Waterloo! that morning field
Glitter'd gay with spear and shield,
Barbed steed, and warrior steel'd,
Gallia's chivalry,

But night saw a sterner scene,

Blood was gushing on thy green,

Groans were heard, where shouts had been,
Joy and revelry.

Waterloo, thy field shall well

Mark where Britons fought and fell;
How they fought let foemen tell,
They that shrunk to see.

But they bled in freedom's cause,
Fought and feil for Europe's laws;
Nobly earn'd the world's applause-
Bless their memory!

CCXXI.

WHEN FIRST UPON YOUR TENDER CHEEK".

When first upon your tender cheek,

I saw the morn of beauty break,

With mild and cheering beam,

*The composition of Miss Aiken, now Mrs.Barbauld, the distinguished sister of Dr. Aiken, who, by condescending, amidst more splendid efforts of intel

I bow'd before your infant shrine,
The earliest sighs you had were mine,
And you my darling theme.

I saw you in that opening morn,
For beauty's boundless empire born,
And first confess'd your sway,
And ere your thoughts, devoid of art,
Could learn the value of a heart,
I gave my heart away.

I watch'd the dawn of every grace,
And gaz'd upon that angel face,
While yet 'twas safe to gaze;
And fondly bless'd each rising charm,
Nor thought that innocence could harm,
The peace of future days.

But now, despotic o'er the plains,
The awful noon of beauty reigns,

And kneeling crowds adore;
These charms arise too fiercely bright,
Danger and death attend the sight,

And I must hope no more.

lect, to write "Hymns in prose for children," has ensured to herself the respect and gratitude of every filial and parental heart.

Thus, to the rising god of day
Their early vows the Persians pay,
And bless the spreading fire,

Whose glowing chariot, mounting soon,
Pours on their heads the burning noon,
They sicken and expire.

CCXXII.

OH, ONCE THERE WERE MINUTES.

Oh, once there were minutes when light my heart beat,
Traversing the wild and the woodland retreat;
But there was a wild and a woodland I ween,
Whose bowers were to me ever lovely and green,
Where fancy, enamour'd, exultingly wove,
And twin'd the fair garland to Rosa and Love.

The gay hours of summer, pass'd lightly along,
The beam of the morning gave life to the song:
At eve, 'mid the choristers, lightly I trode,
Nor broke their repose, nor disturb'd their abode;
Fond fancy, enamour'd, exultingly wove,

And twin'd the fair garland to Rosa and Love.

'Twas the bliss of Elysium, each morning to trace,
In the sweet opening rose-bud, the smile of her face,
While the drop that reclin'd its soft bosom upon,

Was the beam of her eye, through its lashes that shone;
Then fancy, enamour'd, exultingly wove,

And twin'd the fair garland to Rosa and Love.

Those moments of rapture no longer are mine,
The gem that I liv'd for has dropt in its prime,
The wild and the woodland's bright visions are gone,
And the rose-bud, unheeded, now blossoms alone;
But the garland that fancy exultingly wove,
Shall blossom for ever to Rosa and Love.

CCXXI11.

HAPPY THE WORLD IN THAT BLEST AGE.

Happy the world in that blest

age,

When beauty was not bought nor sold,

When the fair mind was uninflam'd

With the mean thirst of baneful gold.

Then the kind shepherd, when he sigh'd,
The swain, whose dog was all his wealth,
Was not by cruel parents forc'd

To breathe the am'rous vow by stealth.

Now the first question fathers ask,
When for their girls fond lovers sue,
Is-what's the settlement you'll make ?
You're poor!-he flings the door at you.

CCXXIV.

SOMEBODY *.

My heart is sair, I dare na tell,
My heart is sair for somebody!

I could wake a winter night
For the sake o' somebody.
Oh hon for somebody!

Oh hey! for somebody!
I could range the world around

For the sake o' somebody.

We extract this set of the following popular song, from a small collec. tion, which was noticed in page 311, as being published by Mr. R. A. Smith for the use of his pupils. In that selection it is mentioned, that "The first and fourth stanzas of this song are from the pen of Burns, the others were never before printed." Whether these additional stanzas are the production