The blithe companions of his riper youth, And one whose heart was love, whose soul was truth. (Like broken scenery on a troubled stream, He only absent;-but his mother's eye Look'd through a tear; she reach'd him with a sigh: And with a shout he rush'd to her embrace; With bliss inebriate, in that giddy trance, He led his waltzing partner through the dance; And while he pluck'd the grapes that blush'd at hand, Trod the rich wine-press in his native land, Quaff'd the full flowing goblet, loosed his tongue, And songs of vintage, harvest, battle sung. At length his shipmates came; their laughter broke The gay delusion; in alarm he 'woke; Transport to silent melancholy changed; At once from love, and joy, and hope estranged, -Felt when, in foreign climes, 'midst sounds unknown, We hear the speech or music of our own, Roused to delight from drear abstraction start, And feel our country beating at our heart; The rapture of a moment!-in its birth It perishes for ever from the earth; And dumb, like shipwreck'd mariners, we stand, Eying by turns the ocean and the land, Breathless; -till tears the struggling thought release, And the lorn spirit weeps itself to peace. Wineland the glad discoverers call'd that shore, And back the tidings of its riches bore; But soon return'd with colonizing bands, - Men that at home would sigh for unknown lands; Men of all weathers, fit for every toil, War, commerce, pastime, peace, adventure, spoil ; -Yet was their Paradise for ever lost: War, famine, pestilence, the power of frost, Their woes combining, wither'd from the earth The fruit of age and weakness, forced to light, G Ages had seen the vigourous race, that sprung From Norway's stormy forelands, rock'd when young In ocean's cradle, hardening as they rose Like mountain-pines amidst perennial snows: - Ages had seen these sturdiest sons of 'Time Strike root and flourish in that ruffian clime, Yet spurn the lures of luxury and gold, For moonlight snows and cavern-shelter pine, To gaze upon the glorious Alps, and sigh, Remembering Greenland; more and more endear'd, As far and farther from its shores they steer'd; Greenland their world, and all was strange beside; Elsewhere they wander'd; here they lived and died. At length a swarthy tribe, without a name, Unknown the point of windward whence they came; The power by which stupendous gulphs they cross'd, Or compass'd wilds of everlasting frost, Alike mysterious;-found their sudden way In trans-atlantic climes, and thither brought By paths as covert as the birth of thought; They were at once;-the swallow-tribes in spring As if the air, their element of flight, Brought forth new broods from darkness every night; Slipt from the secret hand of Providence, They come we see not how, nor knów we whence. (ƒ) A stunted, stern, uncouth, amphibious stock, Hewn from the living marble of the rock, Or sprung from mermaids, and in ocean's bed, (f) See Note (I.) of the Appendix. |