24 cihlde harold's pilgrimage.

W'hereon to gaze the eye with joynuncc fills,Cliildc Harold wends through many a plea-sant place.

Though sluggards deem it hut a foolish chase.And marvel men should quit their easy chair.The toilsome wav, and long, long league to trace,Oh! there is sweetne s in the mountain air.And life, that bloated Ease can never hope to share.

XXXI.

More bleak to wiew the hills at length recede.And, less luxuriant, smoother vales extend:Immense horizon • hounded plains succeed!Ear as the eye discerns , withouten end ,Spain 's realms appear whereon her shepherdstend

Flocks, whose rich fleece right well the tra-der knows —

Now must the pastor’s arm his lamhs defend:For Spain is compassed by unyielding foes,Andallmustshield their all, or share Subjection’swoes.

XXXIT.

"Where Lustitania and her sister meet.

Deem ye what bounds the rival realms divide?Or crc the jealous q&ecns of nations greet.Doth Tayo interpose his mighty tide?

Or dark Sierras rise in craggy pride?