Submits, reluctant, to the harsher tone,

And scarce believes the altered voice her own.

And now, where Cæsar saw with proud disdain The wattled hut and skin of azure stain,

Corinthian columns rear their graceful forms, And light varandas brave the wintry storms, While British tongues the fading fame prolong Of Tully's eloquence and Maro's song.

Where once Bonduca whirled the scythed car,
And the fierce matrons raised the shriek of war,
Light forms beneath transparent muslins float,
And tutored voices swell the artful note.

Light-leaved acacias and the shady plane
And spreading cedar grace the woodland reign;
While crystal walls the tenderer plants confine,
The fragrant orange and the nectared pine;
The Syrian grape there hangs her rich festoons,
Nor asks for purer air, or brighter noons:

Science and Art urge on the useful toil,

New mould a climate and create the soil,

Subdue the rigour of the northern Bear,
O'er polar climes shed aromatic air,
On yielding Nature urge their new demands,
And ask not gifts but tribute at her hands.

London exults:-on London Art bestows
Her summer ices and her winter rose;
Gems of the East her mural crown adorn,
And Plenty at her feet pours forth her horn;
While even the exiles her just laws disclaim,
People a continent, and build a name :
August she sits, and with extended hands

Holds forth the book of life to distant lands.

But fairest flowers expand but to decay;
The worm is in thy core, thy glories pass away;
Arts, arms and wealth destroy the fruits they bring ;
Commerce, like beauty, knows no second spring.
Crime walks thy streets, Fraud earns her unblest bread,
O'er want and woe thy gorgeous robe is spread,

And angel charities in vain oppose :

With grandeur's growth the mass of misery grows.

For see, to other climes the Genius soars,

He turns from Europe's desolated shores;

And lo, even now, midst mountains wrapt in storm, On Andes' heights he shrouds his awful form;

On Chimborazo's summits treads sublime,

Measuring in lofty thought the march of Time; Sudden he calls:- ." "Tis now the hour!" he cries, Spreads his broad hand, and bids the nations rise.

La Plata hears amidst her torrents' roar;

Potosi hears it, as she digs the ore :

Ardent, the Genius fans the noble strife,

And pours through feeble souls a higher life,
Shouts to the mingled tribes from sea to sea,

And swears-Thy world, Columbus, shall be free.

ODE TO REMORSE.

DREAD offspring of the holy light within,
Offspring of Conscience and of Sin,

Stern as thine awful sire, and fraught with woe

From bitter springs thy mother taught to flow,— Remorse! To man alone 'tis given

Of all on earth, or all in heaven,

To wretched man thy bitter cup to drain,

Feel thy awakening stings, and taste thy wholesome pain.

Midst Eden's blissful bowers,

And amaranthine flowers,

Thy birth portentous dimmed the orient day,

What time our hapless sire,

O'ercome by fond desire,

The high command presumed to disobey;

Then didst thou rear thy snaky crest,

And raise thy scorpion lash to tear the guilty breast: And never, since that fatal hour,

May man, of woman born, expect to' escape thy power.

Thy goading stings the branded Cain

Cross the' untrodden desert drove,

Ere from his cradling home and native plain
Domestic man had learnt to rove.

By gloomy shade or lonely flood

Of vast primeval solitude,

Thy step his hurried steps pursued,
Thy voice awoke his conscious fears,
For ever sounding in his ears

A father's curse, a brother's blood;