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The hour is approaching, - a terrible hour! The blood of our ancestors nourished the tree ; And Vengeance is bending her bow ;

From their tombs, from their ashes, it sprung; Already the clouds of the hurricane lower, Its boughs with their trophies are hung; And the rock-rending whirlwinds blow; Their spirit dwells in it, and — hark! for it Back rolls the huge Ocean, hell opens below;

spoke, The floods return headlong,

they sweep

The voice of our fathers ascends from their oak. The slave-cultured lands to the deep, In a moment entombed in the horrible void, Ye Britons, who dwell where we conquered of By their Maker himself in his anger destroyed.

old,

Who inherit our battle-field graves ; Shall this be the fate of the cane-planted isles, Though poor were your fathers, - gigantic and More lovely than clouds in the west,

bold, When the sun o'er the ocean descending in smiles, We were not, we could not be, slaves ; Sinks softly and sweetly to rest ?

But firm as our rocks, and as free as our waves, No! Father of mercy! befriend the opprest; The spears of the Romans we broke, At the voice of thy gospel of peace

We never stooped under their yoke. May the sorrows of Africa 'cease ;

In the shipwreck of nations we stood up alone, And slave and his master devoutly unite The world was great Cæsar's, but Britain our own. To walk in thy freedom and dwell in thy light !

JAMES MONTGOMERY.

As homeward my weary-winged Fancy extends

ADDRESS TO THE OCEAN.
Her star-lighted course through the skies,
High over the mighty Atlantic ascends, O Thou vast Ocean ! ever-sounding Sea !
And turns upon Europe her eyes :

Thou symbol of a drear immensity !
Ah me! what new prospects, new horrors arise ? Thou thing that windest round the solid world
I see the war-tempested flood

Like a huge animal, which, downward hurled All foaming, and panting with blood ;

From the black clouds, lies weltering and alone, The panic-struck Ocean in agony roars, Lashing and writhing till its strength be gone! Rebounds from the battle, and flies to his shores. Thy voice is like the thunder, and thy sleep

Is as a giant's slumber, loud and deep. For Britannia is wielding the trident to-day, Thou speakest in the east and in the west Consuming her foes in her ire,

At once, and on thy heavily laden breast And hurling her thunder with absolute sway Fleets come and go, and shapes that have no life From her wave-ruling chariots of fire.

Or motion, yet are moved and meet in strife. She triumphs ; the winds and the waters con- The earth has naught of this: no chance orchange spire

Ruffles its surface, and no spirits dare To spread her invincible name;

Give answer to the tempest-wakened air; The universe rings with her fame;

But o'er its wastes the weakly tenants range But the cries of the fatherless mix with her At will, and wound its bosom as they go : praise,

Ever the same, it hath no ebb, no flow : And the tears of the widow are shed on her bays. But in their stated rounds the seasons come,

And pass like visions to their wonted home ; O Britain, dear Britain ! the land of my birth ; And come again, and vanish ; the young Spring O Isle most enchantingly fair !

Looks ever bright with leaves and blossoming; Thou Pearl of the Ocean ! thou Gem of the Earth! And Winter always winds his sullen horn, O my Mother, my Mother, beware,

When the wild Autumn, with a look forlorn, For wealth is a phantom, and empire a snare ! Dies in his stormy manhood ; and the skies 0, let not thy birthright be sold

Weep, and flowers sicken, when the summer flies. For reprobate glory and gold !

O, wonderful thou art, great element, Thy distant dominions like wild graftings shoot, And fearful in thy spleeny humors bent, They weigh down thy trunk, they will tear up And lovely in repose ! thy summer form thy root,

Is beautiful, and when thy silver waves

Make music in earth's dark and winding caves, The root of thine oak, O my country! that I love to wander on thy pebbled beach, stands

Marking the sunlight at the evening hour, Rock-planted and flourishing free ;

And hearken to the thoughts thy waters teach, — Its branches are stretchedo'er the uttermost lands, Eternity – Eternity — and Power. And its shadow eclipses the sea.

BARRY CORYWALL

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No! - Father of merry' befriend the opprest; The spears of the Homans we bruke,
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JANE *

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