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 THE LOVER OF NATURE
 
 THE LOVER OF NATURE 
 
 AND OTHER POEMS 
 
 BY 
 
 GEORGE GEE 
 
 LONDON 
 DIGBY, LONG & CO., PUBLISHERS 
 18 BOUVERIE STREET, FLEET STREET, E.G. 
 
 1892
 
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 &125' JL 
 
 CONTENTS 
 
 -:o:- 
 
 The Lover of Nature, ..... 1 
 
 Hope, ....... 18 
 
 Lines Wiitten on the Death of General Gordon, . . 19 
 
 Dear Albion, Adieu !..... 20 
 
 Stanzas "Written on a Blank Leaf of Cowper's Poems, . 22 
 Still is that Morn to My Memory Sweet, . . .23 
 
 Oh, may our Young Lives, T . . .25 
 
 My Heart clings to Thee, ..... 26 
 
 Lines Written on being asked, Why I linger amid the 
 
 Beauties of Nature, . . . .27 
 
 Lines to a Friend, ...... 28 
 
 Stanzas, ....... 30 
 
 Oh, leave not the Land, . . . . .31 
 
 Lines Written in America, ..... 38 
 
 Evening, ....... 36 
 
 O^OO^ c*
 
 THE LOVEE OF NATUEE 
 
 THE LOVER OF NATURE 
 
 Lo ! ill the east brioht Phoebus' train sublime. 
 
 Again arise to mark the march of time. 
 
 Now to traverse the ethereal realms of light, 
 
 Bids nifjht and chaos take their dismal fliofht. 
 
 And yet though hidden by yon towering hill, 
 
 Its liquid light the vaulted regions fill. 
 
 Illuminated thus, the skies appear 
 
 To greet the orb that rolls in lustre there; 
 
 That drives each shadow from the morning skies, 
 
 Which appear ablaze to my admiring eyes. 
 
 Away the night hath fled ! no more I see 
 
 The screeching owlet skim across the lea ; 
 
 No more the glow-worm sheds its lambent light, 
 
 Which, flickering, shone throughout the hazy night; 
 
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 2 THE LOVER OF NATURE, 
 
 The stars have fled, no more their silvery beams 
 Through the wood or o'er the hill-top streams ; 
 For gone those nightly scenes, the orb of day 
 Bids creation smile though man may mourn decay, 
 Awakes the world from sleep's refresliing balms, 
 To bask in life's and Nature's noblest charms. 
 
 This is the hour in dells I love to rove. 
 Or amongst trees magnificentl}^ wove ; 
 Pretty the scene with many shadows cast, 
 A gentle zephyr wanders calmly past. 
 The balmy breeze my glowing cheeks doth fan, 
 And 'wakes a rustle in its upward span. 
 Oh, how still ! by an odd sound only broke. 
 As when a squirrel climbs through yonder oak, 
 Or a timid thrush answers the sighing breeze. 
 In gentle accents floating through the trees. 
 
 The lark no lonfjer linofers at his rest, 
 But proudly soars from out his hidden nest. 
 Soars swiftly up the heavenly vault of sky, 
 To pour aloud his carols upon high. 
 His inspiring notes drop on the earth below, 
 Though lost amid the blaze of ether glow.
 
 AND OTHER POEMS. 3 
 
 How sweet the song with such expansive ring, 
 And all the charms that melody can bring. 
 Breathing aloud a sweet inspiring strain, 
 Alone to rcmse the greenwood's charms again ; 
 Where warbling hosts one's rising raptures cheer 
 Whose throbbing throats those leafy haunts endear 
 Each bird awakes a rich and lasting: strain, 
 That backward thrills through his native woods again. 
 All greet alike the glorious dawn of day, 
 And give the sun their songs of welcome gay 
 
 How sweet the scene, how charming is the spell. 
 That endears the silence of each shady dell ; 
 One's thoughts from care are swiftly ta'en away, 
 While listening to each bird's resounding lay, 
 Which tills the air by gentle echo bound. 
 And 'wakes the soul to every simple sound. 
 The rustling leaves by gentle zephyr blown, 
 Beat the air and make a ""entle moan, 
 As though a maiden mourning, full of care, 
 O'er her departed lover's hallowed bier, 
 Emits a sigh trembling from her heart, 
 Relief to sorrow expression will impart.
 
 4 THE LOVER OF NATURE, 
 
 Here Nature does her talisman employ, 
 To revive the charms of long departed joy. 
 The wearied mind a solace here can feel, 
 For great the woe that Nature cannot heal. 
 
 ]\Iy lyre, awake, give power to thy strain, 
 For Nature here smiles in her own domain. 
 Thrill thou my breast, let every sound inspire. 
 And live a nature's animated lyre. 
 To court the shade of Nature's wood o'er wild, 
 And return the smiles that grace each rustic child ; 
 Bid justice live ! bid tyranny be no more. 
 With honour smile, and with Newton soar. 
 
 Oh ! blest the scene that greets the pilgrim's sight, 
 Who first surveys our matchless landscape bright. 
 No war is here to fright the rustic heart. 
 But peace and plenty play their happy part. 
 Just at the dawn the farmer's carol's heard, 
 While'warblcs in yon wood the responsive bird. 
 The'^reapers' laugh upon the wind is borne, 
 Who're now afield to reap the wavy corn; 
 With them no care nor dire trouble rest. 
 But circles round the stone jug and the jest.
 
 AND OTHER POEMS. 5 
 
 And when at eve their daily task is o'er, 
 Each happy to his cottage hies secure; 
 Where mirth and peace maintain an equal flow, 
 What Nature prompts, the wise will ne'er forego. 
 While to such scenes beneath ethereal sky, 
 Turns with delight the poet's pensive eye. 
 
 Such Nature is, let me her works explore, 
 Oh ! that my muse could paint them truly o'er. 
 Oh ! what a charm swells in this cool retreat, 
 Where I retire a pensive hour to greet. 
 To muse on man, and Nature's works below, 
 Where beauty breathes, or dulness makes a show. 
 Or where the despot rules with tyrant might, 
 Impelled by all but honesty and right. 
 Here may I mourn o'er folly's lengthened reign, 
 And dream of Hampden having birth again. 
 But why should I mourn, when to the dead is due 
 (The sleeping great that pass before my view) 
 All the praise that we mortals can bestow, 
 For 'tis those who earned us freedom here below. 
 
 Ye sacred Nine inspire my soaring song ! 
 To noble themes let noble strains belonir.
 
 6 THE LOVER OF NATURE, 
 
 When Emmet breath'd, Erin's noblest son, 
 
 Who fondled freedom for Erin fain had won, 
 
 Impulsive Nature spurred him onward fast, 
 
 Caution forgot, all lawful limits past. 
 
 He rose to fight 'neath freedom's sacred name; 
 
 Mistaken energy, unhappy aim. 
 
 Oh ! had he kept his feelings in control, 
 
 Calmed his thoughts and curbed that noble soul. 
 
 He might have lived to bear a spotless name, 
 
 To grace the senate and our plaudits claim. 
 
 His eloquence might awe the erring great, 
 
 And win a victory in stern debate. 
 
 By legislation perform his fond behest. 
 
 Were this the case, then Ireland had been blest. 
 
 When oppression steals across the path of man, 
 And human life is made a darker span. 
 And those whose days are spent in endless toil ; 
 Are driven from their homes and native soil ; 
 Then, oh ! then the patriot's lieart beats high, 
 Who once had freedom, will for freedom die. 
 He draws the sword with honest zeal inspired, 
 His country's wrongs thus his soul have fired.
 
 AND OTHER P0J:M.S. 7 
 
 With visaofe stera he inincrles iu the tio^ht, 
 
 And wars for freedom 'gainst the tyrant's might, 
 
 His fellowmen he prompts with all his power, 
 
 To hold their own in such a fearful hour. 
 
 In well-formed groups they stand in stern array, 
 
 Directing volley after volley away. 
 
 So busy in the battle's bloody strife, 
 
 That one's unconscious of his neighbour's loss of life. 
 
 And then, oh then, fate stems his bright career. 
 
 And memory breathes her charms into his ear. 
 
 His native land with all its beauties rise, 
 
 Above the smoke before his aching eyes, 
 
 The shaded cot beneath the sloping hill. 
 
 Where lives that one for whom he's breathing still. 
 
 Bless the spot, he cried, " God save my native land \ 
 
 Oh help her sons make a patriotic stand, 
 
 And plant their feet to stay the dreadful foe, 
 
 And for their country strike a lasting blow, 
 
 That the beloved ones of the mighty brave. 
 
 May live in peace, then sleep in freedom's grave. 
 
 May this be done, and then my bleeding heart. 
 
 Will without a pang from this cold world depart."
 
 8 THE LOVER OF NATURE, 
 
 He said, and as the last word left his tongue, 
 The murmuring zephyr took his soul along. 
 Blest is the man who for his country's weal, 
 Lived, fought and died before the foeman's steel. 
 
 Hail Liberty ! thou source of every joy, 
 Who renovates the mind when cares annoy ; 
 Who wakes anew each virtue's slumbering part, 
 And draws emotion from the dullest heart. 
 Thou balm of life, thou art far more dear to man, 
 Than life itself in this short earthly span. 
 All pleasure 'd cease, and nature's self expire, 
 Did liberty from human life retire. 
 AVhile constellations illume the gloomy sky. 
 And fiery comets through the boundless ether fly, 
 W^hile worlds describe their orbits round the sun, 
 While light continues, and while ages run. 
 Thou shalt exist sweet liberty ! 'tis thee 
 Who charms mankind, and lights eternity. 
 
 What joy I feel when in this silent shade, 
 I sit me down to court the muse's aid ; 
 To meditate on deeds that have been done, 
 And enjoy the ease that freedom for us won.
 
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 What sweet emotions swell my glowing breast, 
 Thus to my native glades to hie to rest, 
 To watch the skylark cleave the vaulted air. 
 And inhale the scented breeze that lingers here ; 
 To climb each hill and mark each woodland view, 
 For dear to us the spots our childhood knew ; 
 To dwell 'raongst all that's dearest to my heart, 
 My natives glades from which I ne'er can part. 
 Yes, round my heart these scenes are twined fast. 
 The scenes where happy childhood's hour was past. 
 
 Same with the exile though in distant clime, 
 lie's doomed to live averse to place and time. 
 His love for home pursues him to the last, 
 He dreams of joys to him for ever past, 
 His native land is pictured in his eye, 
 The murmuring brook is gliding gently by ; 
 And he, enchanted with the glowing thought, 
 Exclaims aloud alone by fancy taught — 
 Ah, see you there slow pacing yonder hill, 
 My aged mother lovingly and still. 
 Her eye uplifted, glistening with a tear. 
 Plainly foretells I'm not forgotten there.
 
 10 THE LOVER OF NATURE, 
 
 I'll fly to greet her, alas, it all has fled ! 
 
 Was that a dream that racked my weary head ? 
 
 Oh vain illusion ! delude no more this elf 
 
 With scenes of bliss that drive me from myself. ' 
 
 For now, alas ! I live in dark despair, 
 
 Where all is sorrow which hope can ne'er repaii-. 
 
 The land I love, the land that gave me birth, 
 
 From where I stand, is furthest on this earth. 
 
 There in that land my hopes and passions dwell, 
 
 There in my youth I bade them all farewell. 
 
 Forced from the spot that's chained to my heart, 
 
 My weary steps I bent from life to part ; 
 
 For what is life when from all that's dear, 
 
 The heart is drawn to solitary care ? 
 
 Nought but a dark and dreary desert span. 
 
 Unfit for beast, alike unfit for man. 
 
 Thus 'tis with me as wandering here I mourn, 
 
 A forlorn wretch, dejected, pale and worn. 
 
 I who in youth glowed at the patriot's name, 
 
 And dreamed and hoped that his would be my fame. 
 
 I whose breast swelled with wonted fire. 
 
 When first I learned how Russcl did expire.
 
 AND OTHER POEMS. 11 
 
 How sweet those days when all was joy and ease, 
 When hope was nursed in the lap ot" love and 
 
 peace. 
 Oft in my youth I've climbed the sloping hill, 
 Which shields my home, where hope and love live 
 
 still, 
 Then have I gazed with extreme delight. 
 Upon the scene stretched before my sight. 
 Oft has my eye with animation beamed. 
 When in my room the rays of morning streamed. 
 Then would I bound away with youthful glee, 
 To leap and scamper across the grassy lea, 
 To join the happy sports upon the green, 
 While the aged sat and smiled upon the scene. 
 Such, such the joys that blest my childhood's 
 hour, 
 Nursed by love and hope's inspiring power. 
 As round me now ^olian music swells, 
 In fancy formed, breathes hope's and freedom's 
 knells. 
 So speaks the exile from a wearied mind, 
 Inspired by nature with instinct unconflned.
 
 12 THE LOVER OF NATURE, 
 
 That draws tho soul by magnet power impelled, 
 To scenes where life first in the bosom swelled. 
 The shady spots and all those sylvan dales, 
 Where nature's work in prime and peace prevails. 
 The bard's delight, the lover's solace too. 
 Those spots to greet where nature first they knew. 
 She rules with all her glorious power alone, 
 And puts her tints upon the castle's stone ; 
 That stone which time will crumble into dust, 
 And scatter in a heap of useless rust. 
 
 Same with the mind when hope and freedom's fled. 
 The reason's broke, and all but fancy's dead. 
 
 Each impulse good that warms the throbbing 
 heart, 
 'Tis thine alone fair nature to impart. 
 The power to draw the mind from every care, 
 And to paint a brightness o'er the lingering tear. 
 That power sweet nature is thine alone, 
 As 'tis the northern lights to illume the friffij 
 
 zone. 
 Thine is the power that wakes the vesper dew, 
 Which from the verdant sod spontaneous flew.
 
 AND OTHER POEMS. 13 
 
 A fragrance which my nostrils gladly greet, 
 
 Embalms the air around this shady seat, 
 
 This oaken seat with dewy moss o'ergrown, 
 
 Resumes the green a colour for its own. 
 
 Oft has the rustic with his maiden sate, 
 
 In hours of bliss until the hour grew late. 
 
 And then through absent mind they've sat on till 
 
 Approaching night darkens the distant hill. 
 
 And lunar slow persues her silvery way, 
 
 And throws from high a bi'ight meridian ray, 
 
 They heed it not so wrapt in love are they. 
 
 On scenes like these my memory loves to 
 dwell. 
 That warms my soul and bids my bosom swell. 
 That awakes the feelings dearer unto me, 
 Than all the joys and pleasures yet to be. 
 
 In different minds what various thoughts arise, 
 What one pursues, another will despise. 
 Some bask in theory quite devoid of plan, 
 Unconscious that 'tis deeds that prove the man ; 
 On trifles spend that time they cannot give, 
 And die premature before they've learned to live.
 
 1-i THE LOVER OF NATURE, 
 
 While others who ao;ainst an adverse fate, 
 Have performed deeds wondrous to relate, 
 Have worked with ardour with the sword or pen. 
 Have fouo-ht 'ijainst vice, and reformed men. 
 
 Of such great Livingstone, whose wandering course 
 Traced mighty rivers from their mouth to source. 
 The hardy son of Scotia's neighbouring shore, 
 Who ploughed the main nor feared old ocean's roar, 
 To Africa the deserts to explore. 
 
 'Mid burning sands when from high the solar beam 
 Poured scorching heat on Congo's rapid stream, 
 Where lions held the path, and leopards too 
 Prowled o'er the swamp as evening onward drew ; 
 Though thunder rolled, and lightning lit the sky. 
 Meteors broke the gloom then seemed to die, 
 Livingstone, undaunted, onward trod. 
 His mission, man's, to preach the word of God. 
 To teach the savage of Afric's distant plain, 
 Jehovah made the earth, the sky and main. 
 That this should be the e'er unfailing plan, 
 Though black or white, man love thy fellow man. 
 Though hostile bands arose on every hand.
 
 AND OTHER POEMS. 15 
 
 And fever raged within that unknown land, 
 
 He persevered onward to the last, 
 
 Till the gloomy gates of obscurity were past. 
 
 To disclose to man the works of nature fair, 
 
 The fertile plains and sheltered valleys there. 
 
 Vast lakes pellucid glittering in the sun, 
 
 Unknown to man since nature first begun. 
 
 Such he discovered, and opened to our view, 
 
 What naturalists never before knew. 
 
 Surprised the world, 'woke conscious nature's smile. 
 
 And showered honours on Britain's favoured Isle. 
 
 Britannia turned to greet her noble son, 
 Whose end accomplished, and whose task was done. 
 To greet him home from numerous trials sore 
 To rest in peace contented and secure. 
 In vain she turned, for cold on his couch he lay. 
 His breath departing with the waning day. 
 Alone he lay in earth's remotest part, 
 His friends, though far, were foremost in his heart. 
 By natives guarded with rough though tender care. 
 For e'en to savages his wandering life was dear. 
 
 They marked the spirit from the body flee,
 
 16 THE LOVER OF NATURE, 
 
 As dear to them in death as life was he. 
 
 Then raised him up, and though he was no more, 
 
 'Cross dreary deserts conveyed him to the shore. 
 
 Oh ! faitliful savage, nature's neglected child, 
 Impulsive, brave, but ungovernably wild ; 
 Subdued in grief, in friendship how sincere. 
 How bold of purpose, and how void of fear. 
 Traits that the many might imitate with pride, 
 Who boast of culture, and all else beside. 
 The worldly, vulgar, or scientific few. 
 Throughout the world their selfish ends pursue. 
 
 While joy to me these various thoughts impart, 
 Sweet poesy is hovering round my heart. 
 Thou fairest maid this theme may I pursue, 
 For thou hast claimed me 'mongst thy children too. 
 Oh dear to me thou sweet inspiring muse. 
 Thou soft awakener of memory's vernal dews. 
 How oft when jostled by the unfeeling crowd, 
 I've turned aside to breathe this wish aloud — 
 I would my lot were cast in brighter sphere, 
 That thee alone might claim my greatest care. 
 Though checkered be my life where'er I dwell,
 
 AND OTHER POEMS. 17 
 
 Thy sweetest feelings shall in my bosom swell, 
 In thine and nature's charms my life be past, 
 And thine and nature's charms will be my last. 
 But why should I take such a gloomy view. 
 When oft in sorrow to inspiring hope I flew ? 
 Why not to hope let my spirit soar again, 
 And rejoice 'mid nature in a happy strain ? 
 And mourn no more o'er fate's most stern decree, 
 That boldly face from which I cannot flee. 
 
 fi
 
 18 THE LOVER OF NATURE, 
 
 HOPE. 
 
 When hope's bright flame inspires my breast, 
 
 And animation fires my eye, 
 
 Sweet dreams of joy embalm my rest 
 
 Till disappointment bids them die. 
 
 But with the rising orb of day, 
 My hopes awake to bloom once more, 
 Till darker grows life's gloomy way, 
 Then they forsake me as before.
 
 AND OTHER POEMS. 19 
 
 LINES WRITTEN ON THE DEATH OF 
 GENERAL GORDON. 
 
 Dear is his memory unto our hearts, 
 Though sad and though silent, it never departs. 
 Let each moment of sorrow his shade more endear, 
 And check not the course of the fast flowing tear. 
 
 The soul of the hero we ne'er can recall. 
 That soul which to us was much dearer than all : 
 In sorrow and silence revere then his name, 
 Though he lies asleep, oh, ne'er will his fame.
 
 20 THE LOVER OF NATURE, 
 
 DEAR ALBION, ADIEU! 
 
 Dear Albion, adieu ! 'tis with sorrow I leave thee, 
 Though friends and good fortune await me afar, 
 Where pleasure and plenty to combine there to greet 
 
 me, 
 My absence from thee every pleasure would mar. 
 Ye haunts of my childhood I leave thee with pain. 
 From country and all I am 'bout to depart, 
 Though years may elapse ere I meet them again, 
 Their memory is deeply impressed in my heart. 
 
 Ye white cliffs of England, ye roses so fair. 
 Ye oak of the forest, the pride of the Isle, 
 All, all, fare-you-well, to me thou art dear, 
 Accept my last tribute, a tear mingled smile. 
 Oh, land of the bi-ave ! oh, land of the free ! 
 Whose sons when in war burn with valour and 
 
 fire. 
 The bard leaves his blessing, his blessing to thee, 
 And tunes in proud strains thy name on his lyre.
 
 AND OTHER POEMS. 21 
 
 When I stroll by the side of yon far distant shore, 
 When Phoebus is high, and the skies are serene, 
 My gaze I will turn, though I see it no more, 
 To that part of the sphere where last Britain was 
 
 seen. 
 Fair Albion, Adieu ! 'tis with heartfelt emotion, 
 From those who are dear, and from thee I do part, 
 But never till death shall I lack that devotion. 
 Which binds thee my country and friends around 
 
 my heart.
 
 22 THE LOVER OF NATURE, 
 
 STANZAS WRITTEN ON A BLANK LEAF 
 OF COWPER'S POEMS. 
 
 When pain and sorrow rack my breast, 
 
 And troubles crowd in view, 
 This volume heals, and nulls my care, 
 
 And 'tis a solace too. 
 
 Amid the forest's pretty glens, 
 When Phoebus charms the scene, 
 
 I wander forth with thee alone 
 Sweet Cowper, so serene. 
 
 Thy gentle lays inspire my muse, 
 
 Again to sweep the lyre, 
 For hope floats o'er thy classic page, 
 
 That 'wakes my bosom's fire.
 
 AND OTHER POEMS. 23 
 
 STILL IS THAT MOKN TO MY 
 MEMORY SWEET. 
 
 Still is that morn to my memory sweet, 
 
 When my dear native cliffs I saw from the sea, 
 
 After years of long absence my loved one to meetj 
 And to tread on the land that is dearest to me. 
 
 With a heart full of joy, I wended my way 
 
 To the cot where my loved one resides on the 
 hill, 
 
 Through a valley of verdure where the bright day 
 Smiles on the beauties that flourish there still. 
 
 Bright was the morn, but brighter to me 
 
 That face which was smiling 'neath joy's mellow 
 tears, 
 To my heart nought on this earth could brighter 
 be. 
 Than the smile of my Mary which always en- 
 dears.
 
 24 THE LOVER OF NATURE, 
 
 Oh, this is the hillside, and there lies the vale, 
 
 And this is the cottage that sheltered my birth. 
 And there is the grove which with love's gentle 
 
 gale, 
 Often has formed us a bower of mirth. 
 
 But past is my boyhood, and past is that day, 
 When back to my home I my threshold crossed 
 o'er, 
 
 In peace to abide, and forever to say, — 
 
 Oh, dear native land, I'll leave thee no more.
 
 AND OTHER POEMS. 25 
 
 OH, MAY OUR YOUNG LIVES. 
 
 Oh, may our young lives together be trod, 
 
 O'er sorrow's dull road, as on pleasure's bright 
 way; 
 
 That the love of the one may inspire the other 
 To look to the future for hope's brighter day. 
 
 With you then, my loved one, o'er life's dreary plain, 
 The path will seem bright though troubles en- 
 thrall me ; 
 For the light of my life, and the star of my morn- 
 ing, 
 Are shining, my sweet one, are shining in thee. 
 
 Through life then we'll roam sharing our fortunes. 
 No sorrow nor trouble shall cut us in twain; 
 
 Though the dark hand of death may tear us 
 asunder, 
 In heaven, my charmer, we'll be one again.
 
 26 THE LOVER OF NATURE, 
 
 MY HEART CLINGS TO THEE. 
 
 My heart clings to Thee dear home of my sires, 
 
 Where justice awakes as honour inspires; 
 
 Where pleasure is rife, and where glory has shed 
 
 Her halo around the brave warrior's head ; 
 
 Whose sons are the glorious, the freeborn, the 
 
 brave. 
 The foes of the tyrant, the friends of the slave, 
 The heroes of justice, the warriors of God, 
 The defenders of right and our dear native sod. 
 
 Oh, Albion, my bosom is warm with emotion. 
 Thy sons to behold who're lords of the ocean ; 
 Who ne'er let a foeman tread o'er the grave 
 Where sleep, loved Albion, thy once mighty brave. 
 Farewell ! but till death I'll never forsake thee. 
 Though sorrows encloud, and troubles o'ertake thee, 
 For this arm and this harp are thine to prolong, 
 Thy glory in war, and thy praises in song.
 
 AND OTHER POEMS. 
 
 27 
 
 LINES WRITTEN ON BEING ASKED, WHY I 
 LINGER AMID THE BEAUTIES OF NATURE. 
 
 Why do I linger when a soft breeze is blowing, 
 
 And the flowers of May are beginning to bloom ; 
 And the heavens of Nature with beauty are glow- 
 ing, 
 That draw from the flowers their fragrant per- 
 fume? 
 
 Why do I linger in so charming a dell, 
 
 Where the thrush's sweet strain is greeting my 
 ear ; 
 
 And the zephyr is wafting the sweet heather bell, 
 That trembles and totters in the scent laden air ? 
 
 I linger 'mid Nature because there's a spell 
 
 That inspires my bosom and breathes o'er my 
 lyre; 
 
 That causes my soul with enchantment to swell, 
 And my heart to give vent in song to its fire.
 
 28 THE LOVER OF NATURE, 
 
 LINES TO A FRIEND. 
 
 Oh, thy friendship I prize more than all on this 
 
 earth, 
 More than all the sweet power of pleasure and 
 
 mirth, 
 For thy friendship and love are much dearer to me 
 Than all the bright pleasures of this world could 
 
 be. 
 When you're bowed down by sorrow, that sorrow 
 
 is mine. 
 For I ne'er could feel joyful when sorrow is thine ; 
 Or when joy's in thy bosom and thy heart's full 
 
 of bliss, 
 No sorrow nor trouble could e'er dwell in this. 
 
 My memory fills my heart wdth emotion, 
 At the years of thy friendship and youthful devo- 
 tion,
 
 AND OTHER POEMS. 29 
 
 When the path of sweet childhood together we 
 
 trod, 
 In love's gentle lap and o'er freedom's sweet sod, 
 Through our native woodlands together we'd roam, 
 All through the day under friendship's bright dome, 
 Till the innocent hours of childhood had fled, 
 But youth and pure friendship we found in their 
 
 stead. 
 
 Dear is the hour when these thoughts I pursue, 
 In rapture the haunts of our childhood I view; 
 In silence reflect on the years that have fled, 
 And live in the pleasure that friendship has shed. 
 Then deem not this feeling will ever depart, 
 While there's a pulse, or a throb in this heart. 
 For while animation, and warmth fill my breast, 
 To me thy memory for ever'll be blest.
 
 30 THE I.OVER OF NATURE, 
 
 STANZAS. 
 
 When wandering through the western world, 
 
 Or on the rolHng sea; 
 By storms beset and billows hurled, 
 
 Shall you remember me. 
 
 When pressed to earth with load of care, 
 
 I fain from life would flee ; 
 One buoyant thought my soul doth fill, 
 
 You still remember me. 
 
 Oh fondly turns my pensive soul, 
 To dwell in thought on thee ; 
 
 For this weary heart hath but one goal, 
 While you remember me. 
 
 Though yet I wander as I will, 
 
 New realms and forms I see, 
 Though friendless be my wanderings still, 
 
 Yet you'll remember me.
 
 AND OTHER POEMS. 31 
 
 OH, LEAVE NOT THE LAND. 
 
 Oh, leave not the land that gave to thee birth, 
 'Tis the only true home for thee upon earth. 
 May the groves that you loved in youth's golden 
 
 time, 
 Still unto thee be as sweet and sublime. 
 When the oak's giant boughs are waving on high, 
 And the lark in rapture soars to the sky ; 
 When glad notes and sweet scents are wafting in 
 
 air, 
 Oh, could you then leave such a land that's so fair ? 
 
 Oh, has the bright scenes of childhood's sweet hour, 
 
 Lost all their charms and inspiring power ? 
 
 Has the home of thy fathers grown dim to your 
 
 eye? 
 Can you leave it without e'en raising a sigh ? 
 Are those memories dear, cast aside in the shade. 
 Of the land were all thy young hopes should be 
 
 laid?
 
 32 THE LOVER OF NATURE, 
 
 Has all love for thy country from thee now fled ? 
 Does that glow in thy bosom lie withered and 
 dead ? 
 
 Oh, leave not the land thy father's defended, 
 Where justice and freedom together are blended. 
 Where patriots and tyrants together have trod, 
 And where both lie buried beneath the free sod. 
 Did'st thou ne'er in thy rambles joyously feel. 
 The poet's sweet ecstasy, or the patriot's zeal ? 
 Ah ! no such feelings e'er thrill through thy heart. 
 Or else from thy country thou could'st not depart.
 
 AND OTHER POEMS. 33 
 
 LINES WRITTEN IN AMERICA. 
 
 In distant vales where Trent serenely flows, 
 
 Where grows the hawthorn, and where blooms the 
 rose, 
 
 Where oaks and willows, in their native pride 
 
 O'erhang the river and bedeck its side; 
 
 Where cliffs on cliffs in sublime splendour rise, 
 
 While Trent below is mirroring the skies; 
 
 Where flowers are blooming, and where groves ex- 
 pand, 
 
 And all unite to bless the smiling land ; 
 
 'Twas there I strayed, when youth with all her 
 charms 
 
 Encompassed me within her loving arms. 
 
 There did I wander, musing as I went. 
 
 And stroU'd along beside the murmuring Trent, 
 
 c
 
 34 THE LOVER OF NATURE, 
 
 There did I meet the ever smiling muse, 
 And there iu solitude my cares I'd lose. 
 How oft, when Phoebus smiled upon the scene. 
 My footsteps wandered o'er tlie verdant green; 
 And oh I how sweet to me the sacred spell, ' 
 That in my bosom there was wont to swell. 
 When in that grove where dying echoes rung, 
 Where Kirke White struck the lyre and Millhouse 
 
 sung; 
 There would I sit beneath the hallowed trees, 
 My glowing cheeks fanned by the sweeping breeze ; 
 My muse there found me in that silent shade, 
 A spot best suited for the hallowed maid. 
 In language sweet she 'dressed me as I sate, 
 Like turtle dove unto her cooing mate. 
 Ah ! youth, why seekest thou solitude ? she said. 
 Dost dream of fame, for which thousands hath 
 
 bled? 
 Or art thou gentle and content to shine 
 In scenes like these ? blest by the sacred Nine. 
 Warmed at the sound, my youthful soul took fire, 
 I strung the cords and struck my slumbering lyre ;
 
 AND OTHER POEMS. 35 
 
 The notes arising on the ravished air, 
 
 Both charmed my soul and pleased my listening 
 
 ear; 
 Like other bards poetic joys attain, 
 I loved my lyre and poured the grateful strain.
 
 36 THE LOVER OF NATURE, 
 
 EVENING. 
 
 Cool zephyrs blow in the evening hour, 
 The sun retreats behind yon distant hill, 
 With all its splendour, yet declining power, 
 Departing fast though it seems to linger still. 
 
 The lark, now sinking, ceases his tuneful strain, 
 With outstretched wings he speeds his downward 
 
 flight, 
 No more to soar above the flowery plain, 
 Where late he sang amid resplendent light. 
 
 Now stilled the field where labour makes the hay. 
 The reapers all ride with the last load home, 
 Singing each some rough and rustic lay, 
 With noisy glee along the lane they come. 
 
 The hooting owl skims far across the lea, 
 (Its piercing notes repugnant to the mind,) 
 As though it's mocking melancholy me, 
 The awful cry comes floating on the wind.
 
 AND OTHER POEMS. 37 
 
 To the wood in silent awe I wend my way, 
 Which on the brow of yonder hill is seen ; 
 Guided by the moon's pale glimmering ray, 
 Up hill I tread across the darkened green. 
 
 A solitary path I now pursue, 
 
 Where protruding rocks obstruct the woodland 
 
 height, 
 I turn me round to mark the distant view, 
 But gathering dews impede the impotent sight. 
 
 Now, as I gain the summit of the hill, 
 The sombre wood invites my wandering glance. 
 How grand, how solemn here, and awful still 
 This gloomy scene of vast sublime expanse. 
 
 The nightingale is up, I hear him sing, 
 In a most rich and harmonious flow, 
 In my heart an echo seems to ring, 
 Whilst I enraptured listen all aglow. 
 
 Oh thou bird! what inspires thee thus to sing. 
 When nature at rest lies hid in night?
 
 38 THE LOVER OF NATURE, 
 
 What God 'bides in thy breast that thou should'st 
 
 bring 
 Such inspiring notes, thou sweet and gentle spirit? 
 
 This is thy home, here in the dark woods blest, 
 
 Thy gentle song soars far above the night. 
 
 The murmuring zephyr that fans thy throbbing 
 
 breast. 
 Carries thy song about in airy flight. 
 
 Oh ! that sweet power is thine here to charm, 
 This gloomy scene where darkness only lives, 
 To me thy song is like a healing balm. 
 Inspiring my soul with rapture that it gives. 
 
 Hail, oh night ! all's by thy power possess'd, 
 And nature lies lulled unto sleep by thee, 
 All things are sunk within deep heavenly rest, 
 Except the thrush, the nightingale and me. 
 
 The moon now breaks from out a gloomy cloud. 
 And sheds stray beams amongst the sable trees,
 
 AND OTHER POEMS. 39 
 
 Illuminating vaguely the forest shroud, 
 
 Where trembling leaves bespeak the sweeping breeze. 
 
 A gentle rustle spans the whole wood o'er, 
 The moon shows deep her penetrating gleam, 
 The thrush resumes his flowing strains ouce more 
 With song outpouring, a rich and joyful theme. 
 
 Oh blessed night ! by me thy power's felt, 
 In this thy own dark and shadowy deep. 
 With thee in peace our great forefathers dwelt. 
 And now they lie embalmed by thee and sleep. 
 
 The toiling rustic loves to greet this hour. 
 To lose the cares of life in balmy sleep. 
 To rest his body and renew its power. 
 Then to awake refreshed at morning's peep. 
 
 All greet thee, night, in thy ethereal reign. 
 When labour rests and all the world is still. 
 All love to launch into thy sweet domain, 
 To ease the mind of cares which sleep alone can 
 kill.
 
 40 THE LOVER OF NATURE. 
 
 Then do I long through regions thus to rove, 
 When night's dark mantle o'er the world is shed, 
 With steady pace through each majestic grove, 
 To view the scenes sublime before me spread. 
 
 THE END. 
 
 London : Digbt, Long & Co., Publishers, 
 18 Bonverie Street, Fleet Street, E.C.
 
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 Fleet Street, London, E.G. 
 
 1892. 
 
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