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The home of my childhood ; the haunts of my | Where the zebra wantonly tosses his mane, prime ;
With wild hoof scouring the desolate plain; All the passions and scenes of that rapturous time And the fleet-footed ostrich over the waste When the feelings were young, and the world Speeds like a horseman who travels in haste,
Hieing away to the home of her rest, Like the fresh bowers of Eden unfolding to view ; Where she and her mate have scooped their nest, All, all now forsaken, forgotten, foregone ! Far hid from the pitiless plunderer's view And I, a lone exile remembered of none,
In the pathless depths of the parched karroo. My high aims abandoned, my good acts undone,
Afar in the desert I love to ride, Aweary of all that is under the sun,
With the silent Bush-boy alone by my side, With that sadness of heart which no stranger Away, away, in the wilderness vast may scan,
Where the white man's foot hath never passed, I fly to the desert afar from man.
And the quivered Coranna or Bechuan
Hath rarely crossed with his roving clan, Afar in the desert I love to ride,
A region of emptiness, howling and drear, With the silent Bush-boy alone by my side! Which man hath abandoned from famine and When the wild turmoil of this wearisome life, With its scenes of oppression, corruption, and which the snake and the lizard inhabit alone, strife,
With the twilight bat from the yawning stone ; The proud man's frown, and the base man's Where grass, nor herb, nor shrub takes root, fear,
Save poisonous thorns that pierce the foot ; The scorner's laugh, and the sufferer's tear, And the bitter-melon, for food and drink, And malice, and meanness, and falsehood, and is the pilgrim's fare by the salt lake’s brink; folly,
A region of drought, where no river glides,
Nor tree, nor cloud, nor misty mount,
And the blank horizon, round and round,
As I sit apart by the desert stone,
Like Elijah at Horeb's cave, alone, Afar in the desert I love to ride,
“A still small voice” comes through the wild With the silent Bush-boy alone by my side, (Like a father consoling his fretful child), Away, away from the dwellings of men,
Which banishes bitterness, wrath, and fear,
MAJESTY IN MISERY; By the skirts of gray forest o’erhung with wild
vine ; Where the elephant browses at peace in his wood, GREAT Monarch of the World, from whose Power And theriver-horse gambols unscared in the flood,
Springs And the mighty rhinoceros wallows at will
The Potency and Power of Kings, In the fen where the wild ass is drinking his Record the Royal Woe my Suffering sings; fill.
And teach my tongue, that ever did confine Afar in the desert I love ro ride,
Its faculties in Truth's Seraphic Line,
To track the Treasons of thy foes and mine.
With this dim Diadem invested me :
With it the sacred Scepter, Purple Robe,
But, for refusal, they devour my Thrones,
The fiercest Furies, that do daily tread
My Life they prize at such a slender rate Upon my Grief, my Gray Dis-crowned Head,
That in my absence they draw Bills of hate,
To prove the King a Traytor to the State.
Felons obtain more priviledge than I :
They are allowed to answer ere they die; Plunder and Murder are the Kingdom's Laws ;
'Tis death for me to ask the reason Why. Tyranny bears the Title of Taxation,
But, Sacred Saviour, with thy words I woo Revenge and Robbery are Reformation,
Thee to forgive, and not be bitter to
Such as thou know'st do not know what they do.
For since they from their Lord are so disjointed
How can they prize the Power of his Anointed ?
Augment my Patience, nullifie my Hate,
Yet, though We perish, bless this Church and Churchmen are chained and Schismaticks are State.
free'd, Mechanicks preach, and Holy Fathers bleed, The Crown is crucified with the Creed.
UNDER THE CROSS.
CHARLES THE FIRST.
Now, faint and sore afraid,
This day a solemn feast the people hold Under my cross, heavy and rude,
To Dagon, their sea-idol, and forbid
Laborious works : unwillingly this rest
Their superstition yields me; hence with leave
Retiring from the popular noise, I seek
Ease to the body some, none to the mind
From restless thoughts, that, like a deadly swarm
Times past, what once I was, and what am now.
Twice by an angel, who at last in sight
From off the altar, where an offering burned,
As in a fiery column, charioting
His godlike presence, and from some great act LOVE not, love not, ye hapless sons of clay!
Or benefit revealed to Abraham's race?
As of a person separate to
Made of my enemies the scorn and gaze ;
To grind in brazen fetters under task
Should Israel from Philistian yoke deliver ;
Ask for this great deliverer now, and find him Love not ! the thing you love may die,
Eyeless in Gaza, at the mill with slaves,
Himself in bonds under Philistian yoke !
O loss of sight, of thee I most complain !
Blind arnong enemies, 0, worse than chains,
Dungeon, or beggary, or decrepit age ! Love not! O warning vainly said
Light, the prime work of God, to me is extinct, In present hours as in years gone by!
And all her various objects of delight Love flings a halo round the dear ones' head,
Annulled, which mightin part my grief have eased.
Inferior to the vilest now become
Of man or worm; the vilest here excel me :
Within doors or without, still as a fool,
In power of others, never in my own;
Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half. A LITTLE onward lend thy guiding hand
O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon,
Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse,
SELECTIONS FROM “PARADISE LOST."
Thee, native soil ! these happy walks and shades,
CAROLINE E. NORTON.