How days of legend and romance,
And days of lady's bower,

The spirit with their charm, entrance
And bind it to their power.

She sketched the poet's noble soul,
With love and truth combined,
She showed how friendship's flowing bowl
Can sooth the poet's mind.

She pictured where the Muses dwell,-
In love and virtue's home,

And many a tale her pages tell

How Cupid chanced to roam;

Inconstant in his fickle mood,-
But gentle, generous, kind,
Where heart by heart is understood-
Where mind responds to mind.

She pictured man's superior power,
And woman's trustful love;

She drew the scene in feeling's hour,
Where soft affections move.

She tells of many a regal dame
To life's bright summit led,
Whose weal and woe alike may claim
The tear for greatness dead.

She tells a tale of memory's land,
Where gentle visions play;

Where smiling youth with graces bland,
Gilds life's declining day.

LE CHALUMEAU, OU LE COR DES ALPES.

Thus genius to her purpose true,

Her finished work supplies;
And pictures nature to our view,
In many-coloured dies.

And oh, may genius such as thine,
Each high born theme express—
And in the fair perfections shine,
Of truth and righteousness!

"Whatsoever ye do, do all to the glory of God."-1 Cor. x. 31.

LE CHALUMEAU, ou LE COR DES ALPES.

HERO of the glacier wild!

Let me speak thee freedom's child!
Bounding light, in dauntless mood,
Over field and over flood;

Or upon thy rugged way
All among the mountains grey,-
Or when evening's silent hour
Closes round thy sheltering bower,
And beneath that linden tree,

One true heart beats high, for thee:-
Let me greet thee-and exclaim,

Hail the patriot's honored name!

Whilst the terror-stricken land

Faints beneath oppression's hand,
Whilst the lords of iron-sway
Bid their suppliant slaves obey,

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Whilst the reign of justice seems,
Passed from earth like golden dreams,
Whilst the sons of bondage cry
For their long-lost liberty;

Hark! to aid their faltering breath,
Waked from slavery's chilling death,
Hark! whilst still those strains aspire,
Waked is freedom's generous ire.
Linked in federal bands with those,
Hearts that wail their people's woes ;
Linked in federal bonds that bind
Souls in concert with their kind ;
See in three-fold union bound,
Guardians true! of freedom's ground.

Deeply in one soul, there lies
All of love's fond sympathies ;
Deeply in that stricken breast,
Worn with anguish and unrest,
Feeling's records graven, lie,—
Speaking love's deep mystery;
All a father's truth is there—
All a father's votive prayer.
Hush

for o'er the mountain free,
Pour the notes of liberty;
And her banner waves on high,
Like a day-beam in the sky ;-
Look for on the embattled plain,
Freedom spreads her tents again.

Children of the household hearth!
Where each cherished joy has birth,
Children of the glacier wild!
With your fate now reconciled,

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Whilst the reign of justice seems,
Passed from earth like golden dreams,
Whilst the sons of bondage cry
For their long-lost liberty;

Hark! to aid their faltering breath,
Waked from slavery's chilling death,
Hark! whilst still those strains aspire,
Waked is freedom's generous ire.
Linked in federal bands with those,
Hearts that wail their people's woes;
Linked in federal bonds that bind
Souls in concert with their kind;
See in three-fold union bound,
Guardians true! of freedom's ground.

Deeply in one soul, there lies
All of love's fond sympathies;
Deeply in that stricken breast,
Worn with anguish and unrest,
Feeling's records graven, lie,—
Speaking love's deep mystery;
All a father's truth is there-
All a father's votive prayer.
Hush

for o'er the mountain free,
Pour the notes of liberty;
And her banner waves on high,
Like a day-beam in the sky ;-
Look! for on the embattled plain,
Freedom spreads her tents again.

Children of the household hearth!
Where each cherished joy has birth,
Children of the glacier wild!
With your fate now reconciled,