The Wilmingtonian, and Delaware register., 1824-09-16
A SABBATH AMONG THE. MOUNTAINS

OF this little sweet and enthusiastic peoms
we have no wish to give regular accounti
indeed no very regular account can be rene
dercd of work recording the various feel
ings, and duties and medtations of single
day, and which aspires to no particular re.
guarity of narrative, or strict continuity OF
action. To lover of silence ct animated ma
ture-to one to whom the Sabbath comes,
not only as a release from the dust and sweat
Of weekly toll, but as a time for purer aspira-
tons and chastened thought, and the meek
and mild austerities OF devotion, these verses
will be very elcome. We know not that
they display great originality of thought, or
contain much of that rapt and inspired fervor
which sheds such charm over the contem-
plative poetry of Wordsworth.
This writer's lines have more of the gentle-
ness and meekness of James Graham than OF
any other of the worthless of sacred verse.
There is more softness than strength-more
to move the heart to sober and staid glad
ness, than to warm and elevate it.
TO those of strict contemplative mind.
who prefer the matter to the manner, and to
whom religion alone without any external ac-
compartments is ever dearest, we perhaps
are not enhancing the beauty OF the poem by
saying, that its scene is laid in region OF ro-
mantle beauty, in one of the little lovely lake
/
north will like it not the less. Much as they
are averse to the intrusion of Sculptural or
! Architectural beauty upon their devotion,
they are lovers Of the work OF Gods hand,
and fond of worshipping him among their
own green mountains and amid the open air.
I They arc Il thoughtful and poetic people, and
lovers Of Milton and Thompson, and Jeremy
4 Tavlor and Burns and though they call not
| in the aid of instruments of music, to assist
them in their dovotions and are content to
spend the Sabbath i'll a very humble taber-
nacle, yet when they dream of Paradise they
dream of green hill and spreading vale,
waving wood and running stream-a dream
of their native land. They may recognize
its features (and also the poetical ones OF a
certain illustrious Scotch MinstreO i'll our au-
thor's concluding lines:
Dcai to the spirit Scotland, hast thou been
Since infant years. i'll all thy yens OF green;
Land ofmy love- where every sound and sight
Comes in sht melody, and melts in light;
Land of The green wood by the silver r
The heather ;.;ld the daisy fthe hill
4 The guardian thistle to thy foreman stern,
he wild.rose, hawthorn and the lady fern;
Land of the lark, that like seraph sings;
Beyond the rainbow, upon the q'livering wingss
Land OF wild beauty, and romantic shapes
Of s,lclter'd valleys and of stormy capes;
OF the bright garden and the tangled brake,
Jfthe dark mountain and the sunlight lake,
Land Of my birth and Of my fathers grave,
The eagles home, the cyeric brave,
Land Of affection, and of native worth,
i.,nd where my bones shall minge with the earth
The fuoi of sl,, thy heather never stain'd,
Nor rocks that ba,tlemcntthy sons protaned;
Unrivad land of science and OF arts,
Land Of fay faces aud offatlful hearts;
Land where Religion paves her heavrnward road
Land Of the temple Of the living God
Yet dear to feeling, Scotland, as thnu art,
Should thou that glorious temple e'er desert,
would dsclam thee seek the distant store,
OF Christian Isle and thence return no more.
Tothem therefore, the Sabbath among the
Mountains will be welcome-we wish we
could be as certain of its being acceptable
to the peasantry of England. Lond Mag.