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    When he starts from his fitimble grassy nest , And is up and away , with the dew on his breast And a hymn in his heart , to yon pure bright sphere . To warble it out in his Maker ' s ear—Ever , my child , be thy morning lays Tun'd like the lark's to thy Maker ' s praise i

    2 . * What is that , mother ? ... The dove , my son ! And that low sweet voice , like the widow ' s moai \ , Is flowing out from her gentle breast , Constant and pure , by that lonely nest , As the wave is pour'd from some crystal urn , For her distant dear one ' s quick return ^ Ever , my son , be thou like the dove , In friendship as faithful , as constant in love !

    3 . * What is that , mother ? * The eagle , my boy I Proudly careering his course of joy ; Firm on his own mountain vigour relying ,

    Breasting the dark storm , the red bolt defying , His wing on the wind , his eye on the sun , He swerves not a hair , but moves onward , right on—Boy ! may the eagle ' s flight ever be thine , Onward , and upward , and true to the line I 4 .

    • What is that , mother ? The swan , my love ! He is floating down from his native grove ; JN ~ o lov J d one now , no nestling nighy He is floating down by himself to die ; Death darkens his eye and unplumes his wings . Yet his sweetest song is the last he sings—Live so , my love , that , when death shall come , Swan-like and sweet it may waft thee home /'

    Such of our readers as may not be much acquainted with the productions of this accomplished woman , may be surprised to learn , that , though subjects like the preceding are more in her favourite walk ^ few have struck the martial or chivalrous lyre with more electrifying boldness . This , however , is to us no

    problem . The conception of what is pure and holy carries with it the conception of what is elevated and noble . The fruitage may appear very different from the root ; but it is not the less its proper and natural growth . The fine apprehension of the charities and graces of life implies and produces the as fine apprehension of all that gives them dignity and security . Hence the

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    322 On the Connexion belvxeen Poetry an & Religion .

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Dec. 2, 1832, page 822, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1826/page/30/