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Europe is given a prey to sterner fates,
And writhes in shackles; strong the arms that chain To earth her struggling multitude of states;
She too is strong, and might not chafe in vain Against them, but shake off the vampyre train That batten on her blood, and break their net. Yes, she shall look on brighter days, and gain The meed of worthier deeds; the moment set To rescue and raise up, draws near—but is not yet.
But thou my country, thou shalt never fall,
TO A WATER-FOWL.
WHITHER, 'midst falling dew,
While glow the heavens with the last steps of day,
Vainly the fowler's eye
Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong,
Seek'st thou the plashy brink
There is a Power whose care,
Lone wandering, but not lost.
All day thy wings have fann'd,
At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere;
And soon that toil shall end;
Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest,
And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy shelter'd nest.
Thou 'st gone, the abyss of heaven
Hath swallow'd up thy form; yet, on my heart,
He, who from zone to zone,
Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight,
FRAGMENT OF SIMONIDES.
THE night winds howl'd-the billows dash'd
Against the tossing chest ;
And Danaë, to her broken heart
Her slumbering infant prest.
My little child!-in tears she said
To wake and weep is mine;
But thou canst sleep-thou dost not know
The moon is up, the moonbeams smile,
And tremble on the main;
But dark within my floating cell,
Thy folded mantle wraps thee warm,
Yet thou, didst thou but know thy fate,
Yet, dear one, sleep, and sleep ye winds,
When shall these eyes, my babe, be seal'd
ENTRANCE INTO A WOOD.
STRANGER, if thou hast learnt a truth which needs
To tire thee of it-enter this wild wood
And view the haunts of nature; the calm shade
Shall bring a kindred calm, and the sweet breeze
That makes the green leaves dance, shall waft a balm
But not in vengeance. Misery is wed
To guilt; and hence these shades are still the abodes
Of green and stirring branches, is alive
That sucks its sweets: the massy rocks themselves,