Again the crag abrupt I climb, and now

Pluck the wild berries purpling o'er its brow:

Now arm'd, but not for deeds of blood, I go,

Unfledg'd my arrows, and unsure my bow:
Now light of foot, with heart more light, I strain
In playful contest o'er the well-known plain ;-
Dear to my heart! 'Tis consecrated ground:
And there my lost companions sport around,
Such as they were. In this enraptur'd hour,

Distance relents, and death suspends his pow'r.
To life restor❜d, a thousand beauties start,
A thousand sweet sensations crowd my heart;
As, lost in thought I range each fairy scene,
Bend o'er the bridge, or linger on the green.
Ere while less sweet, they now delight the eye,
Seen in the soften'd light of memory's sky.

Days of untroubled joy! Yet why deplore

Days fled forever, joys that come no more !
Shall I, though childhood's sun be ever set,
Mourn, as if nought were left me but regret ?
Much, much remains; and riper years bestow

High varied joys, that childhood cannot know;

Forms of delight which plastic fancy wove,

Sweets given by science, transports snatch'd from love.

A better, dearer Home my choice awaits,

The beams of welcome brightening o'er its gates ;

A Home where EMMA,-while that name I speak,
Life's quicken'd current reddens o'er my cheek-
My Emma, grac'd with lovliness and youth,

Yet more with innocence adorn'd, and truth;
Her love shall hail, and own with smiles unfeign'd,
His hopes might wander, but his heart remain'd.

HOME.

PART SECOND.

ASSAILED by countless ills on unknown seas,

The tempest's sport, the victims of disease,

No friendly harbour near, no hand to save

Thy warriors, ANSON, from the unsated wave;

What joyous shouts they rais'd, when "land" was heard,

And, sharp and bleak, Fernandez' hills appear'd.

But as they nearer drew, with favouring gales;

Saw the green knolls, and dim retiring vales;

Lawns glittering with the flowers of spring survey'd,

By myrtles circled, lending ceaseless shade;

Beheld clear fountains sparkle down the steep,

Gleam through the thickets, round the meadows sweep;

And, scarce escap'd the uproar of the floods,

Heard the soft murmur of the leafy woods;

While o'er the plains and uplands, doubly bright, (c)

The evening sun diffus'd his rosy light,

'Twas extacy! The sick man rais'd his head,

Alien from earth, a brother of the dead;

Gaz'd on the shore, but trembled as he gaz'd,
Lest phrensy all th' Elysian scene had rais'd.

But when the aromatic land-gale blows,

And on his ear the woods wild music flows,

From his dim eyes the beams of gladness break,

Hope's purple glow illumes his pallid cheek;

Home rises on his mind in all its charms,

His wife, his children, strain him in their arms:

C

And, listening fond to transport's syren voice,

He dreams of years to come, and long, unbroken joys.

Bright were the visions on his soul that shone,

But bliss, as bright, more real, is my own.

Seat of delights, that love and peace endear,

Love free from doubt, and peace unstained by fear;
Thou better Eden, by the chastening sword

Of Heaven all-good, denied not, but restor❜d,

Hail, Paradise of soul! Among thy blooms,

Whose fragrance gives new life, a wanderer comes.
Here let me pause, a more than passing guest,

Here claim-ah, not in vain !thy soothing rest,
Those blessings share to God's Beloved given,

And taste, unbought by death, the joys of heaven.