From the high watch-tower, Fancy, through the air,
Hears the hoarse warrior calling, "who comes there?"
Rows of artillery, in black array,

Destruction menace on our timorous way.

Ye ramparts strong! of wrath yourselves disarm ;
Those, who approach you, meditate no harm;
No secret foes are they with treach'rous views,
But humble vot'ries of the peaceful Muse.---

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Dead silence reigns o'er all the battlements; No warriors awe us; and no guard prevents; Even on the cannon we securely lean,

And, wondering, gaze o'er all the enchanting scene;

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Or, round the northern heights, delighted, go,

And trace the ramblings we pursued below;
Or, safe from danger, smile upon the hoar
Impending rocks which threaten'd us before.

At last, when Contemplation has her fill
Of all the beauties of the wond'rous hill,
The rough assistance of a granite stair,
(But dignified by those who visit there,)
Leads to the only portal in the walls

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That gives admission to St. Michael's halls.

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The rust-clad knocker, form'd in days of old,

Oft plied by noble Dames, and Barons bold,

The bolt-bound-gate now shakes; the thund'ring sound
Makes all the turrets, echoing wild, rebound.

At intervals, we place the longing ear,

Th' obsequious tread of menial steps to hear:

List! feet are heard: we, through a hole, descry

The cautious porter's scrutinizing eye;

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And, having view'd each visage keenly o'er,

He, courteously, sets wide the heavy-creaking door.

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END OF CANTO FIRST.

ST. MICHAEL'S MOUNT.

GOOD-FRIDAY MORNING; April, 1810.

Canto Second.

"O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers! whence are thy beams, O Sun! thy everlasting light ?-----Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty; the stars hide themselves in the sky; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave ;---the oaks of the mountains fall: the mountains themselves decay with years: the ocean shrinks and grows again: the moon herself is lost in the heavens: but thou art for ever the same.----- When the world is dark with tempests; when thunder rolls, and lightning flies; thou lookest in thy beauty from the clouds, and laughest at the storm. But to Ossian thou lookest in vain!”

OSSIAN'S Address to the Sun.

ARGUMENT.

Introduction.---Entrance into the Castle.---The 'Drawing Rooms.--

The Hall.---The Principal Characters that have occupied or possessed it; St. Keyna; De Pomeroy; An Ecclesiastic; Trerise; St. Aubyn.---Chapel.---Quire of Angels.---Song of the Angels.

ST. MICHAEL'S MOUNT.

My earliest Friend! like insects of a day,
The sons of men appear,------and pass away:
Though wintry clouds the face of heaven deform,
And nature shrink before the scowling storm:
Though meads, awhile, their absent verdure mourn,
And forests weep their leafy honours torn;
Within the door of life, soon, reappear
The flow'ry tribes to hail the infant year;
Call'd by the voice of Spring they deck the plain,
And shed perfumes all o'er her fragrant reign;
But when, alas! we sink into the tomb,

Though roses bloom, for us, in vain, they bloom;

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