Shun, as Judah's sons of old That dark veil, which from man's eye His pen, guided from above, Was replete with Christian "love.”41 Empty Pharisaic pride.42 Such a course (beyond all measure) Through the merits of "your Master "48_ 40 John xiii. 23. 41 See St. John's Epistles-passim. 42 Matt. v. 20; xvi. 6-11; Mark viii. 15; xi. 39. 43 Matt. xxiii. 10. LINES Written at Portora Castle, on the banks of Lough Erne. (Aug. 22, 1842.) L IKE Elijah's of old, the dark mantle of ev❜ning Oh! how sweet is the scene- -all is tranquil around me Not a leaf even moves-the sole sound which I hear, Night's beautiful Queen, rides triumphant on high, And (how great is the aid which she lends to reflection,) Guides her silvery car through the star-spangled sky— 442 Kings ii. 11-13. Proud hopes for the future are rife in my bosom, As I gaze on the stars mirror'd bright in Lough Erne; Oh! would that some sage with his skill would inspire me So that I from those stars might my destiny learn— Oh! ye beautiful stars of such diamond-like splendour, Oh! ye gems which the hand of Omniscient might With a brilliance which mocks at all human inventions, So thickly has wove in the mantle of night; Can ye grant what I seek?—if ye can, oh! assist me; A niche in the temple of laurel-crown'd Fame ?- Round my temples the chaplet of laurel-leaves bind? (Oh! when Intellect bids all her children in phalanx Against Error and Folly and Falsehood advance, In the very front ranks be it mine, cool and fearless, Against that dark legion to level a lance If the warrior in strife burns with madd'ning excitement Far more wildly, (methinks) will my heart leap within me, When to combat with mind forth to battle I go, Far more madd'ning will be the unbounded excitement When in mind-to-mind struggle I grapple the foe; Far more eager for fame will be my aspirations When, hoping and doubting, yet still without fear, In Learning's front ranks I stand firm fully harness'd With the mail of45 a Christian, and Intellect's spear. I well know how madly the children of "Mammon” For gold, for indulgence, for luxury pine, In the sty of their wealth let them wallow; I reck not To know yet more fully the Volume of Life)——— For ne'er to blind man have your thoughts been exprest Since of old with those words stamp'd on cruciform brilliance Ye sooth'd the dark sorrows of (RR) Constantine's breast Ye stars, since ye will not impart me the knowledge Which I seek, to another I'll make my appeal, To another who will (I would hope) give me credence And undoubting believe that I say what I feelErin, Erin, dear Erin, oh! my land by adoption, With good wishes at least a young stranger befriend 45 Eph. vi. 11. 46 Matt. viii. 46. H Do I see from yon mist thy bright "Genius" arising? Oh! on me with affection thy countenance bend-— Erin, Erin approach; closer yet-the young stranger With knee lowly bent on thy evergreen land, Would fain pay thee homage and make his obeisance, While he prints a warm kiss on thy delicate handOh! grant what he asks-grant it quickly-remember That a boon quickly granted is valued the mostGrant it quickly-ah! thank thee-by that precious favour Thou hast won a new vassal, who true to his post, Will stand by thee till death—if thy sons craven-hearted (It has happen'd ere now) from their duty should flee; Stepping forth in their place, the young Saxon undaunted Will the gauntlet uplift, and do battle for thee! Oh! grant him thy smile when he fearlessly combats, Horse to horse, sword to sword, spear to spear, hand to hand; Should he conquer, perchance then, the name of the stranger Will ring through the vales of thy beautiful landAh! the mist which envelopes thy form is receding, Erin, Erin, farewell! I shall ever love thee; Yes, roam where I may, thought will dwell on thy beauties; 'Tis night-slumber softly then, (ss) "Cushla machree"- |