(Woods happy once, that heard the carols free Ofrustic love, and cheerful industry;

Now dull and joyless lie their alleys green,

And silence marks the track where France has

been.)

Far other scenes than these my fancy view'd :
Rocks rob'd in ice, a mountain solitude;

Where on Helvetian hills, in godlike state,
Alone and awful, Europe's Angel sate :
Silent and stern he sate; then, bending low,
Listen'd th' ascending plaints of human wo,
And waving as in grief his towery head,
"Not yet, not yet the day of rest," he said;
"It may not be. Destruction's gory wing
Soars o'er the banners of the younger king,
Too rashly brave, who seeks with single sway
To stem the lava on its destin'd way.
Poor, glittering warriors, only wont to know
The bloodless pageant of a martial show ;
Nurselings of peace; for fiercer fights prepare,
And dread the step-dame sway of unaccustom'd

war!

They fight, they bleed !-Oh! had that blood

been shed

When Charles and Valour Austria's armies led; Had these stood forth the righteous cause to shield,

When victory waver'd on Moravia's field;

Then France had mourn'd her conquests made in

vain,

Her backward-beaten ranks, and countless slain; Then had the strength of Europe's freedom stood, And still the Rhine had roll'd a German flood!

"Oh! nurs'd in many a wile, and practis'd long To spoil the poor, and cringe before the strong; To swell the victor's state, and hovering near, Like some base vulture in the battle's rear, To watch the carnage of the field, and share Each loathsome alms the prouder eagles spare : A curse is on thee, Brandenburgh! the sound Of Poland's wailing drags thee to the ground; And, drunk with guilt, thy harlot lips shall know The bitter dregs of Austria's cup of wo.

"Enough of vengeance! O'er th' ensanguin'd

plain

I gaze, and seek their numerous host in vain ;

Gone like the locust band, when whirlwinds bear
Their flimsy legions through the waste of air.
Enough of vengeance!-By the glorious dead,
Who bravely fell where youthful Lewis led;
By Blucher's sword in fiercest danger tried,
And the true heart that burst when Brunswic died;
By her whose charms the coldest zeal might warm,
The manliest firmness in the fairest form-
Save, Europe, save the remnant!-Yet remains
One glorious path to free the world from chains.
Why, when your northern band in Eylau's wood
Retreating struck, and tracked their course with
blood,

While one firm rock the floods of ruin stay'd,
Why, generous Austria, were thy wheels delay'd?
And Albion!"-Darker sorrow veil'd his brow-
"Friend of the friendless-Albion! where art thou?
Child of the Sea, whose wing-like sails are spread,
The covering cherub of the ocean's bed!

The storm and tempest render peace to thee,
And the wild-roaring waves a stern security.
But hope not thou in Heaven's own strength to
ride,

Freedom's lov'd ark, o'er broad oppression's tide ;

If virtue leave thee, if thy careless eye
Glance in contempt on Europe's agony.
Alas! where now the bands who wont to pour
Their strong deliverance on th' Egyptian shore?
Wing, wing your course, a prostrate world to save,
Triumphant squadrons of Trafalgar's wave.

"And thou, blest star of Europe's darkest hour, Whose words were wisdom, and whose counsels

power,

Whom Earth applauded through her peopled

shores!

(Alas! whom Earth too early lost deplores ;-)
Young without follies, without rashness bold,
And greatly poor amidst a nation's gold!
In every veering gale of faction true,

Untarnish'd Chatham's genuine child, adieu!
Unlike our common suns, whose gradual ray
Expands from twilight to intenser day,

Thy blaze broke forth at once in full meridian

sway.

O, prov'd in danger! not the fiercest flame

Of Discord's rage thy constant soul could tame; Not when, far-striding o'er thy palsied land,

Gigantic Treason took his bolder stand;

Not when wild Zeal, by murderous Faction led, On Wicklow's hills, her grass-green banner spread; Or those stern conquerors of the restless wave Defied the native soil they wont to save.Undaunted patriot! in that dreadful hour,

When pride and genius' own a sterner power; When the dimm'd eyeball, and the struggling

breath,

And pain, and terror, mark advancing death ;-
Still in that breast thy country held her throne,
Thy toil, thy fear, thy prayer were hers alone,
Thy last faint effort hers, and hers thy parting
groan.

"Yes, from those lips while fainting nations

drew

Hope ever strong, and courage ever new;
Yet, yet, I deem'd, by that supporting hand
Propp'd in her fall might Freedom's ruin stand;
And purg'd by fire, and stronger from the storm,
Degraded Justice rear her reverend form.
Now, hope, adieu !-adieu the generous care
To shield the weak, and tame the proud in war!
The golden chain of realms, when equal awe
Pois'd the strong balance of impartial law;