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Who sternly spoke to check the rising tear. That continent, whose mighty reach
There, through vast regions rivers pour,
Whose midway skiff scarce sees the shore ; He knows that they are gone for ever.
Which, rolling on in lordly pride,
Give to the main their ample tide ;
And dauntless then, with current strong,
Impetuous, roaring, bear along, But here 'twere tedious and unmeet
And still their separate honours keep,
In bold contention with the mighty deep.
There broad-based mountains from the sight Wounded they found, by Carib dart;
Conceal in clouds their vasty height, Received, said he, from savage foe
Whose frozen peaks, a vision rare, Spaniards defending. Then with accents low
Above the girdling clouds rear'd far in upper air He spoke, and ruefully began to tell,
At times appear, and soothly seem What to those hapless mariners befell.
To the far distant, up-cast eye, How that from lust of pleasure and of gold,
Like snowy watch-towers of the sky,
Like passing visions of a dream.
There forests grand of olden birth,
O'er-canopy the darken'd earth,
Whose trees, growth of unreckon'd time, Yet, spite of adverse fate, he in those climes
Rear o'er whole regions far and wide Spain's infant power establish'd; after-times
A checker'd dome of lofty pride Have seen it flourish, and her sway maintain
Silent, solemn, and sublime.In either world, o'er many a fair domain.
A pillar'd labyrinth, in whose trackless gloom, But wayward was his irksome lot the while,
Unguided feet might stray till close of mortal Striving with malice, mutiny, and guile;
doom. Yet vainly striving: that which most His generous bosom sought to shun,
XXXIX. Each wise and liberal purpose crost,
There grassy plains of verdant green Must now at Mammon's ruthless call be done. Spread far beyond man's ken are seen, Upon their native soil,
Whose darker bushy spots that lie They who were wont in harmless play
Strew'd o'er the level vast, descry To frolic out the passing day,
Admiring strangers, from the brow Must pine with hateful toil.
Of hill or upland steep, and show,
Like a calm ocean's peaceful isles,
When morning light through rising vapours smiles
XL. His nobler nature trust?
O’er this, his last-his proudest fame, May on unshaken strength rely,
He did assert his mission's claim. Cast fortune as she will her dye,
Yet dark, ambitious envy, more And say “ I will be just ?”
Incensed and violent than before,
With crafty machinations gain'd
His royal master's ear, who stain'd
His princely faith, and gave it power Strikes surely at its noble mark,
To triumph, in a shameful hour. Against him rose with hatred fell,
A mission'd gownsman o'er the sea Which he could brave, but could not quell. Was sent his rights to supersede, Then he to Spain indignant went,
And all his noble schemes impede, And to his sovereigns made complaint,
His tyrant, spy, and judge to be. With manly freedom, of their trust,
With parchment scrolls and deeds he came Put, to his cost, in men unjust,
To kindle fierce and wasteful flamé.
Columbus' firm and dauntless soul
For who that hath high deeds achieved,
| Whose mind hath mighty plans conceived, Where he, the sea's unwearied, dauntless rover, Can of learn'd ignorance and pride Through many a gulf and strait, did first discover The petty vexing rule abide ?
The lion trampled by an ass
From its vast bed profound with heaving throws This noble man must cross the main,
The mighty waste of weltering waters rose. And answer his foul charge to cold, ungrateful
O'er countless waves, now mounting, now deprest, Spain.
The ridgy surges swell with foaming crest,
Like Alpine barriers of some distant shore,
Now seen, now lost amidst the deafening roar; By India's gentle race alone
While, higher still, on broad and sweepy base, Was pity to his suffering shown.
Their growing bulk the mountain billows raise, They on his parting wait,
Each far aloft in lordly grandeur rides, And looks of kindness on him cast,
With many a vassal wave roughening his furrow'd Or touch'd his mantle as he past,
sides. And mourn'd his alter'd state.
Heaved to its height, the dizzy skiff “ May the Great Spirit smooth the tide
Shoots like an eagle from his cliff With gentle gales, and be thy guide !"
Down to the fearful gulf, and then And when his vessel wore from land,
On the swoln waters mounts again, With meaning nods and gestures kind
A fearful way! a fearful state He saw them still upon the strand
For vessel charged with living freight !
Within, without, the tossing tempest's rage: Of sa vage wolves, yet reckless still,
This was, of all his earthly pilgrimage, Feel but the pain of present ill.
The injured hero's fellest, darkest hour. He saw the fate he could not now control,
Yet swiftly pass'd its gloomy power; And groan'd in bitter agony of soul.
For as the wild winds louder blew,
His troubled breast the calmer grew;
And, long before the mighty hand,
That rules the ocean and the land, And oft survey'd his rankling chain.
Had calm’d the sea, with pious reverence fillid The ship's brave captain grieved to see
The warring passions of his soul were still'd. Base irons his noble prisoner gall,
Through softly parting clouds the blue sky peerd, And kindly sued to set him free;
And heavenward turn'd his eye with better feelBut proudly spoke the lofty thrall,
ings cheer'd. “ Until the king whom I have served,
Meek are the wise, the great, the good ;Who thinks this recompense deserved,
He sigh’d, and thought of Him, who died on holy Himself eommand th’ unclasping stroke,
rood. These gyved limbs will wear their yoke.
No more the angry tempest's sport,
The vessel reach'd its destined port.
And treads again its well-known streets ;
A sight of wonder, grief, and shame
To those who on bis landing came.
And he before his sovereign dame
The silence of his smother'd flame, Utters the storm its awful sound.
In words that all his inward anguish spoke. It groans upon the distant waves;
The gentle queen's more noble breast O’er the mid-ocean wildly raves;
Its generous sympathy exprest; Recedes afar with dying strain,
And as his varied story show'd That sadly through the troubled air
What wrongs from guileful malice Aow'd, Conies like the wailings of despair,
Th’ indignant eye and flushing cheek And with redoubled strength returns again :
Did oft her mind's emotion speak. Through shrouds and rigging, boards and mast, | The sordid king, with brow severe, Whistles, and howls,and roars th’outrageous blast. Could, all unmoved, his pleadings hear;
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With four small vessels, small supply
humbs with antics wild.
Thus checker'd still with shade and sheen
LII. At length, by wayward fortune cross'd, And oft-renew'd and irksome strife Of sordid men,-by tempests tost, And tired with turmoil of a wanderer's life, He sail'd again for Europe's ancient shore, So will'd high Heaven! to cross the seas no more. His anchor fix'd, his sails for ever furl'd, A toil-worn pilgrim in a weary world.
XLIX. But if, at length, tired of their guests, Consuming like those hateful pests, Locusts or ants, provisions stored For many days, they will afford No inore, withholding fresh supplies, And strife and threatening clamours rise,Columbus' gentle craft pursues, And soon their noisy wrath subdues. Thus speaks the chief, -" Refuse us aid From stores which Heaven for all hath made! The moon, your mistress, will this night From you withhold her blessed light, Her ire to show ; take ye the risk.” Then, as half frighten'd, half in jest, They turn'd their faces to the east, From ocean rose her broaden'd disk; But when the deep eclipse came on, By science sure to him foreknown, How cower'd each savage at his feet, Like spaniel couching to his lord, Awed by the whip or angry word, His pardon to entreat! “ Take all we have, thou heavenly man! And let our mistress smile again !"
LIII. And thus the Hero's sun went down, Closing his day of bright renown. Eight times through breeze and storm he past O'er surge and wave th' Atlantic vast; And left on many an island fair Foundations which the after care Of meaner chieftains shortly rear'd To seats of power, serv'd, envied, fear'd. No kingly conqueror, since time began The long career of ages, hath to man A scope so ample given for trade's bold range, Or caused on earth’s wide stage such rapid, mighty change.
Or, should the ship, above, below,
The brightest rays of cheering shed,
That point to immortality ?
LXII. (So fancy trows,) when vex'd with worldly coil,
A twinkling speck, but fix'd and bright, And linger sadly by his parrow home ;
To guide us through the dreary night, Repentant enemies, and friends that grieve Each hero shines, and lures the soul In self-upbraiding tenderness, and say,
To gain the distant happy goal. “Cold was the love he did from us receive,”
For is there one who, musing o'er the grave The fleeting, restless spirits of a day,
Where lies interr'd the good, the wise, the brave, All to their dread account are pass'd away.
Can poorly think, beneath the mouldering heap,
That noble being shall for ever sleep?
No; saith the generous heart, and proudly swells,Silence, solemn, awful, deep,
“ Though his cered corse lies here, with God his Doth in that hall of death her empire keep;
LADY GRISELD BAILLIE.
WHEN, sapient, dauntless, strong, heroic man! And sees the blazon'd trophies waving near ;
Our busy thoughts thy noble nature scan, * Ha! tread my feet so near that sacred ground !" He stops and bows his head :-" Columbus resteth
Whose active mind, its hidden cell within,
Frames that from which the mightiest works begin ; here!”
Whose secret thoughts are light to ages lending, LVIII.
Whose potent arm is right and life defending, Some ardent youth, perhaps, ere from his home
For helpless thousands, all on one high soul deHe launch his venturous bark, will hither come,
pending :Read fondly o'er and o'er his graven name
We pause, delighted with the fair survey, With feelings keenly touch'd,—with heart of flame ; | And haply in our wistful musings say, Till wrapp'd in fancy's wild, delusive dream,
| What mate, to match this noble work of heaven, Times past and long forgotten, present seem. Hath the all-wise and mighty master given? To his charm'd ear, the east wind rising shrill, One gifted like himself, whose head devises Seems through the Hero's shroud to whistle still. High things, whose soul at sound of battle rises, The clock's deep pendulum swinging, through the Who with glaved hand will through arm'd squadblast
rons ride, Sounds like the rocking of his lofty mast;
And, death confronting, combat by his side ; While sitful gusts rave like his clamorous band,
Will share with equal wisdom grave debate, Mix'd with the accents of his high command. And all the cares of chicftain, kingly state? Slowly the stripling quits the pensive scene,
Ay, such, I trow, in female form hath been And burns, and sighs, and weeps to be what he has of olden times, and may again be seen, been.
When cares of empire or strong impulse swell LIX.
The generous breast, and to high deeds impel ; 0! who shall lightly say that fame
For who can these as meaner times upbraid, Is nothing but an empty name!
Who think of Saragossa's valiant maid ?
But she of gentler nature. softer, dearer.
Of daily life, the active, kindly cheerer ;
With generous bosom, age, or childhood shielding, The young, from slothful couch will start,
And in the storms of life, though moved, unyieldAnd vow, with lifted hands outspread,
ing; Like them to act a noble part?
Strength in her gentleness, hope in her sorrow,
Whose darkest hours some ray of brightness borrow LX.
From better days to come, whose meek devotion 0! who shall lightly say that fame
Calms every wayward passion's wild commotion; Is nothing but an empty name!
In want and suffering, soothing, useful, sprightly, When, but for those, our mighty dead,
Bearing the press of evil hap so lightly, All ages past, a blank would be,
Till evil's self seems its strong hold betraying Sunk in oblivion's murky bed,
To the sweet witchery of such winsome playing ; A desert bare, a shipless sea ?
Bold from affection, if by nature fearful, They are the distant objects seen,
With varying brow, sad, tender, anxious, cheerful,-The lofty marks of what hath been.
This is meet partner for the loftiest mind,
With crown or helmet graced, -yea, this is womanLXI.
kind! 9! who shall lightly say that fame
Come ye, whose grateful memory retains Is nothing but an empty name!
Dear recollection of her tender pains Then memory of the mighty dead
| To whom your oft-conn'd lesson, daily said, To earth-worn pilgrim's wistful eye
| With kiss and cheering praises was repaid ;
To gain whose smile, to shun whose mild rebuke, With stealthy steps 1 gain'd the shade
But little dreaming in his mind
With well-known characters, she took,
And with an eager, joyful look Feel manly pride, and think of other days, Her eyes up to his visage cast, Pleased that the playmate of your native home His changing countenance to scan, Hath in her prime an honourd name become ; As o'er the lines his keen glance pass'd. And ye, who in a duteous child have known She saw a faint glow tinge the sickly wan; A daughter, helpmate, sister, blent in one, She saw his eyes through teardrops raise From whose dear hand which, to no hireling leaves To heaven their look of silent praise, Its task of love, your age sweet aid receives, And hopes fresh touch undoing lines of care Who reckless marks youth's waning faded hue, Which stress of evil times had deeply graved there. And thinks her bloom well spent, when spent foryou; Mean while, the joy of sympathy to trace Come all, whose thoughts such dear remembrance Upon her innocent and lovely face bear,
Had to the sternest, darkest skeptic given And to my short and faithful lay give ear. Some love of human kind, some faith in righteous
What blessings on her youthful head Within a prison's hateful cell,
Were by the grateful patriot shed, Where, from the lofty window fell,
(For such he was, good and devoted, Through grated bars, the sloping beam,
And had at risk of life promoted Defined, but faint, on couch of stone,
His country's freedom and her faith, There sat a prisoner sad and lone,
Nor reckoning made of worldly skathe,) Like the dim tenant of a dismal dream.
How warm, confiding, and sincere, Deep in the shade, by low-arch'd door,
He gave to her attentive ear With iron nails thick studded o'er,
The answer which her cautious sire Whose threshold black is cross'd by those
Did to his secret note require:Who here their earthly being close,
How after this with 'quiries kind, Or issue to the light again
He ask'd for all she left behind A scaffold with their blood to stain,
In Redbraes' tower, her native dwelling, Moved something softly. Wistful ears
And set her artless tongue a-telling, Are quick of sense, and from his book
Which urchin dear had tallest grown, The prisoner raised his eyes with eager look,
And which the greatest learning shown, “ Is it a real form that through the gloom appears ?”
Of lesson, sermon, psalm, and note,
And Sabbath questions learnt by rote,
And merry tricks and gambols play'd The form that quickly by him stood;
By evening fire, and forfeits paid,Of stature low, of figure light,
I will not here rehearse, nor will I say, In motion like some happy sprite;
How, on that bless'd and long-remember'd day, Yet meaning eyes and varying cheek,
The prisoner's son, deserving such a sire, Now red, now pale, seem’d to bespeak
First saw the tiny maid, and did admire, Of riper years the cares and feeling
That one so young, and wise, and good, and fair, Which with a gentle heart were dealing.
Should be an earthly thing that breathed this nether
air. Such sense in eyes so simply mild ! is it a woman or a child ? *Vho art thou, damsel sweet ? are not mine eyes
E'en let my reader courteously suppose, beguiled ?”
| That from this visit happier days arose ;
Suppose the prisoner from his thraldom freed, III.
And with our lay proceed. “ No; from the Redbraes' tower I come ; My father is Sir Patrick Hume;
VII. And he has sent me for thy good,
The damsel, glad her mission'd task was done His dearly honour'd Jerviswood.
Back to her home long since had blithely gone; Long have I round these walls been straying And there remain'd, a meek and duteous child As if with other children playing;
Where useful toil, with play between, Long near the gate have kept my watch
And pastime on the sunny green, The sentry's changing time to catch.
The weeks and months of passing years beguiled.