AN ODE .

What active pow'r is this within,
That struggles to arise,
In search of never-ending bliss,
Above yon sparkling skies?

'Tis Christian Hope, by Faith impell'd
Sustain'd by heav'nly Grace,
That animates my mournful soul,
And shews the Saviour's face.

Faith throws yon azure skreen aside,
And gives a glimpse of Heav'n;
Hope whispers to my anxious heart,

Morpheus had clos'd my wearied eyes to rest,
And sleep oblivious o'er my senses stole;
When the fell nightmare pillow'd on my breast,
And rais'd such phantoms as possess'd me whole.

Methought I saw a ruthless tyrant weep,
Whose groans so horrid ev'ry feeling shook;
" Guard me, " he cry'd, " ye angels round me keep,
" Controul the fiends, that 'vengeful on me look. "

A beauteous seraph clad in spotless white,

Sing no more, for love of me,
Sirens, sing no more, I pray,
For my fiercest enemy,
Even Spring, is come this way,
And Love in his company.
Here no more may I delay;
But for you still shall the sea
From the heat a refuge be
If your wish be here to stay.

The night is still,
The white stars listen,
As over the seaward hill
Slowly rolls, rolls
The deep, foam-muffled thunder
Of the everlasting sea,
Flooding my soul
With speechless wonder.
— Even the sheltered bay is a-thrill
With the mystery
Of ocean breathing to rest
Along the shore.

Woman of mine, who came to me
Out of the everlasting sea,
Through lonely grief and horror of war,
Forsaking all you loved, to find
In sacrifice Love's victory:
Comrade of mine whose little foot
Stamped in the dust the venomed hate,

Now the sound in spring's glad hours
Of thronging bees my ear embraces,
That throughout the flowered spaces
Rifle all the fairest flowers.
See how laden now doth stand
Our friendly corn in all the land,
That in spite of every wind
Fills with joy the peasant's mind:
None are from my friendship banned.
And the sun sunk till this hour
From yon verge now goeth forth
And returns towards the north
In this time of sun and shower;
So that I come all aflower
And in power,
Against January's will,
And bereft of senses am

Welcome to our longing sight,
Lovely Spring! with true delight,
We behold thy blissful charms,
Which the chearing sunshine warms,
Soft'ning breezes, length'ning days,
Vivid Light's more glorious rays;
Rising verdure, early flow'rs,
Op'ning in the fragrant bow'rs:
Spring ! those pleasing gifts are thine:
Now the fields with daisies shine—
Now the mossy banks display
Vi'lets smiling in the day,
Primroses, and cowslips, there,
Give fresh odours to the air:
See, for thee the wild-rose blooms,
Honeysuckles breathe perfumes;

The winds to me obedient
I keep: all cold and tempest shocks
Follow me and are my flocks;
Scourge of every element
Am I, master of the moon;
Frost and ice obey my call
That am the high admiral
Of ships with which the sea is strewn.
Though my look your mind estranges
As if I a ruffian were,
I can fill with black the air
And with white the mountain-ranges.
All the pleasant shade I strip
From beneath the chestnut-trees,
And the hermits, as I please,
To their lairs like foxes skip.
To decay I turn the pears,

White terror beats against the lowering sky,
Then, wheeling wildly down the ocean-roll,
The wistful wonder of a lonely soul
Sinks in the tempest of mortality;
O that the throbbing heart and straining eye
Might surely win—beyond the thunder-toll,
—Beyond the dying stars—a life made whole
Upon the breast of Love that shall not die:

But while we blindly drive from dust to dust
Confounded in the chaos of a night
With death and hell tumultuous everywhere
We cannot hide our hearts in trembling trust

No more, kind Woodfall, shall Louisa send,
Her fictious scrawl to gain a poet's fame;
Know thou her once protector, guardian friend,
The vile impostor now assumes a name.

A name that Conscience bids her blush to own,
Since she, sad jade, could even thee perplex;
But now the harlot abdicates her throne,
And brimstone like, renounces e'en her sex.

Yes, tender name, a fond and last adieu,
Receive my thanks — that oft admirers won;

AN ODE .

O Wisdom! sacred Pow'r, descend,
Propitious, from thy native skies;
Our new Society befriend,
And teach us Virtue's aid to prize:
May true Philosophy impart
It's energy to warm the Heart,
And meliorate the curious mind;
And lofty Poetry inspire
The Soul with Heav'n's informing fire —
A Love for ALL M ANKIND .

This Institution shall encrease,
Like rising Morn's celestial light:
Here Study, blest with placid Peace,
Shall make the Intellect more bright: