THE

MINSTREL:

OR,

THE PROGRESS OF GENIUS.

THE SECOND BOOK.

I.

OF chance or change O let not man complain,

Else shall he never never cease to wail:

For, from th' imperial dome, to where the swain
Rears the lone cottage in the silent dale,

All feel th' assault of fortune's fickle gale;

Art, empire, earth itself, to change are doom'd;
Earthquakes have raised to heaven the humble vale,

And gulphs the mountain's mighty mass entomb'd,

And where th' Atlantic rolls wide continents have bloom'd*.

* See Plato's Timeus.

II.

But sure to foreign climes we need not range,
Nor search the ancient records of our race,
To learn the dire effects of time and change,
Which in ourselves, alas! we daily trace.
Yet at the darken'd eye, the wither'd face,
Or hoary hair, I never will repine:

But

spare,

O Time, whate'er of mental grace,

Of candour, love, or sympathy divine,

Whate'er of fancy's ray, or friendship's flame is mine.

III.

So I, obsequious to Truth's dread command,
Shall here without reluctance change my lay,

And smite the Gothic lyre with harsher hand;
Now when I leave that flowery path for aye
Of childhood, where I sported many a day,
Warbling and sauntering carelessly along;
Where every face was innocent and gay,
Each vale romantic, tuneful every tongue,

Sweet, wild, and artless all, as Edwin's infant song.

IV.

"Perish the lore that deadens young

Is the soft tenor of my song no more.

desire"

Edwin, though loved of Heaven, must not aspire
To bliss, which mortals never knew before.

On trembling wings let youthful fancy soar,
Nor always haunt the sunny realms of joy ;
But now and then the shades of life explore;
Though many a sound and sight of wo annoy,
And many a qualm of care his rising hopes destroy.

V.

Vigour from toil, from trouble patience grows.
The weakly blossom, warm in summer bower,
Some tints of transient beauty may disclose;
But ah it withers in the chilling hour.

Mark yonder oaks! Superior to the power
Of all the warring winds of heaven they rise,

And from the stormy promontory tower,

And toss their giant arms amid the skies,

While each assailing blast increase of strength supplies.