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ODE TO GEORGIANA, DUCHESS OF DEVONSHIRE,

ON THE TWENTY-FOURTH STANZA IN HER

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PASSAGE OVER MOUNT GOTHARD."

"And hail the Chapel! hail the Platform wild!
Where Tell directed the avenging Dart,

With well strung arm, that first preserved his Child,
Then aimed the arrow at the Tyrant's heart."

SPLENDOUR'S fondly fostered child!
And did you hail the Platform wild,
Where once the Austrian fell
Beneath the shaft of Tell?

O Lady, nursed in pomp and pleasure!
Whence learnt you that heroic measure?

Light as a dream your days their circlets ran,
From all that teaches Brotherhood to Man

Far, far removed! from want, from hope, from fear!
Enchanting music lulled your infant ear,

Obeisance, praises soothed your infant heart:
Emblazonments and old ancestral crests,

With many a bright obtrusive form of art,

Detained your eye from nature: stately vests,
That veiling strove to deck your charms divine,
Rich viands, and the pleasurable wine,
Were your's unearned by toil; nor could you see
The unenjoying toiler's misery.

And yet, free Nature's uncorrupted child,

You hailed the Chapel and the Platform wild,
Where once the Austrian fell

Beneath the shaft of Tell!

O Lady, nursed in pomp and pleasure!
Whence learnt you that heroic measure?

There crowd your finely-fibred frame,
All living faculties of bliss;

And Genius to your cradle came,

His forehead wreathed with lambent flame,
And bending low, with godlike kiss
Breath'd in a more celestial life;

But boasts not many a fair compeer.

A heart as sensitive to joy and fear?

And some, perchance, might wage an equal strife,

Some few, to nobler being wrought,
Co-rivals in the nobler gift of thought.
Yet these delight to celebrate
Laurelled War and plumy State;
Or in verse and music dress
Tales of rustic happiness-

Pernicious Tales! insidious Strains!
That steel the rich man's breast,
And mock the lot unblest,

The sordid vices and the abject pains,
Which evermore must be

The doom of Ignorance and Penury! But you, free Nature's uncorrupted child, You hailed the chapel and the Platform wild, Where once the Austrian fell

Beneath the shaft of Tell!

O Lady, nursed in pomp and pleasure!
Where learnt you that heroic measure?

You were a Mother! That most holy name,
Which Heaven and Nature bless,
I may not vilely prostitute to those

Whose Infants owe them less

Than the poor Caterpillar owes

Its gaudy Parent Fly.

You were a Mother! at your bosom fed

The Babes that loved you. You, with laughing eye, Each twilight-thought, each nascent feeling read, Which you yourself created. Oh! delight!

A second time to be a Mother,

Without the Mother's bitter groans:

Another thought, and yet another,

By touch, or taste, by looks or tones

O'er the growing Sense to roll,

The Mother of your infant's Soul!

The Angel of the Earth, who, while he guides
His chariot-planet round the goal of day,

All trembling gazes on the Eye of God,
A moment turned his awful face away;
And as he viewed you, from his aspect sweet
New influences in your being rose,

Blest Intuitions and Communions fleet

With living Nature, in her joys and woes!
Thenceforth your soul rejoiced to see
The shrine of social Liberty!

O beautiful! O Nature's child!

'Twas thence you hailed the Platform wild,
Where once the Austrian fell

Beneath the shaft of Tell!

O Lady, nursed in pomp and pleasure!
Thence learnt you that heroic measure.

ODE TO TRANQUILLITY.

TRANQUILLITY! thou better name
Than all the family of Fame!
Thou ne'er wilt leave my riper age

To low intrigue, or factious rage:

For oh! dear child of thoughtful Truth,

To thee I gave my early youth,

And left the bark, and blest the steadfast shore,

Ere yet the Tempest rose and scared me with its roar.

Who late and lingering seeks thy shrine,
On him but seldom, power divine,
Thy spirit rests! SATIETY

And SLOTH, poor counterfeits of thee,
Mock the tired worldling. Idle Hope
And dire Remembrance interlope,

To vex the feverish slumbers of the mind:

The bubble floats before, the spectre stalks behind.

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