Home is sometimes employed to denote our na tive country, but I have, in general, used it in its more restricted meaning. The division of a long poem into parts is fre quently convenient; but in the following performance it was necessary, because each part relates to a separate period of time. HOME. PART FIRST. BELOVED Clydesdale! Thy green woods are sweet, When, wreathed with May-flowers, Spring and Sum mer meet: Sweet are thy swelling hills in light array'd, Thy glens, the haunts of solitude and shade, Thy streamlets gently murmuring, and the bloom (a) Showered on their winding banks;—but sweeter HOME. There are, the woodland melodies who scorn,Charmed with the drum's hoarse note, th' obstreperous horn, The trumpet's blast, th' artillery pealing far, And all the dreadful dissonance of war: False fame let them pursue, by land and flood, Disdaining glories un-achieved by blood, Plunge in the trench, the steel-crowned rampart scale, But place me, Heaven, in Lothian's peaceful vale. Once I beheld,-how dear to memory's eye Nature's wild scenes improved by novelty! The vernal Tempest Arran's summits hide, And wave his terrors over green Roseneath, |