Tremble before thy Stuart--who but he
Could bid mild Washington--
His god-loved labours done--
Thus sit before us breathing majesty,
And, in his deep blue eye, still life and soul retain?

Methinks, the while I gaze, each graceful line
So light imprinted on his forehead fair,
Where Wisdom sits serene
Of every sense the queen,
Seems as an embryo empire still were there,
While still his ample breast swells with the vast design.

And fondly o'er the mellow tints I pause
Of her, whose vivid touch shames not her sire;
Bold Genius in his pride
Has marked her as his bride,
On his bright pinions bids her soul aspire,
Nor pay the tribute due by tardier Nature's laws. [FN#23]

[FN#23] While composing this ode the writer was shown a beautiful
specimen from the hand of a young daughter of the celebrated Stuart,
who entirely devoted herself to the art.

But guard thee well young J--e: in his embrace
How many seal with death their ectasy!
Too deep, intense, and wild,
For one so late a child,
I fear me lest the proffered transport be
That every earthlier joy absorbent would efface.

Soft is thy form--amid the unpent air,
Pay rosy exercise her just demands:
Tho' heaven thy lone hours woo
Earth still demands her due;
Gay health to guard e'en genius' palace stands--
And when she takes her flight--e'en genius, must despair.

Nor those alone doomed to incarnate birth
Painting, death-baffler, is it thine to save!
The heavenly shapes that flit,
When the entranced fit,
Is on, and the charmed soul forgets its earth,
Thou bidst to earthly eyes their sky-dipt vestments wave.

The radiant visions Fancy's wand uprears
When Poesy around has spread her spell,
Like summer flowrets dies
Refresh the enchanted skies,
Where, soft as air, and lovelier for her fears,
Bright in her golden robes flies fair-haired Florimell. [FN#24]

[FN#24] The flight of Florimell, from a scene in Spencer's Faery
Queen, is an exquisite little picture by Allston, in the possession
of a private gentleman.

The miracles, in holy record kept,
Done--ere one cheering ray of distant light
Thro' death's dark portals shown,
At thy command alone,
Still, still--reacted meet--the astonished sight,
Tho' rolling ages o'er the scene have swept.

In this far distant land, which the great deep
Perc