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THE POEM WHICH OBTAINED THE SEATONIAN PRIZE

IN THE YEAR 1834.

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"Jacob was a plain man."

GEN. XXV. 27.

"I boast no song in magic's wonder rife:

But yet, oh Nature! is there nought to prize

Familiar in thy bosom-scenes of life ?"

CAMPBELL.

A DAY of many changes!-shower and sun,
In dubious conflict, oft have lost and won ;-
Now a long space of deep and settled gloom,
Now bursts the day-king from his shadowy tomb,
And the broad river and the cultured plain

Laugh in the luxury of light again.

A day of many changes!-but at length

The spirits of the clouds have spent their strength, Driven from the empire of the upper world,

Their ranks are broken, and their banner furled ;

And scarce the ear, in faint vibration, feels
The distant roll of their retiring wheels.

'Tis evening's solemn hour!—the expectant West Awaits the advent of her glorious guest;

And fairy looms have broidered with vermilion
The gorgeous drapery of his proud pavilion;
He walks to rest triumphant,-from his hair
Shedding down radiance through the amber air;
As if resolved in lavish mood to pay
To Nature quittance for his long delay.
Brief reign as beautiful!—how quickly die
The splendors of that airy pageantry!
E'en as we gaze, the brilliant tints of even
Are melted in the blank abyss of heaven;
And though, in close battalia ranked on high,
The countless armies of the night march by,