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VESPERS.

God, that madest Earth and Heaven,

Darkness and light,
Who the day for toil hast given,

For rest the night,
May thine angel guards defend us,
Slumber sweet thy mercy send us,
Holy dreams and hopes attend us,

This livelong night.

TO LIEUTENANT GENERAL SIR ROWLAND HILL, K. B.

Hill, whose high daring with renewed success Hath cheered our tardy war, what time the

cloud Of expectation, dark and comfortless. Hung on the mountains; and yon factious crowd Blasphemed their country's valor, babbling loud; Then was thine arm revealed, to whose young

might, By Toulon's leaguered wall, the fiercest bowed; Whom Egypt honored, and the dubious fight Of Sad Corunna's winter, and more bright Douro, and Talavera's gory bays; Wise, modest, brave, in danger foremost found. O still,young warrior,may thy toil-earned praise, With England's love, and England's honor crowned, Gild with delight thy father's latter days.

IMITATION OF AN ODE BY KOODRUT, IN HINDOOSTANEE.

Ambition's voice was in my ear, she whispered yesterday,'How goodly is the land of Room, how wide

the Russian sway. How blest to conquer either realm, and dwell

through life to come, Lulled by the harp's melodious string, cheered

by the northern drum.' But wisdom heard; 'O youth,' she said, 'in

passion's fetter tied, O come and see a sight with me shall cure thee

of thy pride.' She led me to a lonely dell, a sad and shady

ground, Where many an ancient sepulchre gleamed in

the moonshine round. And ' here Secunder sleeps,' she cried;—' this

is his rival's stone;And here the mighty chief reclines who reared the Median throne.

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Inquire of these, doth aught of all their ancient pomp remain, Save late regret, and bitter tears forever, and in

vain?Return, return, and in thy heart engraven keep my lore;The lesser wealth, the lighter load,—small blame betides the poor.'

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