah! she meets me on the field-
If I fly not, I must yield.
Jolly patron of the grape!
To thy arms I will escape!

Quick, the rosy nectar bring;
Io BACCHE" I will sing.
Ha! Confusion! every sip
But reminds me of her lip.
PALLAS! give me wisdom's page,
And awake my lyric rage;
Love is fleeting; love is vain;

I will try a nobler strain.

O, perplexity! my books
But reflect her haunting looks!
JUPITER! on thee I cry!
Take me and my lyre on high!
Lo! the stars beneath me gleam!
Here, O, poet! is a theme.
Madness! She has come above!
Every chord is whispering "Love!"

THE NIGHT-STORM AT SEA
"Tis a dreary thing to be
Tossing on the wide, wide sea,
When the sun has set in clouds,

And the wind sighs through the shrouds,
With a voice and with a tone

Like a living creature's moan

Look! how wildly swells the surge
Round the black horizon's verge!

See the giant billows rise
From the ocean to the skies!

While the sca-bird wheels his flight
O'er their streaming crests of white.
List! the wind is wakening fast'
All the sky is overcast!
Lurid vapours, hurrying, trail
In the pathway of the gale,
As it strikes us with a shock
That might rend the deep-set rock!
Falls the strain'd and shiver'd mast!
Spars are scatter'd by the blast!
And the sails are split asunder,
As a cloud is rent by thunder;
And the struggling vessel shakes,
As the wild sea o'er her breaks.

Ah! what sudden light is this,
Blazing o'er the dark abyss?
Lo! the full moon rears her form
Mid the cloud-rifts of the storm,
And, athwart the troubled air,
Shines, like hope upon despair!
Every leaping billow gleams
With the lustre of her beams,
And lifts high its fiery plume
Through the midnight's parting gloom
While its scatter'd flakes of gold
O'er the sinking deck are roll'd.

Father! low on bended knee,
Humbled, weak, we turn to thee!
Spare us, mid the fearful fight
Of the raging winds to-night!
Guide us o'er the threatening wave:
Save us!-thou alone canst save!