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Upon the southern side of the slant hills,
ON THE LOSS OF THE ROYAL GEORGE.
Toll for the brave! .
The brave that are no more! All sunk beneath the wave,
Fast by their native shore !
Eight hundred of the brave,
Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel,
And laid her on her side.
A land breeze shook the shrouds,
And she was overset;
With all her crew complete.
Toll for the brave !
Brave Kempenfelt is gone;
His work of glory done.
It was not in the battle ;
No tempest gave the shock;
She ran upon no rock.
His sword was in its sheath;
His fingers held the pen,
When Kempenfelt went down
With twice four hundred men.
Weigh the vessel up,
Once dreaded by our foes !
The tear that England owes.
Her timbers yet are sound,
And she may float again
And plough the distant main.
But Kempenfelt is gone,
His victories are o’er;
Shall plough the wave no more.
SURVIVOR sole, and hardly such, of all
It seems idolatry with soine excuse,
Thou wast a bauble once, a cup and ball
jay, Seeking her food, with ease might have parloin'd The auburn nut that held thee, swallowing down Thy yet close folded latitude of boughs And all thine embryo vastness at a gulp. . But Fate thy growth decreed; autumnal rains Beneath thy parent tree mellow'd the soil Design'd thy cradle ; and a skipping deer, With pointed hoof dibbling the glebe prepard The soft receptacle, in which, secure, Thy rudiments should sleep the winter through.
So Fancy dreams. Disprove it, if ye can, Ye reas'ners broad awake, whose busy search Of argument, employ'd too oft amiss, Sifts half the pleasures of short life away! '..
Thou fell’st mature; and, in the loamy clod Swelling with vegetative force instinct, Didst burn thine egg, as theirs the fabled Twins, Now stars; two lobes, protruding, pair'd exact; A leaf succeeded, and another leaf, .. .
And, all the elements thy puny growth
By thee I might correct, erroneous oft,
woods; And Time hath made thee what thou art—a cave For owls to roost in. Once thy spreading boughs O’erhung the champaign; and the num'rous flocks That grazd it stood beneath that ample cope : Uncrowded, yet safe shelter'd from the storm. . No flock frequents thee now. Thou hast outliv'd Thy popularity, and art become (Unless verse rescue thee awhile) a thing Forgotten, as the foliage of thy youth.
While thus through all the stages thou hast push'd Of treeship-first a seedling, hid in grass; Then twig; then sapling; and, as cent’ry roll'de Slow after century, a giant-bulk Of girth enormous, with moss-cushion'd root, Upheav'd above the soil, and sides emboss'd VOL. VI.