HYMN TO THE NORTH STAR. 237 And eve, that round the earth Chases the day, beholds thee watching there; There noontide finds thee, and the hour that calls Alike, beneath thine eye, The deeds of darkness and of light are done; High towards the star-lit sky Towns blaze-the smoke of battle blots the sun- On thy unaltering blaze The half-wrecked mariner, his compass lost, Fixes his steady gaze, And steers, undoubting, to the friendly coast; And they who stray in perilous wastes, by night, Are glad when thou dost shine to guide their footsteps right. And, therefore, bards of old, Did in thy beams behold A beauteous type of that unchanging good, The voyager of time should shape his heedful way. THE TWENTY-SECOND OF DECEMBER. WILD was the day; the wintry sea Moaned sadly on New-England's strand, When first, the thoughtful and the free, They little thought how pure a light, With years, should gather round that day; How love should keep their memories bright, How wide a realm their sons should sway. Green are their bays; but greener still Shall round their spreading fame be wreathed, And regions, now untrod, shall thrill With reverence, when their names are breathed. Till where the sun, with softer fires, Looks on the vast Pacific's sleep, The children of the pilgrim sires This hallowed day like us shall keep. ODE FOR AN AGRICULTURAL CELEBRATION. FAR back in the ages, The plough with wreaths was crowned; Entwined the chaplet round; By which the world was nourished, Where green their laurels flourished: The proud throne shall crumble, The tribes of earth shall humble The pride of those who reign; Shall fade, decay, and perish. 240 ODE. Honour waits, o'er all the Earth, A WALK AT SUNSET. WHEN insect wings are glistening in the beam Wander amid the mild and mellow light; Oh, sun! that o'er the western mountains now Colourest the eastern heaven and night-mist cool, Climbest, and streamest thy white splendours from mid-sky. Yet, loveliest are thy setting smiles, and fair, They who here roamed, of yore, the forest wide, |