Sweet is the lore which nature brings; Our meddling intellect

Mishapes the beauteous forms of things;

-We murder to dissect.

Enough of science and of art;

Close up these barren leaves;

Come forth, and bring with you à heart That watches and receives.

ANIMAL TRANQUILLITY & DECAY.

A SKETCH.

The little hedge-row birds

That peck along the road, regard him not.
He travels on, and in his face, his step,
His gait, is one expression; every limb,

His look and bending figure, all bespeak

A man who does not move with pain, but moves With thought-He is insensibly subdued

To settled quiet he is one by whom

All effort seems forgotten, one to whom

Long patience has such mild composure given, That patience now doth seem a thing, of which He hath no need. He is by nature led

To peace so perfect, that the young behold

With envy, what the old man hardly feels.

-I asked him whither he was bound, and what
The object of his journey; he replied

That he was going many miles to take

A last leave of his son, a mariner,

Who from a sea-fight had been brought to Falmouth, And there was lying in an hospital.

ANIMAL TRANQUILLITY & DECAY.

A SKETCH.

The little hedge-row birds

That peck along the road, regard him not.
He travels on, and in his face, his step,
His gait, is one expression; every limb,

His look and bending figure, all bespeak

A man who does not move with pain, but moves With thought-He is insensibly subdued

To settled quiet: he is one by whom

All effort seems forgotten, one to whom

Long patience has such mild composure given, That patience now doth seem a thing, of which He hath no need. He is by nature led

'Hearne's Journey from Hudson's Bay to the Northern Ocean. In the high Northern Latititudes, as the same writer informs us, when the Northern Lights vary their position in the air, they make a rustling and a crackling noise. This circumstance is alluded to in the first stanza of the following poem.]