And in your harmony sublime

I read the doom of distant time;

That man's regenerate soul from crime

Shall yet be drawn,

And reason on his mortal clime

Immortal dawn.

What's hallow'd ground? 'Tis what gives birth

To sacred thoughts in souls of worth!—

Peace! Independence! Truth! go forth

Earth's compass round;

And your high priesthood shall make earth.

All hallow'd ground.

CAROLINE.

PART I.

I'LL bid the hyacinth to blow,

I'll teach my grotto green to be;

And sing my true love, all below

The holly bower and myrtle tree.

There all his wild-wood sweets to bring,

The sweet south wind shall wander by,

And with the music of his wing

Delight my rustling canopy.

Come to my close and clustering bower,

Thou spirit of a milder clime,

Fresh with the dews of fruit and flower,

Of mountain-heath, and moory thyme.

With all thy rural echoes come,

Sweet comrade of the rosy day,

Wafting the wild bee's gentle hum,
Or cuckoo's plaintive roundelay.

Where'er thy morning breath has play'd,
Whatever isles of ocean fann'd,

Come to my blossom-woven shade,

Thou wandering wind of fairy-land.

For sure from some enchanted isle,

Where Heaven and Love their sabbath holds,

Where pure and happy spirits smile,

Of beauty's fairest, brightest mould;

From some green Eden of the deep,

Where Pleasure's sigh alone is heaved,

Where tears of rapture lovers weep,

Endear'd, undoubting, undeceived;

From some sweet paradise afar,

Thy music wanders, distant, lostWhere Nature lights her leading star, And love is never, never cross'd.

Oh gentle gale of Eden bowers,

If back thy rosy feet should roam,

To revel with the cloudless Hours

In Nature's more propitious home,

Name to thy loved Elysian groves,

That o'er enchanted spirits twine,

A fairer form than cherub loves,

And let the name be CAROLINE.

CAROLINE.

PART II.

TO THE EVENING STAR.

GEM of the crimson-colour'd Even,

Companion of retiring day,

Why at the closing gates of heaven,
Beloved star, dost thou delay?

So fair thy pensile beauty burns,

When soft the tear of twilight flows;

So due thy plighted love returns,

To chambers brighter than the rose ;