ADDRESS TO A WILD DEER.
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Magnificent cresiure. SO stately and hsight la The pside ot ihy spirit pursuing the hsght; For what hath the child of the dsses, 10 dread, Waiting up hIs own mountains that far besming

 head; OE borne lake q whifIwins down oa the vale t-- Hail! kind fthe wild and the beautiIai.--hAil! Hail! idol diyine!-~hom nature hath borne Der hundred hiI-tops since the nais. ot the morn Whom the Piigrtn lone wandering on mountain and moor.

 As the Sisioa gtides by him, may hIameless adore For the joy Of the happy, he strength of the free, Are spread ia garment os glory OCT thee. Up, up to yon eliti like king io his throne Der the blsck silent forest piled inliy and lone-- throne which tbe eagle Is glad to resign Unto footsteps fleet and so fearless as thine. There the bright neither springs ap in love of thy

 breast

 Lo the clouds in the depths of the sky are at rest And the race os the winds is OCT on the bail tn the hush oi Inc mountains, ye aners lie still,- Though your branches now toss in the storm of de,

 ligbt

 Like the arms of tbs pine on yon,shelterless height One mou,ent-thou bright apparitiou-deiay, Then meit OCT the erags, like the sun ilom the

 day.

 His voyage is o'er-As ii struck by a .peli, He Eioiiouless stands in the hash of the deli; There softly and slowly sinks down en his breast In the midst Of hts past time enamoat'd of rest stream in clear pool that cp6eth it's race-- ds 1efag ray ehaiHti 10 one kahshiny place cloud by the winds te calm solitude driven-- harrieaBe dead ia the silence of heaven.

 Fit couch ofreT ose for pilgrim like thee: Magnificent prison enclosing the free; With rock wall encircied, with precipice crown'a Which, awoke by the sun, thou eanst clear at s

 bound ,.4- Mid the fern and the neither kind nature doth keer One bright spot of green fo. .,er sayvrtes sleep; And close to that covert, as clear to the skies When thair blue depths are eioudlcss little lake lies I- Where the creature at rest can his image behold. Looking mp through the radiance, as bright and a. bold.

 Yes: fierce looks ihy nature. cen hush'd in rs Ia the dePthi of thy desert regardless of foes. Thy bold antIers cali on the haa,ess afar, With naughty defiance to come to the war. No outrage is war to a creature like thee: The hugie-hcrn tIis thy wild spirit witt gire, As thon bearesi thy neck on the wings ot the wind Aud the Aggafdly gaze -honnd is tuiling behlnd la the beams oI thy forehead, that glitter witl n feet that draw power from the touch ef the heath In the wide raging torrent that tends thee its roar Ia the ciIH that trod mast bs rodten no more Thy trust-mId the dangers that threaten thy reign --Bu, what il The stag on the mountain be stain: On the brink oi the Fock--iot he stasst~th sf bay Like vIclos that fails al the close of the day. While the hunter and hound in their terror setrea From the death that k spofnd from his funous feet And his last cry Of anger cones back from th.

 skies,

 As natures fierce son in the wilderness dies.