256 PO!Dlll OF FRUDOV AND PATRtOTISlr.The me.teor-fiag of England
Shall yet terrific burn ;
Till danger's troubled night depart ,
And the star of peace retnrn.
Then, then, ye ooean-warriors,
Our song and feast shall fiow
To the fame of yottr na.me,
When the storm ba.th ceaaed to blow ;
When the fiery fight is heard no more,
And t he storm has ceased to blo-w.
CAKPB&LL.Jcmu S:bongqta, from tbt .ita.
NoBLT, nobly Oape Saint Vi11cent to the north-west dieci
away;
Sunset ra.n, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz bay;
Bluish 'mid the burning water, full in face Trafalgar lay :
I n the dimmest north-east distance, da.wn'd Gibra.ltar grand
and gray;
" H ere and here did England help me,-how can I help
England 1 "- say,
Whoso turns as I, this evening, turn to Goll to praise and
pray,
While Jove's planet rises yonder, silent over Africa.
BaowmNo.
J olitirnl Glmdtuss.
NoR happiness, nor majesty, nor fame,
Nor peace, nor strengt h, nor skill in al'DlB or 1uts,
Shepherd those herds whom tyrannr makes tame;
Ver.e echoes not one beating oftbe1r he&rta:
History is but the shadow of their shame;
Art veils her gloas, or fl·om the ps~eant starts,
As to oblivion their blind millions tleet I
S taining th&t heaven with obeceue imagery
Of their own likeueBB. Whn.t are numbP.rs, knit
By for ce or custom t Man who mAn would be,
Muat rule the empire ofbimaelf; in it
Must be supreme, eatablishing bie throne
On vanqniah'd will, quellin~ the an11rcby
Of hopes and feara, being h1mself alonE'.
SB&LLET.