POEMS OF SENTIMENT. ON THE PROSPECT OF PLANTING | Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a ARTS AND LEARNING IN AMERICA. THE Muse, disgusted at an age and clime Barren of every glorious theme, In distant lands now waits a better time, Producing subjects worthy fame. In happy climes, where from the genial sun And virgin earth such scenes ensue, The force of Art by Nature seems outdone, And fancied beauties by the true; In happy climes, the seat of innocence, Where Nature guides and Virtue rules, Where men shall not impose for truth and sense The pedantry of courts and schools; Not such as Europe breeds in her decay; By future poets shall be sung. Westward the course of empire takes its way; The four first acts already past, A fifth shall close the drama with the day; Time's noblest offspring is the last. GEORGE BERKELEY. A MUSICAL INSTRUMENT. WHAT was he doing, the great god Pan, Down in the reeds by the river? Spreading ruin and scattering ban, goat, And breaking the golden lilies afloat He tore out a reed, the great god Pan, Ere he brought it out of the river. While turbidly flow'd the river, And hack'd and hew'd as a great god can With his hard, bleak steel at the patient reed, Till there was not a sign of a leaf indeed To prove it fresh from the river. He cut it short, did the great god Pan (How tall it stood in the river!) Then drew the pith like the heart of a |