Those late proud domes of splendour, pomp and ease No longer strike the view, in grand attire; But, torn by winds, flew piece-meal to the seas, Nor left one nook to lodge the astonish'd squire. 88 But other groves the hand of Time shall raise, Again shall nature smile, serenely gay, So soon each scene revives, why should I leave These green retreats, o'er the dark seas to stray? 89 For I must go where the mad pirate roves, A stranger on the inhospitable main, Torn from the scenes of Hudson's sweetest groves, Led by false hope, and expectation vain. 90 There endless plains deject the wearied eye, And hostile winds incessant toil prepare; And should loud bellowing storms all art defy, The manly heart alone must conquer there. 91 On these blue hills, to pluck the opening flowers, Might yet awhile the unwelcome task delay, And these gay scenes prolong the fleeting hours To aid bright Fancy on some future day. 92 Thy vales, Bermuda, and thy sea-girt groves, Can never like these southern forests please; And, lash'd by stormy waves, you court in vain The northern shepherd to your cedar trees. 93 Not o'er those isles such equal planets rule, All, but the cedar, dread the wintry blast: Too well thy charms the banish'd Waller sung; Too near the pilot's star thy doom is cast. 94 Far o'er the waste of yonder surgy field My native climes in fancied prospect lie, Now hid in shades, and now by clouds conceal'd, And now by tempests ravish'd from my eye. 95 There, triumphs to enjoy, are, Britain, thine, There, thy proud navy awes the pillag'd shore; Nor sees the day when nations shall combine That pride to humble and our rights restore. 96 Yet o'er the globe shouldst thou extend thy reign, Here may thy conquering arms one grotto spare; Here--though thy conquest vex--in spite of pain, I quaff the enlivening glass, in spite of care. 97 What, though we bend to a tyrannic crown; Still Nature's charms in varied beauty shine-- What though we own the proud imperious Dane, Gold is his sordid care, the Muses mine. 98 Winter, and winter's glooms are far remov'd; Eternal spring with smiling summer join'd;-- Absence and death, and heart-corroding care, Why should they cloud the sun-shine of the mind? 99 But, shepherd, haste, and leave behind thee far Thy bloody plains, and iron glooms above, Quit the cold northern star, and here enjoy, Beneath the smiling skies, this land of love. 100 The drowsy pelican wings home his way, The misty eve sits heavy on the sea, And though yon' sail drags slowly o'er the main, Say, shall a moment's gloom discourage thee? 101 To-morrow's sun now paints the faded scene, Though deep in ocean sink his western beams, His spangled chariot shall ascend more clear, More radiant from the drowsy land of dreams. 102