O ye keen and gusty mountains,

On whose top I braved the sky!

O ye music-pouring fountains,

On whose marge I loved to lie!

O ye posies,-lilies, roses,

All the charms that earth discloses!

Must I-must I from ye fly,

Bid ye all adieu-and die?

O ye birds whose matin chorus
Taught me to rejoice and bless!

And ye herds, whose voice sonorous
Swell'd the hymn of thankfulness!

Learned leisure, and the pleasure
Of the Muse, my dearest treasure;

Must I must I from ye fly,

Bid ye all adieu-and die?

O domestic ties endearing,

Which still chain my soul to earth!.

O ye friends, whose converse cheering,

Wing'd the hours with social mirth!

Songs of gladness, chasing sadness,

Wine's delight, without its madness;

Must I-must I from ye fly,

Bid ye all adieu-and die?

Yes I now fulfil the fiction

Of the swan that sings in death ;—

Earth, receive my benediction,

Air, inhale my parting breath;

Hills and valleys, forest alleys,
Prompters of my muse's sallies,
Fields of green and skies of blue,

Take, oh! take my last adieu.

Yet perhaps when all is ended,

And the grave dissolves my frame,

The elements from which 'twas blended

May their several parts reclaim;

Waters flowing, breezes blowing,

Earth, and all upon it growing, Still may have my alter'd essence,

Ever floating in their presence.

While my disembodied spirit

May to fields Elysian soar,

And some lowest seat inherit

Near the mighty bards of yore;

Never, never to dissever,

But to dwell in bliss for ever,

Tuning an enthusiast lyre

To that high and laurell'd quire.

SONNETS.

ETERNAL and Omnipotent Unseen!

Who bad'st the world, with all its lives complete,

Start from the void and thrill beneath thy feet,

Thee I adore with reverence serene;

Here, in the fields, thine own cathedral meet,

Built by thyself, star-roof'd, and hung with green,
Wherein all breathing things in concord sweet,
Organ'd by winds, perpetual hymns repeat.

Here hast thou spread that Book to every eye,
Whose tongue and truth all, all may read and prove,
On whose three blessed leaves-Earth, Ocean, Sky,

Thine own right hand hath stamp'd might, justice, love; Grand Trinity, which binds in due degree,

God, man, and brute, in social unity.

MORNING.

BEAUTIFUL Earth! O how can I refrain
From falling down to worship thee? Behold,
Over the misty mountains springs amain

The glorious Sun; his flaming locks unfold
Their gorgeous clusters, pouring o'er the plain
Torrents of light. Hark! Chanticleer has toll'd
His matin bell, and the lark's choral train

Warble on high hosannas uncontroll❜d.

All nature worships thee, thou new-born day!
Blade, flower, and leaf, their dewy offerings pay

Upon the shrine of incense-breathing earth;
Birds, flocks, and insects, chaunt their morning lay;
Let me, too, join in the thanksgiving mirth,

And praise, through thee, the God that gave thee birth.