I love to feel the balmy air Mantling in haze the prospect fair Nature has loveliest charms, when bright Where'er I gaze, around, below, 'Tis well to love His earth, Decked in her robes of state, To mark her, when renewed in birth, To cast the gladdened eye around, And feel that all is holy ground. But if He disappears, And veils his look of love, The gayest scene is dimmed by tears, The spirit turns away— It cannot, will not rest! Oh for a mild, celestial ray, To glad the gloomy breast! Absent from Him, earth's smiles but seem The mockery of some golden dream! Would He light up the land With an approving smile, The rudest wilds the desert knows, May thus the morn's bright wings Saviour! I bow before Thy throne, Not for Thy works, but Thee alone! CAPRI.1 ALL IS VANITY AND VEXATION OF SPIRIT.--ECCL. I. 14. Он what can curb the mind of man, The world, too bounded for his span ; Like captive bird he flutters round, Here, where the double-crested isle 1 The favourite retreat of the Emperor Tiberius. He swept within its narrow bound, Planted his throne, and scattered round He asked the heav'ns-and high they spread He asked the earth-she strewed a bed, He asked the sea-she wrought a cave, And bade him trust her azure wave, He asked of man-and lordly halls While danced around the festive walls But Oh! how vain the wealth of earth, Who moulded is in human birth, By human death must die! 1 La Grotta Azurra. The vine still climbs yon shadowy rocks Still rolls the azure wave Man's works survive the earthquake's shocksBut where the Imperial slave? Little thought he, in Pleasure's bower, Weaving a summer-lay, While basking in life's pride and power, But Time hath rung full many a knell, Yet not a voice the tale may tell— One word-one little word alone, Of him, who claimed the world his own He was and he is not ! Then let man check each fond desire, To its due bound confined; Mortal delights awhile may fire, They cannot fill the mind. Earth's fond pursuits no more his aim, Sin's loud applause, his deepest shame- |