3. "Yet that land to my mother will lonely appear'; And they welcome their child to the Land of the Blest." LESSON XLI. THE ORPHAN'S SONG. Iambic. Each line has four feet; while the second and fourth of each stanza has an additional short syllable. 1. OH! lady, buy these budding flowers', For I am sad', and wet', and weary'.— I gathered them ere break of day', When all was lonely', still', and dreary': And long I've sought to sell them heré, To purchase clothes', and food', and dwelling', 2. Ah! those who tread life's thornless way', They have no heart for woes like minè; And fortune smiled on me' and Ellen! And I shall scarcely live to weep them'! Her only home-its leaves her bedding'; To soothe the tears which she'll be shedding'. 5. When we in silence are laid down' In life's last fearless', blessed', sleeping', Save those of pitying Heaven's own weeping. 6. No one has bought of me to-day', And night is now the town o'ershading'; LESSON XLII. ODE ON THE DEATH OF THOMPSON. Iambic. Four feet to a line. 1. IN yonder grave a druid lies', Where slowly winds the stealing wave'; The year's best sweets shall duteous rise' That he', whose heart in sorrow bleeds', To hear the woodland pilgrim's knell. 4. Remembrance oft shall haunt the shoré When Thames in summer wreaths is drest', And oft suspend the dashing oar', To bid his gentle spirit rest! 5. And oft', as ease and health retire' The friend shall view yon whitening spiré, 6. But thou, who own'st that earthy bed', 7. Yet lives there oné, whose heedless eyé Shall scorn thy pale shrine glimmering near' ? With him, sweet bard', may fancy diè, And joy desert the blooming year. 8. But thoú, lorn stream', whose sullen tide' 9. And seè, the fairy valleys fadè; Dun night has veiled the solemn view'! 10. The genial meads', assigned to bless' Thy lifé, shall mourn thy early doom`; 11. Long', long', thy stone and pointed clay' LESSON XLIII. THE BIRD OF PARADISE. In this ode is employed the iambic, trochaic, and anapestic measure, in lines of various lengths. 1. Ан mè! I've lost my liberty'; 2. And in this cagé My active mind' Till this my gilded tenement shall bé Destroyed by some disaster or by age. But-how came I here'? Who was it that deprived my heaven-born soul' In the paradise of God', Where no base passion could my peace control', Or in my breast create a fear? 'Twas Satan', aye 'twas he' That robbed me of my liberty': His artful snares the insidious fowler laid', And to this captive state my innocence betrayed. 3. 4. But boast not', Satan', thou thy point hast gained'. Heaven permits it so to bé, That all the world may one day seé Justice triumphant over perfidy'; Trochaic. For know', that Christ the conquest hath obtained'. Yes', and he'll quickly come', And publicly pronounce thy doom'. With double fury light on thy devoted head. And heré, in groans' And silent moans', Lament my prisoned state'. Ah me', I once was used to mount and fly', In sweetly pleasing strains', But now', condemned within this cage to lie, Refuse to sing', And sighing', wish to die. 5. But why despair'? Come, try thy voicè, and stretch thy wing; With fond desire' Peep through the wirè: Thy keeper 'll quickly come and let thee out. 6. This', O, this, is happy news'! Trochaic. 7. "Satan, the cruel fowler', put me in, And fast inclosed me round with sense and sin'; But Satan cannot keep me here; For not to him' the cage belongs ; 'Tis Christ's', and he shall have my songs', Since he 's my kind deliverer." Thus awhilé I will beguilé The passing hours away', Assured my Master 'll not forget' To make my bed', and find me meat', Though immured in a cell'; Not anxious to livé, nor yet fearful to die. 8. But soon', alas'! secure of future bliss', Senseless I grow', And scarcely know' What real freedom is. |