Vengeance, vengeance will not stay! From the revolution's flood, Nurst by anarchy and crime, S. "Prophet! thou hast spoken well, W. "Though the moon's bewildered bark, By the midnight tempest tost, In a sea of vapours dark, In a gulf of clouds was lost : Yet my journey I pursued, Stantz-a melancholy pyre! Flaming piles, where'er I turned, While the red illumined flood, 'Midst the mountains, far away, At the sight my brain was fired, Fled, and ere the noon of day, END OF THE FIFTH PART. THE WANDERER OF SWITZERLAND. PART VI. The Wanderer informs the Shepherd, that, after the example of many of his countrymen, flying from the tyranny of France, it is his intention to settle in some remote province of America. SHEPHERD. "WANDERER! whither wouldst thou roam ? To what region far away, Bend thy steps to find a home, W. "In the twilight of my day, Far beyond the Atlantic floods, Realms of mountains, dark with woods, There, in glens and caverns rude, Silent, since the world began, Unbetrayed by faithless man : Where a tyrant never trod, Thither, thither would I roam; Though my father's bones afar, Though the mould that wraps my clay, When this storm of life is o'er, Never-never-never lay On a human breast before : Yet, in sweet communion there, Albert's babes shall deck our tomb, And my daughter's duteous tears Bid the flowery hillock bloom, Through the winter waste of years." S."Time! thy chariot wheels delay; Death! unstring thy bended bow; Sun forget to bring the day, Which shall lay the Wanderer low!" W. “Though our Parent perished here, Lo! new fledged her wings appear, Thither shall her sons repair, Mountains! can ye chain the will? Ocean! canst thou quench the heart? No!-I feel my Country still, LIBERTY! where'er thou art. |