All Powers and Places that abhor the light Joined in the transport, echoed back their shout, Hurrah for -, hugging his Ballot-box!

IV.

1838.

BLEST Statesman He, whose Mind's unselfish will

Leaves him at ease among grand thoughts: whose eye

Sees that, apart from magnanimity,

5

Wisdom exists not; nor the humbler skill
Of Prudence, disentangling good and ill
With patient care. What tho' assaults run
high,

They daunt not him who holds his ministry,
Resolute, at all hazards, to fulfil

Its duties;-prompt to move, but firm to

wait,

Knowing things rashly sought are rarely

found;

10

That, for the functions of an ancient StateStrong by her charters, free because imbound, Servant of Providence, not slave of FatePerilous is sweeping change, all chance unsound.

1838.

V.

IN ALLUSION TO VARIOUS RECENT HISTORIES AND
NOTICES OF THE FRENCH REVOLUTION.

PORTENTOUS change when History can appear
As the cool Advocate of foul device;
Reckless audacity extol, and jeer

At consciences perplexed with scruples nice!
They who bewail not must abhor the sneer

5

Born of Conceit, Power's blind Idolater;
Or haply sprung from vaunting Cowardice
Betrayed by mockery of holy fear.

Hath it not long been said the wrath of Man Works not the righteousness of God? Oh bend,

IO

Bend, ye Perverse! to judgments from on High,

Laws that lay under Heaven's perpetual ban All principles of action that transcend

The sacred limits of humanity.

1842. (?)

VI.

CONTINUED.

WHO ponders National events shall find
An awful balancing of loss and gain,
Joy based on sorrow, good with ill combined,
And proud deliverance issuing out of pain
And direful throes; as if the All-ruling Mind, 5
With whose perfection it consists to ordain
Volcanic burst, earthquake, and hurricane,
Dealt in like sort with feeble human kind
By laws immutable. But woe for him

Who thus deceived shall lend an eager hand 10
To social havoc. Is not Conscience ours,
And Truth, whose eye guilt only can make dim;
And Will, whose office, by divine command,
Is to control and check disordered Powers?
1842. (?)

VII.

CONCLUDED.

LONG-FAVOURED England! be not thou misled By monstrous theories of alien growth,

Lest alien frenzy seize thee, waxing wroth,
Self-smitten till thy garments reek dyed red
With thy own blood, which tears in torrents

5

shed
Fail to wash out, tears flowing ere thy troth
Be plighted, not to ease but sullen sloth,
Or wan despair-the ghost of false hope fled
Into a shameful grave. Among thy youth,
My Country! if such warning be held dear, 10
Then shall a Veteran's heart be thrilled with
joy,

One who would gather from eternal truth,
For time and season, rules that work to

cheer

Not scourge, to save the People-not destroy. 1842. (?)

VIII.

MEN of the Western World! in Fate's dark

book

Whence these opprobrious leaves of dire portent ?

Think ye your British Ancestors forsook
Their native Land, for outrage provident;
From unsubmissive necks the bridle shook
To give, in their Descendants, freer vent
And wider range to passions turbulent,
To mutual tyranny a deadlier look?

5

Nay, said a voice, soft as the south wind's breath,

Dive through the stormy surface of the flood 10
To the great current flowing underneath;
Explore the countless springs of silent good;
So shall the truth be better understood,
And thy grieved Spirit brighten strong in
faith.

IX.

TO THE PENNSYLVANIANS.

DAYS undefiled by luxury or sloth,
Firm self-denial, manners grave and staid,
Rights equal, laws with cheerfulness obeyed,
Words that require no sanction from an oath,
And simple honesty a common growth-
This high repute, with bounteous Nature's aid,
Won confidence, now ruthlessly betrayed
At will, your power the measure of your
troth!-

All who revere the memory of Penn

5

Grieve for the land on whose wild woods his

name

Was fondly grafted with a virtuous aim,
Renounced, abandoned by degenerate Men
For state-dishonour black as ever came
To upper air from Mammon's loathsome den.

1845.

IO

X.

AT BOLOGNA, IN REMEMBRANCE OF THE LATE INSURRECTIONS, 1837.

I.

Ан why deceive ourselves! by no mere fit
Of sudden passion roused shall men attain
True freedom where for ages they have lain
Bound in a dark abominable pit,

With life's best sinews more and more unknit.
Here, there, a banded few who loathe the chain
May rise to break it: effort worse than vain
For thee, O great Italian nation, split
Into those jarring fractions.-Let thy scope 9
Be one fixed mind for all; thy rights approve
To thy own conscience gradually renewed;

Learn to make Time the father of wise Hope; Then trust thy cause to the arm of Fortitude, The light of Knowledge, and the warmth of Love.

XI.

CONTINUED.

II.

HARD task! exclaim the undisciplined, to lean On Patience coupled with such slow endeavour, That long-lived servitude must last for ever. Perish the grovelling few, who, prest between Wrongs and the terror of redress, would wean 5 Millions from glorious aims. Our chains to

sever

Let us break forth in tempest now or never! What, is there then no space for golden mean And gradual progress ?-Twilight leads to day, And, even within the burning zones of earth, 10 The hastiest sunrise yields a temperate ray; The softest breeze to fairest flowers gives birth : Think not that Prudence dwells in dark abodes, She scans the future with the eye of gods.

1837.

XII.

CONCLUDED.

III.

As leaves are to the tree whereon they grow
And wither, every human generation

Is to the Being of a mighty nation,

Locked in our world's embrace through weal

and woe;

Thought that should teach the zealot to forego Rash schemes, to abjure all selfish agitation, And seek through noiseless pains and moderation