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'Twas on a Mountain near the Western Main	A
An ALIEN dwelt A solitary Hut	B
Built on a jutting crag o'erhung with weeds	C
Mark'd the poor Exile's home Full ten long years	D
The melancholy wretch had liv'd unseen	E
By all save HENRY a lov'd little Son	F
The partner of his sorrows On the day	G
When Persecution in the sainted guise	H
Of Liberty spread wide its venom'd pow'r	I
The brave Saint HUBERT fled his Lordly home	J
And with his baby Son the mountain sought	K
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Resolv'd to cherish in his bleeding breast	L
The secret of his birth Ah birth too high	M
For his now humbled state from infancy	N
He taught him labour's task He bade him chear	I
The dreary day of cold adversity	N
By patience and by toil The Summer morn	O
Shone on the pillow of his rushy bed	P
The noontide sultry hour he fearless past	Q
On the shagg'd eminence while the young Kid	R
Skipp'd to the cadence of his minstrelsy	N
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At night young HENRY trimm'd the faggot fire	I
While oft Saint HUBERT wove the ample net	S
To snare the finny victim Oft they sang	T
And talk'd while sullenly the waves would sound	U
Dashing the sandy shore Saint HUBERT'S eyes	N
Would swim in tears of fondness mix'd with joy	V
When he observ'd the op'ning harvest rich	W
Of promis'd intellect which HENRY'S soul	X
Whate'er the subject of their talk display'd	Y
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Oft the bold Youth in question intricate	B
Would seek to know the story of his birth	Z
Oft ask who bore him and with curious skill	A2
Enquire why he and only one beside	B2
Peopled the desart mountain Still his Sire	I
Was slow of answer and in words obscure	I
Varied the conversation Still the mind	C2
Of HENRY ponder'd for in their lone hut	B
A daily journal would Saint HUBERT make	D2
Of his long banishment and sometimes speak	E2
Of Friends forsaken Kindred massacred	F2
Proud mansions rich domains and joyous scenes	N
For ever faded lost	G2
One winter time	H2
'Twas on the Eve of Christmas the shrill blast	Q
Swept o'er the stormy main The boiling foam	J
Rose to an altitude so fierce and strong	I2
	-
That their low hovel totter'd Oft they stole	X
To the rock's margin and with fearful eyes	N
Mark'd the vex'd deep as the slow rising moon	J2
Gleam'd on the world of waters 'Twas a scene	E
Would make a Stoic shudder For amid	R
The wavy mountains they beheld alone	K2
A LITTLE BOAT now scarcely visible	L2
And now not seen at all or like a buoy	N
Bounding and buffetting to reach the shore	I
	-
Now the full Moon in crimson lustre shone	K2
Upon the outstretch'd Ocean The black clouds	N
Flew stiffly on the wild blast following	M2
And as they flew dimming the angry main	A
With shadows horrible Still the small boat	N2
Struggled amid the waves a sombre speck	O2
Upon the wide domain of howling Death	P2
Saint HUBERT sigh'd while HENRY'S speaking eye	M
Alternately the stormy scene survey'd	Y
And his low hovel's safety So past on	Q2
The hour of midnight and since first they knew	R2
The solitary scene no midnight hour	I
E'er seem'd so long and weary	N
While they stood	S2
Their hands fast link'd together and their eyes	N
Fix'd on the troublous Ocean suddenly	N
The breakers bounding on the rocky shore	I
Left the small wreck and crawling on the side	B2
Of the rude crag a HUMAN FORM was seen	E
And now he climb'd the foam wash'd precipice	N
And now the slip'ry weeds gave way while he	N
Descended to the sands The moon rose high	M
The wild blast paus'd and the poor shipwreck'd Man	T2
Look'd round aghast when on the frowning steep	U2
He marked the lonely exiles Now he call'd	V2
But he was feeble and his voice was lost	G2
Amid the din of mingling sounds that rose	N
From the wild scene of clamour	I
Down the steep	U2
Saint HUBRET hurried boldly venturous	N
Catching the slimy weeds from point to point	W2
And unappall'd by peril At the foot	X2
Of the rude rock the fainting mariner	I
Seiz'd on his outstretch'd arm impatient wild	Y2
With transport exquisite But ere they heard	F2
The blest exchange of sounds articulate	Z2
A furious billow rolling on the steep	U2
Engulph'd them in Oblivion	F
On the rock	A3
Young HENRY stood with palpitating heart	B3
And fear struck e'en to madness Now he call'd	V2
Louder and louder as the shrill blast blew	R2
But mid the elemental strife of sounds	N
No human voice gave answer The clear moon	J2
No longer quiver'd on the curling main	A
But mist encircled shed a blunted light	C3
Enough to shew all things that mov'd around	U
Dreadful but indistinctly The black weeds	N
Wav'd as the night blast swept them and along	I2
The rocky shore the breakers sounding low	D3
Seem'd like the whisp'ring of a million souls	N
Beneath the green deep mourning	M2
Four long hours	N
The lorn Boy listen'd four long tedious hours	N
Pass'd wearily away when in the East	E3
The grey beam coldly glimmer'd All alone	K2
Young HENRY stood aghast his Eye wide fix'd	F3
While his dark locks uplifted by the storm	G3
Uncover'd met its fury On his cheek	E2
Despair sate terrible For mid the woes	N
Of poverty and toil he had not known	K2
Till then the horror giving chearless hour	I
Of TOTAL SOLITUDE	H3
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He spoke he groan'd	I3
But no responsive voice no kindred tone	K2
Broke the dread pause For now the storm had ceas'd	E3
And the bright Sun beams glitter'd on the breast	L
Of the green placid Ocean To his Hut	B
The lorn Boy hasten'd there the rushy couch	J3
The pillow still indented met his gaze	N
And fix'd his eye in madness From that hour	I
A maniac wild the Alien Boy has been	K3
His garb with sea weeds fring'd and his wan cheek	E2
The tablet of his mind disorder'd chang'd	L3
Fading and worn with care And if by chance	N
A Sea beat wand'rer from the outstretch'd main	A
Views the lone Exile and with gen'rous zeal	M3
Hastes to the sandy beach he suddenly	N
Darts 'mid the cavern'd cliffs and leaves pursuit	N3
To track him where no footsteps but his own	K2
Have e'er been known to venture YET HE LIVES	N
A melancholy proof that Man may bear	I
All the rude storms of Fate and still suspire	I
By the wide world forgotten	F

Mary Darby Robinson

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