10. No more;-time halts not in his noiseless march Nor turns, nor winds, as doth the liquid flood; Of airy workmanship whereon we stood, Earth stretched below, Heaven in our neighbourhood. Go forth, and please the gentle and the good; Nor be a whisper stifled, if it say That treasures, yet untouched, may grace some future Lay. XXXVI. TO ENTERPRISE. * KEEP for the Young the impassioned smile A slender Volume grasping in thy hand- The various turns of Crusoe's fate) Ah, spare the exulting smile, And drop thy pointing finger bright But neither veil thy head in shadows dim, Nor turn thy face away From One who, in the evening of his day, This poem having risen out of the " Italian Itinerant," &c. (page 269) it is here annexed. 1. Bold Spirit! who art free to rove While traversing this nether sphere, The Grove, and stained the turf with gore; (The food that pleased thee best, to win) The flame-eyed Eagle oft wouldst scare 2. What though this ancient Earth be trod No more by step of Demi-god, Mounting from glorious deed to deed As thou from clime to clime didst lead, And the hushed farewell of an eye Where no procrastinating gaze A last infirmity betrays, Prove that thy heaven-descended sway Shall ne'er submit to cold decay. By thy divinity impelled, The Stripling seeks the tented field; Vowed to severer discipline; And hast Thou not with triumph seen How soaring Mortals glide serene From cloud to cloud, and brave the light With bolder than Icarian flight? Or, in their bells of crystal, dive Where winds and waters cease to strive, For no unholy visitings, Among the monsters of the Deep, |