Is there one heart that beats on English ground, One grateful spirit in the kingdoms round— One who had traced the progress of the foe, And does not hail the field of Waterloo; Who o’er that field, if but in thought, has gone, Without a grateful wish for Wellington? Within that field of glory rose a Tree (Which a fair hand has given us here to see), A noble tree that, pierced by many a ball, Fell not—decreed in time of peace to fall. 10 Nor shall it die unsung; for there shall be } In many a noble verse the praise of thee, } With that heroic chief—renown’d and glorious tree!— } Men shall divide thee, and thy smallest part Shall be to warm and stir the English heart; Form’d into shapes as fancy may design, In all, fair fame and honour shall be thine. The noblest ladies in the land with joy Shall own thy value in the slightest toy; Preserved through life, it shall a treasure prove, 20 And left to friends, a legacy of love. And thou, fair semblance of that tree sublime, Shalt a memorial be to distant time; Shalt wake a grateful sense in every heart, And noble thoughts to opening minds impart: Who shall hereafter learn what deeds were done, What nations freed, by Heaven and Wellington. Heroic tree we surely this may call— } Wounded it fell, and numbers mourn’d its fall; } It fell for many here, but there it stood for all. 30} ON RECEIVING FROM A LADY A PRESENT OF A RING. A ring to me Cecilia sends— And what to show?—that we are friends; That she with favour reads my lays, And sends a token of her praise: Such as the nun, with heart of snow, Might on her confessor bestow; Or which some favourite nymph would pay, Upon her grandsire’s natal day, And to his trembling hand impart The offering of a feeling heart. 10 And what shall I return the fair And flattering nymph?—A verse?—a prayer? For, were a Ring my present too, I see the smile that must ensue— The smile that pleases, though it stings, And says—“No more of giving rings: Remember, thirty years are gone, Old friend, since you presented one!” Well! one there is, or one shall be, To give a ring instead of me; 20 And with it sacred vows for life To love the fair—the angel-wife. In that one act may every grace, And every blessing have their place— And give to future hours the bliss, The charm of life, derived from this; And—when even love no more supplies; When weary nature sinks to rest— May brighter, steadier light arise, And make the parting moment blest! 30 TO A LADY, WITH SOME POETICAL EXTRACTS.