POEMS BY THE EDITOR. MY NATIVE GLEN. En unquam patrios, longo post tempore fines, VIRGIL. MELLOW thy notes, fond bird! thy small shrill voice, My footsteps linger where thy melody Floats soft around the gay liburnum's shade; Whose yellow drooping garlands round the tree, Diffuse fresh odours where thy songs pervade, And die away in echoes;-mazing round Here from the burning rays of noontide's sun, Then eddying round yon woodbine-faced defile, A beaming mirror leaps the white cascade, Bright glancing to the sunshine's radiant smile, Showering its spray around the coppiced glade, Where hoary wild-thyme cushions o'er the rocks, And sun-dew, with the whortle-berry's bell; And laughing eye-bright, with the asphodel, And dusky crane's-bill blushing by her side, The clustering hawthorn, fondling o'er the rose, MY NATIVE GLEN. Unnumber'd flowers bestrewn by nature's hand, My native glen! from you, when far away, My dreams will still inhale your fresh perfume, Where through the woodruff's fragrancy I stray, Or linger round the yellow banks of broom. At morn, when all around is hush'd in sleep, Within your dark and leafy dells to muse; Or wander o'er the bushy mountain's brow, Unseen, while yet the wreathing mists impend, 'Tis sweet in such a lovely wilderness, Ere sleeping flowers their dewy breasts unfold To the morning's sun, the tufted lawn to press, And hear the matin song ring through the wold. 199 In scenes like these, remote from human bield, Fond recollections! glens, and woods, and all Your dear remembrance, like a morning's dream. On some far distant day, when seas between Us lie; Time's signet, while the warm tears glow, Shall ne'er efface you, nor this smiling scene, Where all my hopes concentrate, ebb, and flow. Mellow thy notes, sweet bird! the dingle rings Thy warblings louder, wouldst thou wert at rest, And roosting on the spray: Each note thou sings, Thrills sadness through this throbbing fever'd breast. THE yellow Aconite from winter's urn, With many an early spring-flower in her train, Starring the landscape, welcome spring's return, Awakening vegetation o'er the plain: |