Instead of the many, outpour'd.
And when at eve all was hidden
In silence unbroken and deep,
The glowing sun then look'd upwards,
And gazed on the summit so steep.
And squire and maiden then glitter'd
As bright and gay as a lord,
She seized the time for her present,
And he to give her reward.
1803.* ——- THE SPIRIT'S SALUTE.
THE hero's noble shade stands high
On yonder turret grey;
And as the ship is sailing by,