HOME! thou returns't from Thames, whose naiads Have seen thee lingering with a fond delay, [long Mid those soft friends, whose hearts some future Shall melt, perhaps, to hear thy tragic song. [day, Go, not unmindful of that cordial youth,* Whom, long endear'd, thou leav'st by Lavant's Together let us wish him lasting truth, [side; And joy untainted, with his destin'd bride. Go! nor regardless, while these numbers boast My short-liv'd bliss, forget my social name; But think, far off, how, on the southern coast, I met thy friendship with an equal flame! Fresh to that soil thou turn'st, where every vale Shall prompt the Poet, and his song demand: To thee thy copious subjects ne'er shall fail; Thou need'st but take thy pencil to thy hand, And paint what all believe,who own thy genial land. There must thou wake perforce thy Doric quill: · While airy minstrels warble jocund notes. * A gentleman of the name of Barrow, who introduced Home to Collins. There, every herd, by sad experience, knows How, wing'd with fate, their elf-shot arrows fly, When the sick ewe her summer food forgoes, Or, stretch'd on earth, the heart-smit heifers lie. Let thy sweet Muse the rural faith sustain ; E'en yet preserv'd, how often may'st thou hear, Their matted hair with boughs fantastic crown'd: Whether thou bid'st the well taught hind repeat The coral dirge, that mourns some chieftain brave, When every shrieking maid her bosom beat, Thou hear'st some sounding tale of war's alarms; When at the bugle's call, with fire and steel, The sturdy clans pour'd forth their brawny swarms, And hostile brothers met, to prove each other's arms. • A summer hut, built in the high part of the mountains, to tend their flocks in the warm seasons when the pasture is fine. 'Tis thine to sing, how, framing hideous spells, How they, whose sight such dreary dreams en- For them the viewless forms of air obey; Their bidding heed, and at their beck repair : They know what spirit brews the stormful day, And heartless, oft like moody madness, stare To see the phantom train their secret work prepare. To monarchs dear,* some hundred miles astray, Oft have they seen Fate give the fatal blow! *The fifth stanza, and the half of the sixth, in Dr. Carlyle's copy, printed in the first volume of the Transactions of the Royal Society of Edinburgh, being deficient, were supplied by Mr. Mackenzie; whose lines are here annexed, for the purpose of comparison, and to do justice to the elegant author of the Man of Feeling: 'Or on some bellying rock that shades the deep, They view the lurid signs that cross the sky, Where in the west, the brooding tempests lie; And hear the first, faint, rustling penons sweep: Or in the arch'd cave, where deep and dark The broad unbroken billows heave and swell, In horrid musings wrapt, they sit to mark The labouirng moon; or list the nightly yell The seer, in Sky, shriek'd as the blood did flow, When headless Charles warm on the scaffold lay! As Boreas threw his young Aurora* forth, In the first year of the first George's reign, And battles rag'd in welkin of the North, They mourn'd in air, fell fell rebellion slain ! And as of late, they joy'd in Preston's fight, Saw, at sad Falkirk, all their hopes near crown'd! They rav'd, divining, through their second sight. Pale, red Culloden, where these hopes were drown'd! Of that dread spirit, whose gigantic form Through the dim air who guides the driving storm, O'er the dire whirlpool, that in ocean's waste, Draws instant down whate'er devoted thing The falling breeze within its reach hath plac'd The distant seaman hears, and flies with trembling haste. Silent he broods o'er quicksand, bog, or fen, * By young Aurora, Collins undoubtedly meant the first ap pearance of the northern lights, which happened about the year 1715; at least, it is most highly probable, from this peculiar circumstance, that no ancient writer whatever has taken any notice of them, nor even any one modern, previous to the above period. + Secoud sight is the term that is used for the divination of the Highlanders. Illustrious William!* Britain's guardian name! [broke, But thou, more glorious, Slavery's chain hast To reign a private man, and bow to Freedom's yoke! These, too, thou'lt sing! for well thy magic Muse He glows to draw you downward to your death, In his bewitch'd, low, marshy, willow brake: What though far off, from some dark dell espied, His glimmering mazes cheer the excursive sight, Yet turn, ye wanderers, turn your steps aside, Nor trust the guidance of that faithless light: For watchful, lurking, mid the' unrustling reed, At those murk hours the wily monster lies, And listens oft to hear the passing steed, And frequent round him rolls his sullen eyes, If chance his savage wrath may some weak wretch surprise. Ah, luckless swain, o'er all unbless'd, indeed! Whom late bewilder'd in the dank, dark fen, Far from his flocks, and smoking hamlet, then! To that sad spot where hums the sedgy weed: * The late Duke of Cumberland, who defeated the Pretender at the battle of Culloden. + A fiery meteor, called by various names, such as Will with the Wisp, Jack with the Lantern, &c. It hovers in the air over marshy and fenny places. |