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Aye! now we see it, And there's the coaches following, we shall meet About the bridge. Would that this day were over ! I wonder whose turn's next !
God above knows ! When youth is summond what must age expect ! God make us ready Gregory! when it comes.
ODE TO ST. MICHAEL's MOUNT,
The sober eve with purple bright
In many a lingering ray ;
Old Michael, from the sea.
Around thy base in azure pride,
In gently winding waves ;
And murmurs in thy caves.
Majestic steep! Ah yet I love
Thy ivied rocks among :
Enthusiasm, Nature's child,
All warm with native fire;
It bade me strike the lyre.
Soft as the morning sheds her light
Along the tranquil sea,
And drove my cares away.
When the white moon with glory crown'd The azure of the sky around,
Her silver radiance shed; When shone the waves with trembling light, And slept the lustre palely-bright,
Upon thy tower-clad head.
Then BEAUTY bade my pleasures flow,
With mild and gentle fire !
soul were wont to move, And thrill'd upon my lyre.
But when the Dæmon of the deep
And bade the tempests rise,
And mingle with the skies ;
Ah, then my soul was rais'd on high, And felt the glow of ecstacy,
With great emotions fillid; Thus joy and terror reign'd by turns, And now with Love the bosom burns,
And now by FBAR is chilled.
Thus to the sweetest dreams resign'd, The fairy FANCY ruled my mind,
And shone upon my youth; But now to awful reason given, I leave her dear ideal heaven,
To hear the voice of TRUTH.
song, She leads a brighter maid along
And penetrating eye.