VII. THE KING OF SWEDEN. THE Voice of Song from distant lands shall call To that great King; shall hail the crowned Youth Who, taking counsel of unbending Truth, By one example hath set forth to all How they with dignity may stand; or fall, If fall they must. Now, whither doth it tend? And what to him and his shall be the end? That thought is one which neither can appal Of fortitude, and piety, and love, Which all his glorious Ancestors approve : The Heroes bless him, him their rightful Son. VIII. TO TOUSSAINT L'OUVERTURE. TOUSSAINT, the most unhappy Man of Men! Wilt thou find patience? Yet die not; do thou Powers that will work for thee; air, earth, and skies; There's not a breathing of the common wind That will forget thee; thou hast great allies; Thy friends are exultations, agonies, And love, and Man's unconquerable mind. IX. September 1st, 1802. WE had a fellow-Passenger who came From Calais with us, gaudy in array,A Negro Woman like a Lady gay, Yet silent as a woman fearing blame; Dejected, meek, yea pitiably tame, She sate, from notice turning not away, But on our proffered kindness still did lay A weight of languid speech,-or at the same Was silent, motionless in eyes and face. She was a Negro Woman driven from France, Rejected like all others of that race, Not one of whom may now find footing there; This the poor Out-cast did to us declare, Nor murmured at the unfeeling Ordinance. X. COMPOSED IN THE VALLEY, NEAR DOVER, ON THE DAY OF LANDING, DEAR Fellow-traveller! here we are once more. Of the waves breaking on the chalky shore,— Europe is yet in Bonds; but let that pass, XI. September, 1802. INLAND, within a hollow Vale, I stood; And saw, while sea was calm and air was clear, The Coast of France, the Coast of France how near! Drawn almost into frightful neighbourhood. I shrunk, for verily the barrier flood Was like a Lake, or River bright and fair, Spake laws to them, and said that by the Soul VOL. 11. P |