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Me and his children hungering in his view:

In such dismay my prayers and tears were vain:

To join those miserable men he flew :

And now to the sea-coast, with numbers more, we drew.

We pray'd

There, long were we neglected, and we bore
Much sorrow ere the fleet its anchor weigh'd;
Green fields before us and our native shore,
We breath'd a pestilential air that made
Ravage for which no knell was heard.
For our departure; wish'd and wish'd-nor knew
'Mid that long sickness, and those hopes delay'd,
That happier days we never more must view:
The parting signal streamed, at last the land withdrew

But the calm summer season now was past.
On as we drove, the equinoctial deep

Ran mountains-high before the howling blast;
And many perish'd in the whirlwind's sweep.
We gazed with terror on their gloomy sleep,
Untaught that soon such anguish must ensue,
Our hopes such harvest of affliction reap,
That we the mercy of the waves should rue.

We reach'd the Western World, a poor, devoted crew.

The pains and plagues that on our heads came down,
Disease and famine, agony and fear,

In wood or wilderness, in camp or town,
It would thy brain unsettle, even to hear.
All perished-all, in one remorseless year,
Husband and Children! one by one, by sword
And ravenous plague, all perished: every tear
Dried up, despairing, desolate, on board

A British ship I waked, as from a trance restored.

Peaceful as some immeasurable plain

By the first beams of dawning light impress'd,
In the calm sunshine slept the glittering main.
The very ocean has its hour of rest.

I too was calm, though heavily distress'd!
Oh me, how quiet sky and ocean were!
My heart was healed within me, I was bless'd,
And looked, and looked along the silent air,
Until it seemed to bring a joy to my despair.

Ah! how unlike those late terrific sleeps!
And groans,
that rage of racking famine spoke :
The unburied dead that lay in festering heaps!
The breathing pestilence that rose like smoke!
The shriek that from the distant battle broke!
The mine's dire earthquake, and the pallid host
Driven by the bomb's incessant thunder-stroke
To loathsome vaults, where heart-sick anguish toss'd.
Hope died, and fear itself in agony was lost!

At inidnight once the storming army came,
Yet do I see the miserable sight,

The bayonet, the soldier, and the flame
That followed us and faced us in our flight:
When rape and murder by the ghastly light

Seized their joint prey, the mother and the child!
But I must leave these thoughts.-From night to night,
From day to day, the air breathed soft and mild;
And on the gliding vessel Heaven and ocean smiled.
Some mighty gulf of separation past,

I seemed transported to another world :-

A thought resigned with pain, when from the mast
The impatient mariner the sail unfurl'd,

And whistling, called the wind that hardly curled
The silent sea. From the sweet thoughts of home,

And from all hope I was for ever hurled.

For me-farthest from earthly port to roam

Was best, could I but shun the spot where man might come

And oft I thought (my fancy was so strong)
That I at last a resting-place had found;
Here will I dwell, said I, my whole life-long,
Roaming the illimitable waters round:
Here will I live :-of every friend disown'd,
Here will I roam about the ocean flood.-

To break my dream the vessel reached its bound:
And homeless near a thousand homes I stood,
And near a thousand tables pin'd, and wanted food.
By grief enfeebled was I turned adrift,
Helpless as sailor cast on desert rock;
Nor morsel to my mouth that day did lift,
Nor dared my hand at any door to knock.
I lay, where with his drowsy mates, the cock
From the cross timber of an out-house hung;
Dismally tolled, that night, the city clock!
At morn my sick heart hunger scarcely stung,
Nor to the beggar's language could I frame my tongue.

So pass'd another day, and so the third;

Then did I try in vain the crowd's resort.

--In deep despair by frightful wishes stirr'd,

Near the sea-side I reached a ruined fort:

There, pains which nature could no more support,

With blindness link'd, did on my vitals fall,

And I had many interruptions short

Of hideous sense; I sank, nor step could crawl,
And thence was carried to a neighbouring hospital.

Recovery came with food: but still, my brain
Was weak, nor of the past had memory.
I heard my neighbours, in their beds, complain
Of many things which never troubled me;
Of feet still bustling round with busy glee;

Of looks where common kindness had no part;
Of service done with careless cruelty,

Fretting the fever round the languid heart;

And groans, which, as they said, would make a dead man start.

These things just served to stir the torpid sense,

Nor pain nor pity in my bosom raised.

My memory and my strength returned; and thence
Dismissed, again on open day I gazed,

At houses, men, and common light, amazed.

The lanes I sought, and as the sun retired,

Came, where beneath the trees a faggot blazed;
The travellers saw me weep, my fate inquired,

And gave me food, and rest, more welcome, more desired

My heart is touched to think that men like these,
Wild houseless wanderers, were my first relief:
How kindly did they paint their vagrant ease!
And their long holiday that feared not grief!
For all belonged to all, and each was chief.
No plough their sinews strained; on grating road
No wain they drove; and yet the yellow sheaf
In every vale for their delight was stow'd;
In every field, with milk their dairy overflow'd.

They with their pannier'd asses semblance made
Of potters wandering on from door to door:
But life of happier sort to me portray'd,
And other joys my fancy to allure;
The bag-pipe dinning on the midnight moor
In barn uplighted, and companions boon
Well met from far with revelry secure,
Among the forest glades, when jocund June

Rolled fast along the sky his warm and genial moon.

But ill they suited me; those journeys dark

O'er moor and mountain, midnight theft to hatch.
To charm the surly house-dog's faithful bark,

Or hang on tip-toe at the lifted latch;

The gloomy lantern, and the dim blue match,
The black disguise, the warning whistle shrill,

And ear still busy on its nightly watch,
Were not for me, brought up in nothing ill:

Besides, on griefs so fresh my thoughts were brooding still

What could I do, unaided and unblest?

My Father! gone was every friend of thine :

And kindred of dead husband are at best

Small help; and, after marriage such as mine,
With little kindness would to me incline.

Ill was I then for toil or service fit:

With tears whose course no effort could confine,
By the road-side forgetful would I sit

Whole hours, my idle arms in moping sorrow knit.

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I led a wandering life among the fields;
Contentedly, yet sometimes self-accused,
I liv'd upon what casual bounty yields,
Now coldly given, now utterly refused.
The ground I for my bed have often used:
But, what afflicts my peace with keenest ruth
Is, that I have my inner self abused,

Forgone the home delight of constant truth,

And clear and open soul, so prized in fearless youth.

Three years thus wandering, often have I view'd,
In tears, the sun towards that country tend
Where my poor heart lost all its fortitude:
And now across this moor my steps I bend-
Oh tell me whither- -for no earthly friend
Have I."- -She ceased, and weeping turned away,
As if because her tale was at an end

She wept;-because she had no more to say
Of that perpetual weight which on her spirit lay.



My heart leaps up when I behold
A Rainbow in the sky:

So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man.
So be it when I shall grow old,

Or let me die!

The child is father of the man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.


STAY near me-do not take thy flight?
A little longer stay in sight!

Much converse do I find in thee,

Historian of my infancy!

Float near me; do not yet depart

Dead times revive in thee:

Thou bring'st, gay creature as thou art:

A solemn image to my heart,

My father's family!

Oh! pleasant, pleasant were the days,

The time, when in our childish plays,
My sister Emmeline and I

Together chased the Butterfly!

A very hunter did I rush

Upon the prey:-with leaps and springs

I followed on from brake to bush;

But she, God love her! feared to brush
The dust from off its wings.


BEHOLD, within the leafy shade,
Those bright blue eggs together laid

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