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If you are not located in the United States, you -will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before -using this eBook. - -Title: Hours of childhood and other poems - -Author: Anonymous - -Release Date: January 28, 2021 [eBook #64408] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -Produced by: Charlene Taylor, Chuck Greif and the Online Distributed - Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was - produced from images generously made available by The Internet - Archive/American Libraries.) - -*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HOURS OF CHILDHOOD AND OTHER -POEMS *** - - - - - [Illustration: - - Hours - - OF - - Childhood - - AND - - OTHER POEMS - - Montreal - - PUBLISHED BY A. BOWMAN - - AUGUST - - 1820. - - _A. Bourne, Lc._ - ] - - - - - HOURS OF CHILDHOOD, - - AND - - OTHER POEMS. - - For me the day - Hath duties which require the vigorous hand - Of stedfast application, but which leave - No deep improving trace upon the mind. - But be the day another’s;--let it pass! - The night’s my own!-- - KIRKE WHITE. - - MONTREAL: - PUBLISHED BY A. BOWMAN. - - 1820. - - - - -PREFACE. - - -It is a fact universally allowed, that few authors are so totally -indifferent to the stamp which their writings may bear in the minds of -the public, as to feel no anxiety concerning their success; and to -contemplate with perfect composure, the prospect of a critical analysis -of their productions, in which, each blemish is to be exposed to the -most rigid censure. - -No writer is entirely exempt from this doubtful solicitude--even those -who have raised themselves above the quibblings of fire-side -commentators, and are only read to be admired, have their moments of -fear;--the opinions of the public may change; critics may condemn, and -their names may be tarnished by a failure. - -SINCE then, those who possess every classical requisite for poetical -excellence; who are blessed with time, retirement, and an access to the -writings of all nations, and ages; whose minds are cheered in their -pursuits, by a solid hope of success, founded on the remembrance of -former approbation, cannot altogether confide in their infallibility. It -will not be doubted, that a youth, unlettered, and unlearned, who in his -first essay has been debarred all those advantages which are considered -almost indispensible in the pursuit of literary distinction--should -appear before the public with the utmost diffidence; fearful that the -pursuit which has given him employment in his midnight hours, and added -a zest to his short period of leisure, should reflect discredit upon his -authorship. - -THE writer of HOURS OF CHILDHOOD, far from enjoying “_Poetic leisure_,” -has, from the age of thirteen, filled a situation which requires “the -vigorous hand of stedfast application,” and, which has left little time -for studious improvement: But his work is to appear on the same stage, -with the productions of the man of science; and to be judged by the same -tribunal.--These are not happy auspices--yet, he ventures to present -this volume to the public, conscious of the many defects which may be -discovered in it,--but hoping to reap instruction from its fate. Nor -would he deprecate criticism; he wishes only that the sentence bestowed -upon it, should, as far as justice will allow, consider the -circumstances under which it appears. It has no patron; it goes forth -into the world, unprotected, and alone--to stand or fall by its own -merits--as a tender parent ushers into the world a beloved -child;--sensible of his faults, he cherishes a hope, that it will judge -of them with charity; nor crush, by a sentence too severe, the latent -seeds of virtue which may spring up to maturity and perfection. The -child has been his comfort, in many an hour of sorrow; and fancy, with -healing influence, has drawn his growing virtues starting forth into -fragrant blossom. For whatever national feeling is expressed in this -work, an apology cannot be necessary to a reasonable person, of what -country soever: The warm attachment of the author to his _Native Land_, -is but the natural feeling of every honest heart,--in that land, the -hours of infancy were whiled away under the influence of hope, and -fancy; and the delights of that innocent period, are engraven on the -tablets of memory, in the lovely hues of youthful imagination. Nor does -this laudable partiality cast a reflection upon the same predilection in -the natives of other countries; those who feel the true _amor patriæ_ -are charmed with the same sentiment in others of whatever nation. - -THE smaller pieces are the effusions of the moment written at different -times, and are incapable of being altered from their original -crudeness. - - - - -CONTENTS. - - - _Page._ - -Hours of Childhood, 9 - -A Mother’s Love, 67 - -Addressed to a Young Lady, 72 - -Stanza’s, 78 - -“The Moon’s Pale Ray”, 80 - -To a Friend, 83 - -The Alter’d Lay, 86 - - - - - POEMS. - - - - - HOURS OF CHILDHOOD. - - - There is a solace to the aching breast, - Long worn by care, that sighs for tranquil rest; - Midst toils of day, in slumbers of the night, - Fond memory paints each infantine delight, - Each vanish’d joy that woke the bosom’s glow, - When all look’d gay as heaven’s aerial bow, - And youth, and health, and nature’s charms combin’d, - Shed calm contentment o’er the guileless mind. - The ceaseless waves of time, that swiftly roll - Man’s feeble bark to dark oblivion’s goal, - Sweep harmless o’er the mem’ry of those days, - When childhood tuned its unambitious lays, - And soft-eyed pleasure, in her gay attire, - Woke the wild numbers of the trembling lyre. - - - II - - Bright were the scenes that fancy drew, - And blythe the hours that gaily flew, - In life’s gay morn, when all was new; - And softly, hope her radiance shed, - In happy childhood, round my head, - Deceitful smiled; that angel smile - Was wont my sorrows to beguile, - And every transient cloud of woe, - That dim’d the visions of my eye, - Fled, as the sun’s enliv’ning glow - Chas’d the light vapour from the sky: - And nature, in that halcyon hour, - Claim’d o’er my mind a magic power, - Ope’d to my eye her boundless store, - And bade her vast delights explore, - Her solemn contemplative glades, - Her grottoes cool, her sylvan shades, - Or where she wears no gentle smile, - But frowning wastes her form despoil;-- - Midst gloomy haunts and forests drear, - Where silence tires the drowsy ear, - Or where, with stunning sound, the waves - Toss boisterous, when the tempest raves. - - - III - - And fancy, oft, would guide my feet - To glooms, where sleepless spirits wander’d, - Or lonely vales, retirement sweet, - Where some lorn stream its course meander’d. - Oft, in some deep untrodden dell, - Where Eremite might build his cell, - Remote from all the ills that wait - The pompous equipage of state; - To human steps so much unknown, - Ev’n thought might find herself alone; - Nought on her silence to intrude, - Or break her much lov’d solitude.-- - Imagination’s forceful power, - Would charm away the passing hour; - And fondly picture scenes of old, - By hoary matron’s legend told, - In number’s mystic, strange, and wild, - To soothe me, when a froward child; - Of ravening giant of the wold, - Of ladie fair, and gallant bold; - And grey hair’d minstrel, blythe and old; - Of martial lists, of daring deeds, - Of nodding plumes, and prancing steeds; - Of knight caparison’d in arms, - To combat for a damsel’s charms: - Or still, the more replete with fear, - The story whisper’d in the ear, - Lest angry fiend, perchance, might hear, - Of wither’d hag, or wandring sprite, - Who roam the unhallow’d hour of night, - Or form more gay, of Fairy light, - Who, when the moon’s soft ray is glancing - On the flowery green, is dancing - In many an airy roundelay;-- - Vanishing ere dawn of day. - - - IV - - Ah! in life’s morn, the trusting soul - Is calm;--the hours unheeded roll; - No passions urge their fierce controul. - Then, not a wish was unsupplied, - For scarce a boon had I to crave, - Save those, which in the heart abide, - And those indulgent nature gave. - Upon the blossom of my cheek, - The rose bud’s hue was wont to speak - The calmest sunshine of the heart, - That health and happiness impart: - Free, as the mountain breeze, was I! - That sweeps the light cloud o’er the sky; - Unknown a foretaste of the woes,-- - Companions of man’s ripening years,-- - That bar the eyelids from repose, - And wash them with untimely tears. - I knew not, then, the brow o’ercast - By gloomy thought, or sullen care, - I brooded o’er no pleasures past; - The future, all look’d bright and fair: - An undefined, elysian dream, - Illum’d by hope’s deceitful beam. - That hope has past!--its early ray - No more irradiates my way.-- - - - V - - How wildly swells the craggy height! - Whence the rough torrent, rushing bright, - In morning’s gay reflected beams, - A sheet of burnished silver seems; - With bickering wave, and foaming spray - In columns rising to the day; - While, midst the far resounding roar - The dark plumed eagles proudly soar; - Commingling, with the discord rude - That wakes the mountain solitude, - Their rustling pinion’s heavy sound; - Their bodeing, and terrific scream;-- - Re-echoing o’er the cliff profound; - Startling the owlet from his dream, - Where, in the darkest wood, supreme - In sullen loneliness, he sits, - Mutt’ring his moody tones by fits; - Till evening spreads her shadow dun, - And, ’neath the western hill, the sun - Has sunk, his daily circle run. - Then, to some distant turret’s height, - He speeds his melancholy flight, - To mope, unseen, the livelong night. - - - VI - - Where every sense, in tumult drown’d, - Yields to the mighty torrent’s sound, - I loved in thoughtfulness to roam;-- - Where the swift cataract, white with foam, - Rush’d down the steep, in tumult rude, - To muse in contemplative mood; - To dwell, upon the mountain’s brow, - O’er the soft scenes that spread below. - Ah! there are those, who senseless, scorn - Each joy of lovely nature born! - Nor listen to her angel voice. - Too sadly erring in their choice, - They fly the unfrequented shade, - The bower, for contemplation made; - And seek in concourse, noise, and strife, - Those calmer joys of human life - Which only in retirement dwell, - Remote from folly’s wild’ring spell. - There is a music in the sound, - That swells the eddying stream around; - A boldness in the torrent’s flood; - A calmness in the waving wood; - A softness in the verdant vale - Where fragrant flowers their balm exhale; - That fills the bosom with delight, - And charms the child of nature’s sight. - - - VII - - I loved to stand upon the rock, - Sear’d many an age by thunder’s shock, - And mark the boiling flood beneath - Toss its wild foam, in many a wreath; - And count each bubble, as it rose, - Like joy’s bright gem, midst seas of woes; - Whelm’d, instant, in the rushing tide;-- - Too vain and empty to abide. - So rise, upon life’s flowing stream, - The gay, who shine in folly’s beam:-- - They glitter bright their little hour, - The shallow tools of transient power. - Then, like the bubble on the wave, - They sink beneath the pow’r that gave - Their fleeting splendour; by the frown - Of tyrants hurl’d from grandeur down. - - - VIII - - Oft, on the mountain’s highest peak, - Round which rude peals of thunder break,-- - When tempests from on high are hurl’d,-- - I’ve stood, and mark’d, beneath unfurl’d, - The varied charms of nature’s face; - Where, undisturb’d, my eye could trace - Each winding brook, each rushing stream, - Each charm that wakes in fancy’s dream; - The ocean’s measureless expanse, - On whose calm breast bright shadows glance; - Unruffled, pure, and peaceful, save - Where zephyrs fan its sleeping wave. - There, breaking thro’ its endless blue, - Soft rise the isles of verdant hue, - Where heavenly habitants might rest, - And sanctify earth’s lovely breast. - And fancy oft would paint, (among - Their verdant bowers, where wild bird’s song - Enliven’d, with its melody, - The tranquil scene; which well might vie - With nature’s fairest, loveliest spot,) - The blest, and undisturbed lot, - With some congenial, tender breast, - To seek retirement, peace, and rest, - And bid to folly’s train adieu, - For verdant isle, in ocean blue. - - - IX - - Or stretched, in undulating maze, - To tire with charms the wandering gaze, - The landscape bright before me lays:-- - The valley, hill abrupt, and steep, - Sequester’d dell, remote and deep; - The rustling fields of golden corn, - Emblazon’d by the beams of morn; - The hamlet’s cluster’d form, where rest, - With health, and peace, the simply blest; - Where reigns, (by heaven auspicious lent,) - Joy’s purest spirit, calm content; - Enlivening every rustic eye, - That beams with self-taught sympathy. - Blest with each joy these scenes impart, - Which soothe, yet not corrupt the heart; - Unversed in manners of the crowd, - The falsly gay, the meanly proud, - Who scoff at peasant joys aloud; - Unversed in fashion’s mystic lore; - Untaught to crave another’s store; - They peaceful live, and calmly die, - Embosom’d in tranquillity. - - - X - - The waving forest’s wide domain, - Beyond the lawn, my vision greets. - There, every verdure softly meets;-- - The towering pine’s deep em’rald stain; - The willow’s light and cheerful green; - The beach, in yellow foilage drest; - The poplar’s dark and shining vest, - Its leaves, in every breath that quiver, - And in the cool air seem to shiver; - Each bright variety of hue - There strikes upon th’ admiring view. - Through its dark groves’ refreshing shade, - The wild breeze hollow murmurs made; - Its bosom heav’d with gentle motion, - Like the softly troubled ocean; - Beneath that forest’s sombre shade, - Oft have my vagrant footsteps stray’d, - Oft have I paus’d, its depths among, - To breathe a light and artless song; - Oft paus’d amidst its gloomy haunts, - Where nature’s wildest livery flaunts, - To heave the sigh that childhood grants, - When crowds of wishes, undefined, - Steal on the uninstructed mind.-- - - - XI - - Why did I sigh? I knew not, yet, - A semblance even of regret; - Why did I sigh? was it, because - Nature’s fair bloom would soon decay? - The fountain’s stream would know a pause, - The forest’s foilage fade away, - Each fairy vale, each verdant meadow, - Would pass, like morning’s fleeting shadow? - Ah no! that gloomy hour was fraught - With all the luxury of thought;-- - A willing gloom, a painful pleasure, - Play’d o’er my heart in rapt’rous measure; - ’Twas poesy’s spirit swell’d my soul, - And bade, on fancy’s golden pinions, - Airy thoughts, extatic, roll - O’er the mind’s unchain’d dominions. - - - XII - - ’Twas meditation’s hallowed ground! - And soft she shed her influence round: - O’er many a forest flower I stray’d, - That bloom’d beneath the dark oak’s shade, - And yielded sweet its wild perfume, - Shrouded in uncongenial gloom,-- - And birds, from soft melodious throats, - To gentle echo sung their notes. - - - XIII - - Upon the wild stream’s shadowy brink, - ’Tis sweet, alone to stand, and think;-- - In riper years it claims a sigh, - A sigh, the bosom cannot stifle, - That as the current rushes by, - Rending each flower that blossoms nigh, - So time our early joys will rifle. - Delights, that gild our dawn of day, - Like the swift stream, will pass away; - Each image, in life’s early dream, - Dissolves, ere manhood’s stronger beam - Lights the true pathway of our fate, - Or shows how vain, (but ah too late!) - Was the fair future fancy gave; - Vain as the streamlet’s gliding wave, - That sparkles but a moment’s space, - Then fades, nor leaves one single trace - Of where, or what it was before,-- - Lost in the billow’s ceaseless roar! - We gaze, and as the river flows, - Life’s varying course its passage shows; - Now, swell’d by headlong mountain streams; - “Now, softly murmuring calm and slow, - Far off its waveless mirror gleams, - “(And heaven’s own shadow spreads below) - Amid the ever blooming grove, - “Like future joy thro’ hope’s false beams: - They fickle, frail, and worthless prove! - Each hour that owns bright pleasure’s sway; - The fire of genius; fancy’s ray; - Love’s cheating power, and ardent flame, - All! all! save friendship’s sacred name, - Upon the torrent wave of time, - Flee, with our manhood’s fleeting prime; - And leave, alone, the sullen gloom - Of spirits, journeying to the tomb; - Save, that, tho’ faint her light is beaming, - HOPE still upon the soul is gleaming! - Points, thro’ misfortune’s darkest shade, - To brighter joys, that never fade;-- - Not vivid, as in life’s gay morning - “She danc’d in nature’s lovely bowers; - Not falsely, as in youth adorning - With promis’d ecstacy the hours! - But calm, unclouded, firm, and pure; - Tho’ dim her beams, their guidance sure.-- - So on the last resounding wave, - That speeds to an unfathom’d grave, - The sunbeam sheds its brilliant ray; - On each bright drop its glimm’rings play; - It fades in radiant beams of day: - Whelm’d in the ocean’s bosom deep, - The silent waves unconscious sleep;-- - Unconscious, that they once had swept - Along the soil, where genius slept; - Or bounded o’er the rocky height, - Swell’d into rage by tempest’s might; - Or, that their waters once had laved - A land that ne’er might be enslaved; - By patriot arm in peril sav’d, - Ev’n as unconscious as the clay, - That wraps our remnants of decay, - When to the joyless sea of age - Recedes the stream of youthful rage.-- - - - XIV - - Hark! from the village, distant far - Re-echoed, varied discords jar; - The busy hum, the social din, - That welcome gentle twilight in, - Come swelling, from the vale below, - Up the lone mountain’s craggy side; - Sweeping “in solemn tones and slow,” - Round the broad summit’s crested pride: - Gently o’er the water dashing, - Where the silver waves are flashing - Beneath the rays of yellow light, - That mark the near approach of night. - How lovely is the placid hour! - How soft and tranquil is its power, - Ere the sun’s last faint tints have faded, - While yet the tender radiance lingers, - In heaven’s softest colours shaded, - By gentle twilight’s fairy fingers.-- - The swain from healthful labour turns - His lingering steps, as, dimly burns, - Upon yon western summit’s height, - Sol’s latest beams of golden light, - To the dear cot where labors cease, - And kind endearments whisper peace. - Around their smiling father’s knee, - In unassum’d and heartfelt glee, - The troop of little urchins press, - And clamour for his fond caress. - Nor slighted is the dame’s embrace, - Proud of her simple, virtuous race.-- - - - XV - - Soft smiling, in the burnish’d west, - Where Phoebus’ orb has sunk to rest, - Shines heavenly Venus’s goddess light, - (Propitious beam to lovers sight:) - Thick starry throngs pervade the skies, - And, on the gentle water lies - The semblance of the lovely heaven, - Drest in the hues of comeing even’; - And, as the Zephyr stirs the breast - On which the starry myriads rest, - The mighty band, in tumult tost, - Now glimmer, now they fade away; - In seeming, wild confusion lost, - Like glitt’ring spears in mortal fray. - Then, as the semblance struck my eye. - Came the long tale across my mind, - Of conq’ring hosts, and victory, - That proud ambition’s votries blind - To evils reason can descry. - - - XVI - - Or upland, from the ocean’s surge, - I turn’d my eye, the landscape’s verge - (As twilight’s lovely hour come on, - And faint along the horizon, - Bland nature’s soft, and tender dye, - Seemed mingling with the hues of sky,) - “Was drest in softest livery. - When all around was sweet and still, - Its distant note the Whip-poor-will - Sigh’d on the zephyr’s airy sail, - That softly swept along the vale, - And o’er the stream, in magic swell, - The echo fondly loved to dwell; - As if, beneath its chrystal wave, - It sought a calm and tranquil grave; - ’Till wak’d, the softly solemn strain - Renew’d its music wild again, - And echo, still, the note repeated, - And vale, and hill, its numbers greeted. - - - XVII - - Far off, upon the village green, - The children at their sports are seen; - Beneath fair Cynthia’s argent ray, - In mazy squadrons mix’d, they play. - Now, to the ranks of mimic war - They rush, beneath the martial star, - Its red rays beaming from afar; - And brandish high the edgeless brand, - And poise the musket at command, - While every bosom, frought with ire, - Feels all a hero’s glowing fire:-- - Or o’er the plain, in panting chace, - The football-sports provoke the race; - And hark! the wild and clam’rous shout, - That hails the victors of the rout, - The boyish note, of rapt’rous glee, - The joy of bloodless victory.-- - - - XVIII - - How happy! but they all must know - The poignant sting of human woe. - Short is the morning of delight, - And all its tints are sweetly bright; - No cloud tempestuous mars its peace, - Till sad conviction bids it cease, - And reason’s voice, in thund’ring sound, - Bids view each real object round; - The sorrows all are doom’d to brave-- - Save those, who, where the cypress wave, - Have hap’ly found an early grave; - Oh, they in sweet unconsciousness, - Nought know of sorrow, woe, or care! - The sod, in infant thoughtlessness, - Cradles their forms in silence there; - And, in the fitful gusts of air, - The drooping willow, - Their turf with bending foilage sweeps; - Each branch, in dewy fragrance, weeps - O’er the cold grave, where childhood sleeps - On balmy pillow. - Blest lot, to reach the happy goal - When unpolluted was the soul; - Ere vice had dim’d the heavenly ray, - Or mix’d that spark with baser clay: - The goal of our short human course - No skill can pass; no giant force - Can change its being or its date; - All tread the downward path of fate! - O who would o’er their cold graves sigh! - Or shed one parting tear of sorrow, - They died in happy infancy, - They live in day that knows no morrow. - - - XIX - - Mark! the bright moon, thro’ azure sky, - Sails slow, in conscious majesty! - No cloud o’er all the heav’n is seen, - But, like the spirit of a dream, - When nought of earth dare intervene, - She darts around her softest beam! - It glitters on the rippling stream; - It dwells along the hillock’s side; - It sleeps upon the ocean’s tide; - It sparkles o’er the forest wide; - And every shrub, and every flower, - Owns its soft sway, and magic power: - The dew drops, on the velvet green, - Glitter beneath the radiance sheen; - Around, in wild profusion spread, - The violet droops its modest head, - The daisy rears its pensile stem, - Dressing the turf with many a gem; - A chequer’d carpet, spangled meet - For sprightly dance of fairy feet. - Titania, as in ancient days - She liv’d in Shakespeare’s magic lays,-- - Might o’er the turf unearthly glance, - And lead the circles of the dance; - With Oberon in concert move, - The peerless Queen of airy love. - - - XX - - Upon the rude rock’s barren height - Shoots the pale ray of lunar light; - And, streaming round its gloomy base, - Bright beams the murky darkness chase.-- - There, the intentive eye may trace - The sparkling granite’s shining grain; - The dusky flint’s conspicuous vein; - And many a fragment, rudely rent - When thunder shook the firmament. - Let the proud sons of wealth and power - In riot spend the midnight hour; - In wine dissolve their cares away, - And fain be vicious, to be gay. - Let wealth unfold her glittering store, - An hour of peace, I value more - Than mines of India’s golden ore;-- - Let all her pleasures sense display, - That hour more rapture yields than they. - In such an hour, the soul is free - From shackles of mortality; - In such an hour, in scenes like this, - Reflection opes her store of bliss, - And fancy’s bright, unclouded trance - Bids, before the enraptured eyes, - Light unearthly spirits dance, - And many a fabled form arise - In recording memory’s glance. - - - XXI - - O’er all the landscape’s varied scene - My footsteps wander’d; up the green; - Thro’ tangled forest spreading wide; - Along the mountain’s echoing side; - Through vales where streams pellucid glide; - O’er lawns the forest groves between, - Whence, dim, the mountain’s head is seen, - Embosom’d in a misty veil, - In giant strength it views the dale; - O’er the soft landscape’s tranquil form - Frowns, midst the terrors of the storm, - Scorns the low beauties of the vale, - And bares its forehead to the gale. - Such he, whose high, ambitious mind - Sighs for an empire unconfined; - The path of blood, and danger braves, - To tyrannise a land of slaves; - Who stems, with iron nerve, the tide, - To raise his empire’s tow’ring pride; - Who scorns the humble vale of peace, - Retirement, and domestic ease; - No joy within his bosom glows, - To virtue cold as Alpine snows; - No blessing falls upon his head, - For him no fervant prayer is said; - Unknown to him the soul serene, - The smiling eye, the cheerful mein; - Peace flies his bosom, fell despair - Fixes her fiend-like impress there;-- - None weep his fall, none dress his bier, - Or heave for him one sigh sincere; - Nor love, nor friendship’s soothing power - Attend his dissolution’s hour. - - - XXIII - - The Macedonian’s restless mood - Deluged the world in kindred blood. - Not half the globe in fetters chain’d, - Could sate him, while the rest remain’d. - Unmeasured, as earth’s farthest bound, - Ambition, still new conquest found; - But still, though lord of every soil, - Enrich’d by every kingdom’s spoil, - Unknown to him the pure delight, - Of deeds approved in virtue’s sight; - Blood mark’d the progress of his fame, - And terror waits upon his name. - - - XXIV - - The Roman, whose resistless hand - Spread war to Britain’s distant land; - Bade Rome’s brave eagles, proudly sweep - O’er every strand, o’er every deep, - And after thousand perils brav’d, - His country’s liberties enslaved:-- - Count not the nations he subdued; - Count not the toils his strength withstood; - Count not his honest martial fame, - To fix a stamp to Cæsar’s name! - Mark but the moral of his end, - Beneath the poinard of his friend. - - - XXV - - But tranquil scenes, from vice apart, - Infuse their influence in the heart; - Instruct the mind, delight the eye, - And soften disappointment’s sigh; - Well did I know, no future bliss, - Midst busy crouds, could equal this, - Well did my bosom’s rapture tell - No future hours would please so well; - Yet oft, a vagrant wish would rise, - To breath the air of foreign skies; - Still would I heave a half formed sigh, - On other scenes to feast my eye, - Extend o’er earth my raptured view, - And search creation’s beauties through; - Oh had that wish but been suppress’d! - That sigh ne’er heav’d my infant breast, - Still had I in retirement dwelt, - And quiet’s tranquil influence felt. - - - XXVI - - I gaz’d upon the pale moon’s face; - I sought the meteor’s path to trace; - I counted every orb of light, - That gem’d the azure vault of night; - I gaz’d o’er all the starry train - ’Till softly, sleep came o’er my brain. - My senses sunk in soft repose, - Bright visions to my sight arose. - - - XXVII - - The moon has fled upon the hill, - No more it gilds the murm’ring rill; - The stars are faint, and dimly seen, - Unlighted by their lovely queen; - The magic of the night is past, - And morning’s rays are coming fast; - In the grey skirtings of the east, - Across the ocean’s waveless breast, - Faint streaks of doubtful light appear, - Betok’ning Phœbus’s chariot near, - The mountains in the spreading light, - Gleam from their dark and cloudy height; - Stretch shadowy, o’er the landscape wide, - And tremble on the ebbing tide. - From the low dewy vale’s retreat, - Light clouds of mist the morning greet; - Now, stronger from the orient streaming, - O’er nature’s breast the sun is beaming; - The glittering woods enliven’d smile, - The fields resound the voice of toil, - Light songsters flutter in the groves, - And pleasure o’er the woodland roves: - Hark! o’er the valley, soft and clear - The rustic song swells on the ear; - The song by health and joy inspired, - In hearts with nature’s beauties fired. - - - XXVIII - - Is there, among the giddy throng - Who heedless sweep time’s course along,-- - One, who such scenes unmoved has view’d, - Nor felt his childhood’s joys renew’d, - Whose eye has on such beauties dwelt, - And his cold bosom never felt - Its thoughts with solemn power refined, - And rapture steal upon his mind? - No pure emotions fill his soul; - No bright reflections o’er it roll; - ’Tis form’d in dark, and savage mould, - No genial virtues there unfold. - But sombre, as the glooms of night, - The forms that please its callous sight; - Cold to each virtue’s hallowed feeling, - The heart that nature cannot warm, - That owns not, round each fibre stealing, - In lonely wilds, her secret charm, - Chaseing every cloud of sadness! - Yielding calm and placid gladness. - ’Tis nature prompts each noble aim, - Each softer grace is nature’s claim, - Each trait, from varied nature caught, - Fix’d in the mind, with her is fraught: - The hardy Swiss, from mountain rock, - As hardy stems the battle shock; - Italia’s soft and verdant plains - Repeat the lute’s melodious strains; - Each nation, wheresoe’er you range, - Change as the scenes of nature change. - - - XXIX - - And thou, my country, lov’d so dear, - Land of free hearts, and faith sincere, - Fair freedom’s blest, congenial home, - Thou landmark in an age of gloom; - Claim’st, from the gales that round thee sweep, - Thy forests wild, thy summits steep, - Thy rushing torents rudely swelling, - The rocks, thy mighty eagle’s dwelling;-- - A hardy, independant band, - The bulwark of thy favor’d land. - - - XXX - - When the bright arms of Albion bore - Rude war, to thy affrighted shore; - When Britain’s cross, in warlike form, - Lower’d oe’r thee like a thunder storm; - Then, from their wild, uncouth domain - The hardy patriots sallied forth, - Display’d, on bloody battle plain, - Their generous ardor, loyal worth; - There nature in her bosom wild, - Had nurs’d her patriotic child, - Who gave my native soil a name, - Undying as creations frame. - His was the valor that imparts - Its influence to his followers’ hearts; - His was the skill his foes to foil - In every art, escape each toil, - Insure success by wise delay, - Or sudden snatch the prize away. - - - XXXI - - In childhood, to my listening ear, - O! WASHINGTON! thy name was dear; - Embalm’d in every freeman’s breast, - The memory of thy deeds shall rest; - The first on glory’s radiant line, - In after days, thy name shall shine, - The freeman’s beacon blaze of war, - Columbia’s proudly beaming star. - First in the senate’s grave debate; - First at the troubled helm of state; - Thy name shall fill the future page, - The greatest of the present age. - - - XXXII - - Such were the charms that pleas’d my eye, - When infant years flew swiftly by. - Past are those scenes, those days are fled, - Those joys are sleeping with the dead; - The world has oped her gaudy store - Of pleasures, unconceived before; - Far from my childhood’s happy home, - My wand’ring footsteps widely roam. - Ah; to whatever clime I stray, - Fond memory still shall point the way, - To the lone, undisturb’d retreat, - Where sped life’s morning, bright and fleet,-- - Where childhood’s hours were gaily spent - With virtue, peace, and sweet content. - The beauties of a lovelier sky - Speak less of heaven to my eye, - The verdure of a distant plain, - The billows of a foreign main, - Raise not the rapture of delight, - Like scenes that charm our infant sight. - - - XXXIII - - Oh home! thou dearest, loveliest spot, - However bleak, however wild!-- - Thy mem’ry time can never blot, - Whate’er thro’ life may be my lot. - Still, thou shalt charm thy wand’ring child; - Tho’ many a ling’ring year has past, - Since thy fond circle shed the tear, - (To one bright eye it was the last) - And many heav’d a sigh sincere, - That sorrow, genuine sorrow started, - When from thy blest retreats I parted;-- - Still, tho’ the wreaths that fancy braided - In thy lov’d bosom, long have faded, - Those friends who lov’d my infancy, - Claim still my bosom’s warmest sigh, - They love me still, no fate can sever - That faithful bond that bides for ever; - A mother’s fond unfeigning love, - Fails only, with the throb of life, - It cannot false, or faithless prove, - By wo unmov’d, unaw’d by strife. - Oh dearer far than wealth, or fame, - Is a lov’d mother’s honor’d name,-- - It leads us in our early way, - Ere reason lends its guardian ray; - It points to virtue’s bright reward, - It bids us shun deceitful vice, - Persuasion drops from every word, - And love attunes that heavenly voice. - - - XXXIV - - But he, whose pure affection blest - With friendship’s flame my days of rest, - My brother--generous, brave, and gay,[A] - Where sleep his limbs in dull decay? - Enshrin’d not were his relics cold, - O’er his deep grave no prayer was told; - No sigh breath’d softly o’er his bier, - And none, save strangers, shed a tear; - A last sad tear, at life’s dark close, - The end of all our joys and woes. - There famine’s meagre power was nigh, - Sunk was the cheek, the hollow eye, - Rob’d of its lustre, dimly view’d - One mighty sweep of billows rude; - No happy isle strikes on its fading beam, - Faintly its orb emits a dying gleam; - He turns, instinctive, his receding sight, - Towards that dear land where first he saw the light. - Then did remembrance, to his anguish’d heart, - Each youthful scene, with all its joys impart; - Barb’d every pang that rent his laboring breast, - And death’s pale form in tenfold horrors drest: - Then, came that tender, momentary thought, - With wildest, deepest, mortal anguish fraught, - It dwelt on those, who, in the morn of life - Had blest his boyhood, free from noise and strife: - Then, as his last, his lonely prayers arise, - On the wild blast, he struggles, gasps, and dies!-- - Midst coral caves, in ocean’s bosom deep, - Brother belov’d! O tranquil be thy sleep! - Round the gay clusters of the green Ladrones, - The sea-gale sighs, the rushing billow moans, - There murm’rings soft, shall lull thy form to rest; - Thy soul shall dwell in regions of the blest. - -[A] One of the company of the ship Resource, lost in the China seas, - Nov. 20th, 1818. - - - XXXV - - How oft, did hope thy blest return pourtray, - And bid me dwell upon that joyous day, - When once again, from every danger free, - Thy bounding vessel from the stormy sea, - Should to my arms, thy much lov’d form restore, - To taste each blessing of thy native shore; - To charm thy bosom after years of pain, - And ceaseless labor for unstable gain; - Oft, in fond fancy, would I seem to hear - Thy tale of sorrow murm’ring in my ear; - How the wild tempest toss’d thy ship on high, - And fate seem’d brooding in the whirlwind’s sigh; - How swift she flew before the lightning breeze, - And swept resistless o’er the foaming seas; - Or where in polar region’s wintry reign, - Where endless frost o’er nature binds its chain, - The stiffen’d canvass whistled in the blast, - And the vex’d cordage lash’d the lonely mast; - How in the fairest, most enchanting scenes, - Where blooming China spreads her living greens, - Her citron forests, and her Orange bowers, - Her vines of plenty, rich in fruit, and flowers; - Still, still, thy home was dearest, loveliest still, - And fond remembrance oft thy eyes would fill: - But fled the hope; no more thy comely form, - With rapt’rous gladness, shall my bosom warm; - Never, again, shall I those features trace, - That join’d to harmonize thy manly face;-- - Entomb’d, unhonor’d, tho’ thy bones may lie, - Thy fate shall claim the deeply-breathing sigh; - Far distant, sunk in ocean’s caverns drear, - For thee, snail stream the sympathizing tear. - - - XXXVI - - O virtue! ever be my guide, - Whatever storms my life betide! - May I, where’er my wand’rings lead, - Still scorn dishonor’s thriftless deed, - Still glory in a spotless name, - My wishes few, my passions tame; - Still, may my native country be - Dearer than foreign climes, to me: - Still, may the mem’ry of my sires - My bosom fill with patriot fires; - Awake Columbia’s spirit there, - And prompt, her weal, and wo to share; - O who! that bears a human heart, - Would basely shun an active part, - In day of danger, and of dread, - When foes their native soil invade, - Would mark their country drench’d in blood, - Nor pant to join the sanguine flood. - To die, or conquer in her cause, - And win fair virtue’s warm applause; - To plant, upon the tott’ring breach, - Her eagle banner stain’d with gore; - To pour the life-stream on the beach, - Ere foot of foeman touch’d the shore, - Where freedom dwells forevermore. - - - XXXVII - - So will her sons, supremely brave, - Rejoice in vict’ry or the grave; - Howe’er around the world they rove, - Still, they their native soil will love; - The spark, from thee, great WASHINGTON! - First breath’d, shall warm each patriot son, - Raise in their breasts the lasting fire, - That ev’n in death, shall ne’er expire; - But, from their cold remains arise, - The flame of future victories. - - - XXXVIII - - The lay that memory, lenient goddess, lent, - Is ended, and my form, that fondly bent - O’er the wild tones that swell my untaught lyre, - Has ceased, extinct the momentary fire; - Mute is the voice, that erewhile tuned the lays, - That sung, dear distant home, thy honest praise. - Oh when again, shall I thy scenes review, - And each fond tie of tenderness renew; - Roam once again, along thy lovely stream; - Court, on thy hills, the moon’s first glitt’ring beam; - Dwell on the beauties of thy landscape wide; - And hear the torrent, on thy mountain side: - Tired of the busy, of the bustling scene, - My wishes dwell along thy circled green; - Bound o’er the intervening vast of space, - And all the beauties of thy landscape trace;-- - Tho far removed, my native grove, from thee, - My faithful heart midst thy wild scenes will be, - When fancy lends her wings of loveliest hue, - And past delights come rushing to the view;-- - Mark the sequester’d beauties of thy vales, - And breathe again thy healthful mountain gales; - Remembrance, sweetly, every charm shall bring, - That woke delight, in youth’s gay radiant spring; - The dearest blessing of my life shall be, - The lasting mem’ry, and the love of thee. - - - - - A MOTHER’S LOVE. - -[Illustration] - - - I - - There is a feeling, warm and true - As that of seraphims above, - It sheds its balm like Hermon’s dew; - It is a tender mother’s love. - - - II - - Bright is the pure incipient flame, - That warms the breast of ardent youth, - And dear the passion nought can tame, - Inspired by beauty, virtue, truth. - - - III - - Sweet is the sound of friendship’s voice, - That bids each pulse to rapture move; - That bids each barren scene rejoice, - But sweeter far a mother’s love. - - - IV - - Fond is the feeling, that inspires - With filial love, the tender child, - With gratitude his bosom fires - To her, who on his boyhood smil’d. - - - V - - But placid, pure, and undefiled; - (By nature is the fabric wove) - By nature giv’n the savage wild, - Or christian; is a mother’s love. - - - VI - - Mark! where of rosy health bereft, - Emaciate, wan, and deadly pale, - (The blood its dying cheek has left,) - The infant lifts its feeble wail. - - - VII - - And see! the mother by its side, - Sunk in dejected, tearless woe, - As thro’ its veins, the ebbing tide, - She views decline, with gradual flow. - - - VIII - - No sorrowing accent strikes the ear, - To tell the workings of her grief; - No sob is heard, no falling tear - Her burning anguish yield relief. - - - IX - - ’Tis silent, as the breathless air, - In midnight’s deepest, darkest shade; - The hopeless shadow of despair, - That asks not consolation’s aid. - - - X - - The infant dies!--remember’d still, - More precious to the soul it seems, - For glowing mem’ry paints at will - A thousand charms in fancy’s dreams. - - - XI - - That form, thro’ many a lapse of years, - Comes on imagination’s wing, - And oft, its mother’s soul it chears, - And seems an angel’s smile to bring. - - - XII - - See yonder mother! on her breast - In innocence her infant lays, - In smiles that mark the soul at rest; - How on his sleep she loves to gaze; - - - XIII - - Her soul is in her placid eye, - And rapture lights its beaming glance; - How softly heaves her bosom’s sigh, - In pure affection’s loveliest trance. - - - XIV - - That glance, the rapture of the mind, - Those sighs, her tranquil breast that move, - Are pledges dear, that ever bind - A mother’s pure, unaltered love. - - - - - ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY. - -[Illustration] - - - I - - There is a flower, whose modest mein - Seems every gazer’s eye to shun; - It flourishes, and fades unseen, - Through tepid showers, or radiant sun. - - - II - - Where warm affection sheds its tears, - O’er some lost friend’s remember’d tomb, - Spite of the blast, its head it rears, - And seems to court the kindred gloom. - - - III - - No gay parterre its blossoms share, - It dwells not in the busy croud, - But seeks the wild heath, bleak, and bare, - Or dwells in lonely solitude. - - - IV - - It decks the humble, lowly dell, - Remov’d afar, from vice, and strife, - Where resignation loves to dwell, - When ills betide this varying life. - - - V - - Its blossoms bath’d in pearly dew, - Its drooping crest and tearful eye, - Its lovely tints of azure hue, - Are emblems dear of sympathy. - - - VI - - The wild bee, sips its honied store, - Disporting on, from flower, to flower; - The humming birds its sweets explore, - Shut from the precincts of the bower. - - - VII - - And such, fair maid, thy modest mein, - It shuns the gazer’s vulgar eye, - Nor seek’st thou, eager to be seen, - The croud, where pleasure’s vot’ries hie. - - - VIII - - But social virtues deck thy name, - A sympathetic heart is thine, - A soul that knows, nor guilt, nor shame, - Fraught with fair virtue’s power divine. - - - IX - - Each grace that nature can impart, - Each generous feeling, too is thine, - Sincerity, that foe to art, - Richer than diamond of the mine. - - - X - - May thy resemblance e’er remain, - To that soft, sympathetic flower; - Thy hues of grace, without a stain, - Await you to your latest hour. - - - - - STANZAS. - -[Illustration] - - - Mark you, the stream of the cataract pouring, - Its wild wave o’er the rock! - Hear its rude sound, upon loud echo roaring; - Earth shakes beneath its shock. - Bright in the vale is its silver stream gliding; - Softly it murmurs along, - Sweet peace on its margent presiding, - Steals the soul with her song. - Mark you the wave of the rough ocean foaming! - While the sky is in gloom; - Death, o’er the breast of the mighty deep roaming, - Gives the poor mariner’s doom. - Riding relentless the pinions of æther! - He aims the lightnings dart; - Swells the faint cry of the desolate sailor, - Sees his spirit depart. - - Calm is the breast of the tempest-toss’d ocean; - Hush’d is the thunder’s sound; - Still is the fierce elemental commotion; - Soft sigh the zephyrs round; - O’er the glad scene, in its radiance appearing, - The rainbow’s hues are seen; - The sun from the clouds misty canopy peering, - Gilds the tranquil scene. - - So o’er the ocean of life as we’re sailing, - Wild waves our peace annoy; - Seeming, each blast of the tempest prevailing, - Hope in our breast to destroy; - The calm of tranquility, softly returning, - Quells the storms of the breast; - The rainbow of hope, in our bosom still burning, - Points to eternal rest. - - - - -“THE MOON’s PALE RAY.” - -[Illustration] - - - The moon’s pale ray is smiling o’er us, - And night is joyous in her beam; - So spread around, is fancy’s dream, - Tho’ life’s tempestuous sea, before us. - - No breeze is up, with soft commotion - To stir the wild lake’s breast; - Our halcyon spirits rest, - Tho’ launch’d on life’s rough heaving ocean. - - Calmly, our healthful spirits slumber - On youth’s unruffled wave; - Tho’ soon upon our grave - Affection’s wail may sound in sadest number. - - When neath the sod our mould’ring bones are sleeping, - O! may sorrow mark the spot, - And love forget it not, - But still around our graves, be hallow’d vigils keeping. - - Arround our current gay, blooms each fav’ring gift of heaven, - And love enchanting smiles, - But beware of cupid’s wiles,-- - He shades with hues of death life’s fast approaching even. - - O, may our frail bark, through smoothest seas be steering; - As yon moon’s pale placid beam, - Be our love a happy dream, - And each day our kindred spirits endearing. - - - - - ADDRESSED TO A FRIEND. - -[Illustration] - - - Dark night has enfolded her mantle around me, - And the brightness of day to oblivion consign’d - No more the wild influence of passions confound me, - They have fled, and tranquility reigns o’er my mind. - All nature reposed, at this moment is sleeping, - And man has forgotten the turmoils of care, - - Ev’n mem’ry, entranced, o’er past happiness weeping, - In the “semblance of death” imaged raptures may share. - - Calm solitude’s power o’er my bosom is stealing, - In whispers of peace, its monition addres’t, - Arouses each pure spark of genuine feeling, - Allays every passion that ruffled my breast: - - To the bright climes of fancy, where flowers ever blossom, - On the wild wing of thought, I would hurry my flight, - Shake off every sorrow that weighs on my bosom, - And roam with pure spirits in regions of light. - - Indulging each sweet intelectual pleasure, - That fancy’s bright dream, upon man can bestow, - Could I taste of the joy, in its rapturous measure, - Without you to share it? believe me ah no! - - Tho’ fancy may yield her precarious blessing, - Tho’ wit may enliven, and talent may glow, - ’Tis FRIENDSHIP alone, all our sorrows redressing, - Yields the purest delight that man’s bosom can know. - - - - - THE ALTER’D LAY. - -[Illustration] - - - I - - I gave the strain to wild despair, - When pleasure’s sweetest scenes had faded, - When youth’s gay dreams, so bright and fair, - Misfortune’s murky cloud had shaded. - - - II - - But still, tho’ sorrow rul’d the song, - And grief, that gay delights would perish, - Would Hope a softer note prolong, - And bid my breast her influence cherish. - - - III - - She bade me turn to each delight - That blest with smiles life’s radiant morning, - And still her hand, with visions bright - Was every future hour adorning. - - - IV - - I counted every transient joy, - That deck’d the gay and blissful season - When I, “a visionary boy,” - Disclaim’d the voice of sober reason. - - - V - - And memory swell’d the alter’d lay - With sounds of sweet, and transient gladness, - They told of pleasure’s fairy sway, - In hours that mock’d intrusive sadness.-- - - - VI - - And there was one, in hours gone past, - Whose smile was like the smile of heaven, - When beauty’s brightest hues are cast - Along the dress of summer even.-- - - - VII - - It woke, within my youthful breast, - Emotions dear, that never slumber, - They come when all is sunk to rest, - They breathe upon the sadden’d number. - - - VIII - - The strain still lov’d to linger o’er - The mem’ry of our happy meeting, - In childhood’s wild, uncultured bower, - When heart met heart, in tender greeting. - - - IX - - Her form, her face, Ah what were they? - Tho’ loveliest beauties there were dwelling; - The ringlets unrestrain’d that stray’d; - The ruby lip with nectar swelling? - - - X - - Tho’ these were fair, her lovelier mind - Each outward beauty far exceeded, - By nature’s quick’ning power refined, - Soft Pity’s gentle voice it heeded. - - - XI - - And love, had been the tender name - That swell’d our hearts in holiest union, - But ah! too young to own the flame, - We felt the bosom’s soft communion. - - - XII - - Sudden, again--the tremb’ling lyre - Its sound, to sorrow’s notes surrender’d; - Lost was remember’d rapture’s fire, - And woe seem’d in its strings engender’d. - - - XIII - - Why changed the sound? ah why! no more - Did rapture wake th’ inspiring measure? - Why jar’d despair the accents o’er, - Dark’ning each scene of vanish’d pleasure? - - - XIV - - Wild shrieks the blast of heaven, round - The grave, where all her beauties wither; - The Yew-tree moans in solemn sound, - When gently stirs the ambient æther. - - - XIV - - The cold sod wraps her lovely form, - That rapture to my soul imparted; - She lived in beauty! but the storm - In early morn, life’s current thwarted. - - - XVI - - Where once the laughing, mirthful eye, - With joy’s bright beam was wont to glisten; - When time on pinions fleet went by, - And we to hope’s fond tale would listen: - - - XVII - - Or when the tear-drop started there,-- - The sympathetic gem of feeling,-- - And o’er that face so passing fair - Soft pity’s sorrowing look was stealing. - - - XVIII - - The icy worm his revel keeps, - And there, his form is dully shining, - Arround that lovely forehead creeps, - Or o’er her faded cheek is twining. - - - XIX - - The bosom, once that heav’d with mine, - The throb of joy, or sigh of anguish, - When fancied ill, or fond delight, - Bade hope arise, or sudden languish. - - - XX - - Sleeps silent, in the earthy grave. - No woe her angel-dreams disturbing; - Misfortune’s storm there cannot rave! 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BOWMAN<br /><br /> - -AUGUST<br /><br /> - -1820.</small></h1> - -<p class="rt"><i><small>A. Bourne, Lc.</small></i></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_i" id="page_i">{i}</a></span> </p> - -<h1> -HOURS OF CHILDHOOD,<br /> -<br /> -<small>AND</small><br /> -<br /><b> -OTHER POEMS.</b><br /> -</h1> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza1"> -<span class="i15">For me the day<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath duties which require the vigorous hand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of stedfast application, but which leave<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No deep improving trace upon the mind.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But be the day another’s;—let it pass!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The night’s my own!—<br /></span> -<span class="i15"><span class="smcap">Kirke White.</span><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p class="c"> -MONTREAL:<br /> -PUBLISHED BY A. BOWMAN.<br /> -........<br /> -1820.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_ii" id="page_ii">{ii}</a></span> </p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_iii" id="page_iii">{iii}</a></span> </p> - -<h2><a name="PREFACE" id="PREFACE"></a>PREFACE.</h2> - -<p>IT is a fact universally allowed, that few authors are so totally -indifferent to the stamp which their writings may bear in the minds of -the public, as to feel no anxiety concerning their success; and to -contemplate with perfect composure, the prospect of a critical analysis -of their productions, in which, each blemish is to be exposed to the -most rigid censure.</p> - -<p>No writer is entirely exempt from this doubtful solicitude—even those -who have raised themselves above the quibblings of fire-side -commentators, and are only read to be admired, have their moments of -fear;—the opinions of the public may change; critics may condemn, and -their names may be tarnished by a failure.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Since</span> then, those who possess every classical requisite for poetical -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_iv" id="page_iv">{iv}</a></span>excellence; who are blessed with time, retirement, and an access to the -writings of all nations, and ages; whose minds are cheered in their -pursuits, by a solid hope of success, founded on the remembrance of -former approbation, cannot altogether confide in their infallibility. It -will not be doubted, that a youth, unlettered, and unlearned, who in his -first essay has been debarred all those advantages which are considered -almost indispensible in the pursuit of literary distinction—should -appear before the public with the utmost diffidence; fearful that the -pursuit which has given him employment in his midnight hours, and added -a zest to his short period of leisure, should reflect discredit upon his -authorship.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">The</span> writer of <span class="smcap">Hours of Childhood</span>, far from enjoying “<i>Poetic leisure</i>,” -has, from the age of thirteen, filled a situation which requires “the -vigorous hand of stedfast application,” and, which has left little time -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_v" id="page_v">{v}</a></span>for studious improvement: But his work is to appear on the same stage, -with the productions of the man of science; and to be judged by the same -tribunal.—These are not happy auspices—yet, he ventures to present -this volume to the public, conscious of the many defects which may be -discovered in it,—but hoping to reap instruction from its fate. Nor -would he deprecate criticism; he wishes only that the sentence bestowed -upon it, should, as far as justice will allow, consider the -circumstances under which it appears. It has no patron; it goes forth -into the world, unprotected, and alone—to stand or fall by its own -merits—as a tender parent ushers into the world a beloved -child;—sensible of his faults, he cherishes a hope, that it will judge -of them with charity; nor crush, by a sentence too severe, the latent -seeds of virtue which may spring up to maturity and perfection. The -child has been his comfort, in many an hour of sorrow; and fancy, with -healing influ<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_vi" id="page_vi">{vi}</a></span>ence, has drawn his growing virtues starting forth into -fragrant blossom. For whatever national feeling is expressed in this -work, an apology cannot be necessary to a reasonable person, of what -country soever: The warm attachment of the author to his <i>Native Land</i>, -is but the natural feeling of every honest heart,—in that land, the -hours of infancy were whiled away under the influence of hope, and -fancy; and the delights of that innocent period, are engraven on the -tablets of memory, in the lovely hues of youthful imagination. Nor does -this laudable partiality cast a reflection upon the same predilection in -the natives of other countries; those who feel the true <i>amor patriæ</i> -are charmed with the same sentiment in others of whatever nation.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">The</span> smaller pieces are the effusions of the moment written at different -times, and are incapable of being altered from their original -crudeness.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_vii" id="page_vii">{vii}</a></span></p> - -<h2><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS"></a>CONTENTS.</h2> - -<table border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="0" summary=""> - -<tr><td> </td><td class="rt"><small><i>Page.</i></small></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#HOURS_OF_CHILDHOOD">Hours of Childhood,</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_9">9</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#A_MOTHERS_LOVE">A Mother’s Love,</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_67">67</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#ADDRESSED_TO_A_YOUNG_LADY">Addressed to a Young Lady,</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_72">72</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#STANZAS">Stanza’s,</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_78">78</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_MOONS_PALE_RAY">“The Moon’s Pale Ray”,</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_80">80</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#ADDRESSED_TO_A_FRIEND">To a Friend,</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_83">83</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_ALTERD_LAY">The Alter’d Lay,</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_86">86</a></td></tr> -</table> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_viii" id="page_viii">{viii}</a></span> </p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_9" id="page_9">{9}</a></span> </p> - -<h2><a name="POEMS" id="POEMS"></a>POEMS.<br /><br /> -<img src="images/image009.png" -width="80" -alt="" /></h2> - -<h2><a name="HOURS_OF_CHILDHOOD" id="HOURS_OF_CHILDHOOD"></a>HOURS OF CHILDHOOD.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">THERE is a solace to the aching breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Long worn by care, that sighs for tranquil rest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Midst toils of day, in slumbers of the night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fond memory paints each infantine delight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each vanish’d joy that woke the bosom’s glow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When all look’d gay as heaven’s aerial bow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And youth, and health, and nature’s charms combin’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shed calm contentment o’er the guileless mind.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_10" id="page_10">{10}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The ceaseless waves of time, that swiftly roll<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Man’s feeble bark to dark oblivion’s goal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweep harmless o’er the mem’ry of those days,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When childhood tuned its unambitious lays,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And soft-eyed pleasure, in her gay attire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Woke the wild numbers of the trembling lyre.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Bright were the scenes that fancy drew,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And blythe the hours that gaily flew,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In life’s gay morn, when all was new;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And softly, hope her radiance shed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In happy childhood, round my head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deceitful smiled; that angel smile<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was wont my sorrows to beguile,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_11" id="page_11">{11}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And every transient cloud of woe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That dim’d the visions of my eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fled, as the sun’s enliv’ning glow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Chas’d the light vapour from the sky:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And nature, in that halcyon hour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Claim’d o’er my mind a magic power,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ope’d to my eye her boundless store,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bade her vast delights explore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her solemn contemplative glades,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her grottoes cool, her sylvan shades,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or where she wears no gentle smile,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But frowning wastes her form despoil;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Midst gloomy haunts and forests drear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where silence tires the drowsy ear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or where, with stunning sound, the waves<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Toss boisterous, when the tempest raves.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_12" id="page_12">{12}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">And fancy, oft, would guide my feet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To glooms, where sleepless spirits wander’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or lonely vales, retirement sweet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where some lorn stream its course meander’d.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oft, in some deep untrodden dell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where Eremite might build his cell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Remote from all the ills that wait<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The pompous equipage of state;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To human steps so much unknown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ev’n thought might find herself alone;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nought on her silence to intrude,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or break her much lov’d solitude.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Imagination’s forceful power,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would charm away the passing hour;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_13" id="page_13">{13}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fondly picture scenes of old,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By hoary matron’s legend told,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In number’s mystic, strange, and wild,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To soothe me, when a froward child;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of ravening giant of the wold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of ladie fair, and gallant bold;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And grey hair’d minstrel, blythe and old;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of martial lists, of daring deeds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of nodding plumes, and prancing steeds;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of knight caparison’d in arms,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To combat for a damsel’s charms:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or still, the more replete with fear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The story whisper’d in the ear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lest angry fiend, perchance, might hear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of wither’d hag, or wandring sprite,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who roam the unhallow’d hour of night,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_14" id="page_14">{14}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or form more gay, of Fairy light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who, when the moon’s soft ray is glancing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the flowery green, is dancing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In many an airy roundelay;—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Vanishing ere dawn of day.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>IV</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">Ah! in life’s morn, the trusting soul<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is calm;—the hours unheeded roll;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No passions urge their fierce controul.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then, not a wish was unsupplied,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For scarce a boon had I to crave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Save those, which in the heart abide,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And those indulgent nature gave.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon the blossom of my cheek,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The rose bud’s hue was wont to speak<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_15" id="page_15">{15}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The calmest sunshine of the heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That health and happiness impart:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Free, as the mountain breeze, was I!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That sweeps the light cloud o’er the sky;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unknown a foretaste of the woes,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Companions of man’s ripening years,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That bar the eyelids from repose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wash them with untimely tears.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I knew not, then, the brow o’ercast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By gloomy thought, or sullen care,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I brooded o’er no pleasures past;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The future, all look’d bright and fair:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An undefined, elysian dream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Illum’d by hope’s deceitful beam.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That hope has past!—its early ray<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No more irradiates my way.—<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_16" id="page_16">{16}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h3>V</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">How wildly swells the craggy height!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whence the rough torrent, rushing bright,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In morning’s gay reflected beams,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A sheet of burnished silver seems;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With bickering wave, and foaming spray<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In columns rising to the day;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While, midst the far resounding roar<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dark plumed eagles proudly soar;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Commingling, with the discord rude<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That wakes the mountain solitude,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their rustling pinion’s heavy sound;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their bodeing, and terrific scream;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Re-echoing o’er the cliff profound;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Startling the owlet from his dream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where, in the darkest wood, supreme<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_17" id="page_17">{17}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In sullen loneliness, he sits,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mutt’ring his moody tones by fits;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till evening spreads her shadow dun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, ’neath the western hill, the sun<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has sunk, his daily circle run.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then, to some distant turret’s height,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He speeds his melancholy flight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To mope, unseen, the livelong night.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>VI</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Where every sense, in tumult drown’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yields to the mighty torrent’s sound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I loved in thoughtfulness to roam;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the swift cataract, white with foam,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rush’d down the steep, in tumult rude,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To muse in contemplative mood;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_18" id="page_18">{18}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To dwell, upon the mountain’s brow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O’er the soft scenes that spread below.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah! there are those, who senseless, scorn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each joy of lovely nature born!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor listen to her angel voice.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too sadly erring in their choice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They fly the unfrequented shade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The bower, for contemplation made;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And seek in concourse, noise, and strife,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those calmer joys of human life<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which only in retirement dwell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Remote from folly’s wild’ring spell.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is a music in the sound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That swells the eddying stream around;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A boldness in the torrent’s flood;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A calmness in the waving wood;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_19" id="page_19">{19}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">A softness in the verdant vale<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where fragrant flowers their balm exhale;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That fills the bosom with delight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And charms the child of nature’s sight.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>VII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">I loved to stand upon the rock,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sear’d many an age by thunder’s shock,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And mark the boiling flood beneath<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Toss its wild foam, in many a wreath;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And count each bubble, as it rose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like joy’s bright gem, midst seas of woes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whelm’d, instant, in the rushing tide;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too vain and empty to abide.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So rise, upon life’s flowing stream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The gay, who shine in folly’s beam:<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_20" id="page_20">{20}</a></span>—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They glitter bright their little hour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The shallow tools of transient power.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then, like the bubble on the wave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They sink beneath the pow’r that gave<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their fleeting splendour; by the frown<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of tyrants hurl’d from grandeur down.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>VIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Oft, on the mountain’s highest peak,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Round which rude peals of thunder break,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When tempests from on high are hurl’d,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ve stood, and mark’d, beneath unfurl’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The varied charms of nature’s face;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where, undisturb’d, my eye could trace<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each winding brook, each rushing stream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each charm that wakes in fancy’s dream;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_21" id="page_21">{21}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The ocean’s measureless expanse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On whose calm breast bright shadows glance;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Unruffled, pure, and peaceful, save<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where zephyrs fan its sleeping wave.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There, breaking thro’ its endless blue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Soft rise the isles of verdant hue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where heavenly habitants might rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sanctify earth’s lovely breast.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fancy oft would paint, (among<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their verdant bowers, where wild bird’s song<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Enliven’d, with its melody,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tranquil scene; which well might vie<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With nature’s fairest, loveliest spot,)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The blest, and undisturbed lot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With some congenial, tender breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To seek retirement, peace, and rest,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_22" id="page_22">{22}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bid to folly’s train adieu,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For verdant isle, in ocean blue.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>IX</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Or stretched, in undulating maze,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To tire with charms the wandering gaze,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The landscape bright before me lays:—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The valley, hill abrupt, and steep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sequester’d dell, remote and deep;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The rustling fields of golden corn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Emblazon’d by the beams of morn;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hamlet’s cluster’d form, where rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With health, and peace, the simply blest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where reigns, (by heaven auspicious lent,)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Joy’s purest spirit, calm content;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Enlivening every rustic eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That beams with self-taught sympathy.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_23" id="page_23">{23}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blest with each joy these scenes impart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which soothe, yet not corrupt the heart;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unversed in manners of the crowd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The falsly gay, the meanly proud,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who scoff at peasant joys aloud;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unversed in fashion’s mystic lore;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Untaught to crave another’s store;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They peaceful live, and calmly die,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Embosom’d in tranquillity.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>X</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">The waving forest’s wide domain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beyond the lawn, my vision greets.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There, every verdure softly meets;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The towering pine’s deep em’rald stain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The willow’s light and cheerful green;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_24" id="page_24">{24}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The beach, in yellow foilage drest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The poplar’s dark and shining vest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its leaves, in every breath that quiver,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in the cool air seem to shiver;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each bright variety of hue<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There strikes upon th’ admiring view.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through its dark groves’ refreshing shade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wild breeze hollow murmurs made;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its bosom heav’d with gentle motion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like the softly troubled ocean;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beneath that forest’s sombre shade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oft have my vagrant footsteps stray’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oft have I paus’d, its depths among,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To breathe a light and artless song;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oft paus’d amidst its gloomy haunts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where nature’s wildest livery flaunts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To heave the sigh that childhood grants,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_25" id="page_25">{25}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">When crowds of wishes, undefined,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Steal on the uninstructed mind.—<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XI</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Why did I sigh? I knew not, yet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A semblance even of regret;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why did I sigh? was it, because<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nature’s fair bloom would soon decay?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fountain’s stream would know a pause,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The forest’s foilage fade away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each fairy vale, each verdant meadow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would pass, like morning’s fleeting shadow?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah no! that gloomy hour was fraught<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With all the luxury of thought;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A willing gloom, a painful pleasure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Play’d o’er my heart in rapt’rous measure;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_26" id="page_26">{26}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twas poesy’s spirit swell’d my soul,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bade, on fancy’s golden pinions,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Airy thoughts, extatic, roll<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O’er the mind’s unchain’d dominions.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">’Twas meditation’s hallowed ground!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And soft she shed her influence round:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O’er many a forest flower I stray’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That bloom’d beneath the dark oak’s shade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yielded sweet its wild perfume,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shrouded in uncongenial gloom,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And birds, from soft melodious throats,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To gentle echo sung their notes.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_27" id="page_27">{27}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Upon the wild stream’s shadowy brink,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis sweet, alone to stand, and think;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In riper years it claims a sigh,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A sigh, the bosom cannot stifle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That as the current rushes by,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rending each flower that blossoms nigh,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So time our early joys will rifle.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Delights, that gild our dawn of day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like the swift stream, will pass away;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each image, in life’s early dream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dissolves, ere manhood’s stronger beam<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lights the true pathway of our fate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or shows how vain, (but ah too late!)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was the fair future fancy gave;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vain as the streamlet’s gliding wave,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_28" id="page_28">{28}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">That sparkles but a moment’s space,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then fades, nor leaves one single trace<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of where, or what it was before,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lost in the billow’s ceaseless roar!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We gaze, and as the river flows,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Life’s varying course its passage shows;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now, swell’d by headlong mountain streams;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Now, softly murmuring calm and slow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far off its waveless mirror gleams,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“(And heaven’s own shadow spreads below)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Amid the ever blooming grove,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Like future joy thro’ hope’s false beams:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They fickle, frail, and worthless prove!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each hour that owns bright pleasure’s sway;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fire of genius; fancy’s ray;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Love’s cheating power, and ardent flame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All! all! save friendship’s sacred name,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_29" id="page_29">{29}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon the torrent wave of time,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flee, with our manhood’s fleeting prime;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And leave, alone, the sullen gloom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of spirits, journeying to the tomb;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Save, that, tho’ faint her light is beaming,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Hope</span> still upon the soul is gleaming!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Points, thro’ misfortune’s darkest shade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To brighter joys, that never fade;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not vivid, as in life’s gay morning<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“She danc’d in nature’s lovely bowers;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not falsely, as in youth adorning<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With promis’d ecstacy the hours!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But calm, unclouded, firm, and pure;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tho’ dim her beams, their guidance sure.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So on the last resounding wave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That speeds to an unfathom’d grave,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_30" id="page_30">{30}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sunbeam sheds its brilliant ray;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On each bright drop its glimm’rings play;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It fades in radiant beams of day:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whelm’d in the ocean’s bosom deep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The silent waves unconscious sleep;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unconscious, that they once had swept<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Along the soil, where genius slept;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or bounded o’er the rocky height,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swell’d into rage by tempest’s might;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or, that their waters once had laved<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A land that ne’er might be enslaved;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By patriot arm in peril sav’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ev’n as unconscious as the clay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That wraps our remnants of decay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When to the joyless sea of age<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Recedes the stream of youthful rage.—<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_31" id="page_31">{31}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XIV</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Hark! from the village, distant far<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Re-echoed, varied discords jar;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The busy hum, the social din,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That welcome gentle twilight in,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come swelling, from the vale below,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Up the lone mountain’s craggy side;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweeping “in solemn tones and slow,”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Round the broad summit’s crested pride:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Gently o’er the water dashing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where the silver waves are flashing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beneath the rays of yellow light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That mark the near approach of night.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How lovely is the placid hour!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How soft and tranquil is its power,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_32" id="page_32">{32}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere the sun’s last faint tints have faded,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While yet the tender radiance lingers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In heaven’s softest colours shaded,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By gentle twilight’s fairy fingers.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The swain from healthful labour turns<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His lingering steps, as, dimly burns,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon yon western summit’s height,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sol’s latest beams of golden light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the dear cot where labors cease,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And kind endearments whisper peace.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Around their smiling father’s knee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In unassum’d and heartfelt glee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The troop of little urchins press,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And clamour for his fond caress.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor slighted is the dame’s embrace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Proud of her simple, virtuous race.—<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_33" id="page_33">{33}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XV</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Soft smiling, in the burnish’d west,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where Phoebus’ orb has sunk to rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shines heavenly Venus’s goddess light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Propitious beam to lovers sight:)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thick starry throngs pervade the skies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, on the gentle water lies<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The semblance of the lovely heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Drest in the hues of comeing even’;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, as the Zephyr stirs the breast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On which the starry myriads rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The mighty band, in tumult tost,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now glimmer, now they fade away;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In seeming, wild confusion lost,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like glitt’ring spears in mortal fray.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_34" id="page_34">{34}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then, as the semblance struck my eye.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Came the long tale across my mind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of conq’ring hosts, and victory,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That proud ambition’s votries blind<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To evils reason can descry.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XVI</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Or upland, from the ocean’s surge,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I turn’d my eye, the landscape’s verge<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(As twilight’s lovely hour come on,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And faint along the horizon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bland nature’s soft, and tender dye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seemed mingling with the hues of sky,)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Was drest in softest livery.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When all around was sweet and still,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its distant note the Whip-poor-will<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_35" id="page_35">{35}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sigh’d on the zephyr’s airy sail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That softly swept along the vale,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And o’er the stream, in magic swell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The echo fondly loved to dwell;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As if, beneath its chrystal wave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It sought a calm and tranquil grave;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Till wak’d, the softly solemn strain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Renew’d its music wild again,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And echo, still, the note repeated,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And vale, and hill, its numbers greeted.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XVII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Far off, upon the village green,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The children at their sports are seen;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beneath fair Cynthia’s argent ray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In mazy squadrons mix’d, they play.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_36" id="page_36">{36}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now, to the ranks of mimic war<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They rush, beneath the martial star,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its red rays beaming from afar;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And brandish high the edgeless brand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And poise the musket at command,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While every bosom, frought with ire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Feels all a hero’s glowing fire:—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or o’er the plain, in panting chace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The football-sports provoke the race;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hark! the wild and clam’rous shout,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That hails the victors of the rout,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The boyish note, of rapt’rous glee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The joy of bloodless victory.—<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XVIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">How happy! but they all must know<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The poignant sting of human woe.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_37" id="page_37">{37}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Short is the morning of delight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all its tints are sweetly bright;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No cloud tempestuous mars its peace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till sad conviction bids it cease,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And reason’s voice, in thund’ring sound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bids view each real object round;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sorrows all are doom’d to brave—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Save those, who, where the cypress wave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have hap’ly found an early grave;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Oh, they in sweet unconsciousness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nought know of sorrow, woe, or care!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The sod, in infant thoughtlessness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cradles their forms in silence there;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And, in the fitful gusts of air,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">The drooping willow,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_38" id="page_38">{38}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their turf with bending foilage sweeps;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each branch, in dewy fragrance, weeps<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O’er the cold grave, where childhood sleeps<br /></span> -<span class="i6">On balmy pillow.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blest lot, to reach the happy goal<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When unpolluted was the soul;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere vice had dim’d the heavenly ray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or mix’d that spark with baser clay:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The goal of our short human course<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No skill can pass; no giant force<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can change its being or its date;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All tread the downward path of fate!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O who would o’er their cold graves sigh!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or shed one parting tear of sorrow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They died in happy infancy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They live in day that knows no morrow.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_39" id="page_39">{39}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XIX</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Mark! the bright moon, thro’ azure sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sails slow, in conscious majesty!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No cloud o’er all the heav’n is seen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But, like the spirit of a dream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When nought of earth dare intervene,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She darts around her softest beam!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It glitters on the rippling stream;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It dwells along the hillock’s side;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It sleeps upon the ocean’s tide;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It sparkles o’er the forest wide;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And every shrub, and every flower,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Owns its soft sway, and magic power:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dew drops, on the velvet green,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Glitter beneath the radiance sheen;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_40" id="page_40">{40}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Around, in wild profusion spread,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The violet droops its modest head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The daisy rears its pensile stem,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dressing the turf with many a gem;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A chequer’d carpet, spangled meet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For sprightly dance of fairy feet.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Titania, as in ancient days<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She liv’d in Shakespeare’s magic lays,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Might o’er the turf unearthly glance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lead the circles of the dance;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With Oberon in concert move,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The peerless Queen of airy love.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XX</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Upon the rude rock’s barren height<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shoots the pale ray of lunar light;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_41" id="page_41">{41}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, streaming round its gloomy base,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bright beams the murky darkness chase.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There, the intentive eye may trace<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sparkling granite’s shining grain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dusky flint’s conspicuous vein;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And many a fragment, rudely rent<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When thunder shook the firmament.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let the proud sons of wealth and power<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In riot spend the midnight hour;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In wine dissolve their cares away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fain be vicious, to be gay.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let wealth unfold her glittering store,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An hour of peace, I value more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than mines of India’s golden ore;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let all her pleasures sense display,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That hour more rapture yields than they.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_42" id="page_42">{42}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In such an hour, the soul is free<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From shackles of mortality;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In such an hour, in scenes like this,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reflection opes her store of bliss,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fancy’s bright, unclouded trance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bids, before the enraptured eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Light unearthly spirits dance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And many a fabled form arise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In recording memory’s glance.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XXI</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">O’er all the landscape’s varied scene<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My footsteps wander’d; up the green;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thro’ tangled forest spreading wide;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Along the mountain’s echoing side;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through vales where streams pellucid glide;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_43" id="page_43">{43}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">O’er lawns the forest groves between,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whence, dim, the mountain’s head is seen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Embosom’d in a misty veil,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In giant strength it views the dale;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O’er the soft landscape’s tranquil form<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Frowns, midst the terrors of the storm,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Scorns the low beauties of the vale,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bares its forehead to the gale.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Such he, whose high, ambitious mind<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sighs for an empire unconfined;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The path of blood, and danger braves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To tyrannise a land of slaves;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who stems, with iron nerve, the tide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To raise his empire’s tow’ring pride;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who scorns the humble vale of peace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Retirement, and domestic ease;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_44" id="page_44">{44}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">No joy within his bosom glows,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To virtue cold as Alpine snows;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No blessing falls upon his head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For him no fervant prayer is said;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unknown to him the soul serene,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The smiling eye, the cheerful mein;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Peace flies his bosom, fell despair<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fixes her fiend-like impress there;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">None weep his fall, none dress his bier,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or heave for him one sigh sincere;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor love, nor friendship’s soothing power<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Attend his dissolution’s hour.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XXIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">The Macedonian’s restless mood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deluged the world in kindred blood.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_45" id="page_45">{45}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not half the globe in fetters chain’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could sate him, while the rest remain’d.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unmeasured, as earth’s farthest bound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ambition, still new conquest found;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But still, though lord of every soil,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Enrich’d by every kingdom’s spoil,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unknown to him the pure delight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of deeds approved in virtue’s sight;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blood mark’d the progress of his fame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And terror waits upon his name.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XXIV</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">The Roman, whose resistless hand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spread war to Britain’s distant land;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bade Rome’s brave eagles, proudly sweep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O’er every strand, o’er every deep,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_46" id="page_46">{46}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And after thousand perils brav’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His country’s liberties enslaved:—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Count not the nations he subdued;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Count not the toils his strength withstood;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Count not his honest martial fame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To fix a stamp to Cæsar’s name!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mark but the moral of his end,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beneath the poinard of his friend.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XXV</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">But tranquil scenes, from vice apart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Infuse their influence in the heart;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Instruct the mind, delight the eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And soften disappointment’s sigh;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Well did I know, no future bliss,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Midst busy crouds, could equal this,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_47" id="page_47">{47}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Well did my bosom’s rapture tell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No future hours would please so well;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet oft, a vagrant wish would rise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To breath the air of foreign skies;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still would I heave a half formed sigh,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On other scenes to feast my eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Extend o’er earth my raptured view,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And search creation’s beauties through;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh had that wish but been suppress’d!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That sigh ne’er heav’d my infant breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still had I in retirement dwelt,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And quiet’s tranquil influence felt.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XXVI</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">I gaz’d upon the pale moon’s face;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I sought the meteor’s path to trace;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_48" id="page_48">{48}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">I counted every orb of light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That gem’d the azure vault of night;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I gaz’d o’er all the starry train<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Till softly, sleep came o’er my brain.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My senses sunk in soft repose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bright visions to my sight arose.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XXVII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">The moon has fled upon the hill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No more it gilds the murm’ring rill;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The stars are faint, and dimly seen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unlighted by their lovely queen;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The magic of the night is past,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And morning’s rays are coming fast;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the grey skirtings of the east,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Across the ocean’s waveless breast,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_49" id="page_49">{49}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Faint streaks of doubtful light appear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Betok’ning Phœbus’s chariot near,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The mountains in the spreading light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gleam from their dark and cloudy height;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stretch shadowy, o’er the landscape wide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And tremble on the ebbing tide.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the low dewy vale’s retreat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Light clouds of mist the morning greet;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now, stronger from the orient streaming,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O’er nature’s breast the sun is beaming;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The glittering woods enliven’d smile,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fields resound the voice of toil,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Light songsters flutter in the groves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And pleasure o’er the woodland roves:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hark! o’er the valley, soft and clear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The rustic song swells on the ear;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_50" id="page_50">{50}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The song by health and joy inspired,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In hearts with nature’s beauties fired.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XXVIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Is there, among the giddy throng<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who heedless sweep time’s course along,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One, who such scenes unmoved has view’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor felt his childhood’s joys renew’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose eye has on such beauties dwelt,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his cold bosom never felt<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its thoughts with solemn power refined,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And rapture steal upon his mind?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No pure emotions fill his soul;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No bright reflections o’er it roll;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis form’d in dark, and savage mould,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No genial virtues there unfold.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_51" id="page_51">{51}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But sombre, as the glooms of night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The forms that please its callous sight;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cold to each virtue’s hallowed feeling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The heart that nature cannot warm,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That owns not, round each fibre stealing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In lonely wilds, her secret charm,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Chaseing every cloud of sadness!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yielding calm and placid gladness.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis nature prompts each noble aim,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each softer grace is nature’s claim,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each trait, from varied nature caught,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fix’d in the mind, with her is fraught:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hardy Swiss, from mountain rock,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As hardy stems the battle shock;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Italia’s soft and verdant plains<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Repeat the lute’s melodious strains;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_52" id="page_52">{52}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each nation, wheresoe’er you range,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Change as the scenes of nature change.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XXIX</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">And thou, my country, lov’d so dear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Land of free hearts, and faith sincere,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fair freedom’s blest, congenial home,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou landmark in an age of gloom;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Claim’st, from the gales that round thee sweep,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy forests wild, thy summits steep,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy rushing torents rudely swelling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The rocks, thy mighty eagle’s dwelling;—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A hardy, independant band,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The bulwark of thy favor’d land.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_53" id="page_53">{53}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XXX</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">When the bright arms of Albion bore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rude war, to thy affrighted shore;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When Britain’s cross, in warlike form,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lower’d oe’r thee like a thunder storm;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Then, from their wild, uncouth domain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hardy patriots sallied forth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Display’d, on bloody battle plain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their generous ardor, loyal worth;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There nature in her bosom wild,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had nurs’d her patriotic child,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who gave my native soil a name,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Undying as creations frame.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His was the valor that imparts<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its influence to his followers’ hearts;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_54" id="page_54">{54}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">His was the skill his foes to foil<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In every art, escape each toil,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Insure success by wise delay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or sudden snatch the prize away.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XXXI</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">In childhood, to my listening ear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O! <span class="smcap">Washington</span>! thy name was dear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Embalm’d in every freeman’s breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The memory of thy deeds shall rest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The first on glory’s radiant line,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In after days, thy name shall shine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The freeman’s beacon blaze of war,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Columbia’s proudly beaming star.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">First in the senate’s grave debate;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">First at the troubled helm of state;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_55" id="page_55">{55}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy name shall fill the future page,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The greatest of the present age.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XXXII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Such were the charms that pleas’d my eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When infant years flew swiftly by.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Past are those scenes, those days are fled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those joys are sleeping with the dead;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The world has oped her gaudy store<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of pleasures, unconceived before;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far from my childhood’s happy home,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My wand’ring footsteps widely roam.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah; to whatever clime I stray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fond memory still shall point the way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the lone, undisturb’d retreat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where sped life’s morning, bright and fleet,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_56" id="page_56">{56}</a></span>—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where childhood’s hours were gaily spent<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With virtue, peace, and sweet content.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The beauties of a lovelier sky<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Speak less of heaven to my eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The verdure of a distant plain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The billows of a foreign main,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Raise not the rapture of delight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like scenes that charm our infant sight.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XXXIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Oh home! thou dearest, loveliest spot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">However bleak, however wild!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy mem’ry time can never blot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whate’er thro’ life may be my lot.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still, thou shalt charm thy wand’ring child;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tho’ many a ling’ring year has past,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since thy fond circle shed the tear,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_57" id="page_57">{57}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">(To one bright eye it was the last)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And many heav’d a sigh sincere,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That sorrow, genuine sorrow started,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When from thy blest retreats I parted;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still, tho’ the wreaths that fancy braided<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In thy lov’d bosom, long have faded,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those friends who lov’d my infancy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Claim still my bosom’s warmest sigh,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They love me still, no fate can sever<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That faithful bond that bides for ever;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A mother’s fond unfeigning love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fails only, with the throb of life,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It cannot false, or faithless prove,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By wo unmov’d, unaw’d by strife.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh dearer far than wealth, or fame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is a lov’d mother’s honor’d name,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_58" id="page_58">{58}</a></span>—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It leads us in our early way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere reason lends its guardian ray;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It points to virtue’s bright reward,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It bids us shun deceitful vice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Persuasion drops from every word,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And love attunes that heavenly voice.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XXXIV</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">But he, whose pure affection blest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With friendship’s flame my days of rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My brother—generous, brave, and gay,<a name="FNanchor_A_1" id="FNanchor_A_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_A_1" class="fnanchor">[A]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where sleep his limbs in dull decay?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Enshrin’d not were his relics cold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O’er his deep grave no prayer was told;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No sigh breath’d softly o’er his bier,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And none, save strangers, shed a tear;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_59" id="page_59">{59}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">A last sad tear, at life’s dark close,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The end of all our joys and woes.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There famine’s meagre power was nigh,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sunk was the cheek, the hollow eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rob’d of its lustre, dimly view’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One mighty sweep of billows rude;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No happy isle strikes on its fading beam,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Faintly its orb emits a dying gleam;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He turns, instinctive, his receding sight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Towards that dear land where first he saw the light.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then did remembrance, to his anguish’d heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each youthful scene, with all its joys impart;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Barb’d every pang that rent his laboring breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And death’s pale form in tenfold horrors drest:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then, came that tender, momentary thought,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With wildest, deepest, mortal anguish fraught,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_60" id="page_60">{60}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">It dwelt on those, who, in the morn of life<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had blest his boyhood, free from noise and strife:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then, as his last, his lonely prayers arise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the wild blast, he struggles, gasps, and dies!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Midst coral caves, in ocean’s bosom deep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Brother belov’d! O tranquil be thy sleep!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Round the gay clusters of the green Ladrones,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sea-gale sighs, the rushing billow moans,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There murm’rings soft, shall lull thy form to rest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy soul shall dwell in regions of the blest.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_A_1" id="Footnote_A_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_A_1"><span class="label">[A]</span></a> One of the company of the ship Resource, lost in the China -seas, Nov. 20th, 1818.</p></div> - -<h3>XXXV</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">How oft, did hope thy blest return pourtray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bid me dwell upon that joyous day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When once again, from every danger free,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy bounding vessel from the stormy sea,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_61" id="page_61">{61}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should to my arms, thy much lov’d form restore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To taste each blessing of thy native shore;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To charm thy bosom after years of pain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ceaseless labor for unstable gain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oft, in fond fancy, would I seem to hear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy tale of sorrow murm’ring in my ear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How the wild tempest toss’d thy ship on high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fate seem’d brooding in the whirlwind’s sigh;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How swift she flew before the lightning breeze,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And swept resistless o’er the foaming seas;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or where in polar region’s wintry reign,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where endless frost o’er nature binds its chain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The stiffen’d canvass whistled in the blast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the vex’d cordage lash’d the lonely mast;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How in the fairest, most enchanting scenes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where blooming China spreads her living greens,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_62" id="page_62">{62}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her citron forests, and her Orange bowers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her vines of plenty, rich in fruit, and flowers;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still, still, thy home was dearest, loveliest still,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fond remembrance oft thy eyes would fill:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But fled the hope; no more thy comely form,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With rapt’rous gladness, shall my bosom warm;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Never, again, shall I those features trace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That join’d to harmonize thy manly face;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Entomb’d, unhonor’d, tho’ thy bones may lie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy fate shall claim the deeply-breathing sigh;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far distant, sunk in ocean’s caverns drear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For thee, snail stream the sympathizing tear.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XXXVI</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">O virtue! ever be my guide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whatever storms my life betide!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_63" id="page_63">{63}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">May I, where’er my wand’rings lead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still scorn dishonor’s thriftless deed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still glory in a spotless name,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My wishes few, my passions tame;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still, may my native country be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dearer than foreign climes, to me:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still, may the mem’ry of my sires<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My bosom fill with patriot fires;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Awake Columbia’s spirit there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And prompt, her weal, and wo to share;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O who! that bears a human heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would basely shun an active part,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In day of danger, and of dread,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When foes their native soil invade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would mark their country drench’d in blood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor pant to join the sanguine flood.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_64" id="page_64">{64}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To die, or conquer in her cause,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And win fair virtue’s warm applause;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To plant, upon the tott’ring breach,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her eagle banner stain’d with gore;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To pour the life-stream on the beach,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere foot of foeman touch’d the shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where freedom dwells forevermore.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XXXVII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">So will her sons, supremely brave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rejoice in vict’ry or the grave;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Howe’er around the world they rove,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still, they their native soil will love;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The spark, from thee, great <span class="smcap">Washington</span>!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">First breath’d, shall warm each patriot son,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_65" id="page_65">{65}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Raise in their breasts the lasting fire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That ev’n in death, shall ne’er expire;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But, from their cold remains arise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The flame of future victories.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XXXVIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">The lay that memory, lenient goddess, lent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is ended, and my form, that fondly bent<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O’er the wild tones that swell my untaught lyre,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has ceased, extinct the momentary fire;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mute is the voice, that erewhile tuned the lays,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That sung, dear distant home, thy honest praise.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh when again, shall I thy scenes review,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And each fond tie of tenderness renew;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Roam once again, along thy lovely stream;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Court, on thy hills, the moon’s first glitt’ring beam;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_66" id="page_66">{66}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dwell on the beauties of thy landscape wide;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hear the torrent, on thy mountain side:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tired of the busy, of the bustling scene,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My wishes dwell along thy circled green;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bound o’er the intervening vast of space,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all the beauties of thy landscape trace;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tho far removed, my native grove, from thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My faithful heart midst thy wild scenes will be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When fancy lends her wings of loveliest hue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And past delights come rushing to the view;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mark the sequester’d beauties of thy vales,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And breathe again thy healthful mountain gales;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Remembrance, sweetly, every charm shall bring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That woke delight, in youth’s gay radiant spring;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dearest blessing of my life shall be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The lasting mem’ry, and the love of thee.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_67" id="page_67">{67}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="A_MOTHERS_LOVE" id="A_MOTHERS_LOVE"></a>A MOTHER’S LOVE.<br /><br /> - -<img src="images/image067.png" -width="80" -alt="" /> -</h2> - -<h3>I</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">THERE is a feeling, warm and true<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As that of seraphims above,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It sheds its balm like Hermon’s dew;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It is a tender mother’s love.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Bright is the pure incipient flame,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That warms the breast of ardent youth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And dear the passion nought can tame,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Inspired by beauty, virtue, truth.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_68" id="page_68">{68}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sweet is the sound of friendship’s voice,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That bids each pulse to rapture move;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That bids each barren scene rejoice,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But sweeter far a mother’s love.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>IV</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fond is the feeling, that inspires<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With filial love, the tender child,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With gratitude his bosom fires<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To her, who on his boyhood smil’d.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>V</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But placid, pure, and undefiled;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(By nature is the fabric wove)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By nature giv’n the savage wild,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or christian; is a mother’s love.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_69" id="page_69">{69}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h3>VI</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Mark! where of rosy health bereft,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Emaciate, wan, and deadly pale,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(The blood its dying cheek has left,)<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The infant lifts its feeble wail.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>VII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And see! the mother by its side,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sunk in dejected, tearless woe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As thro’ its veins, the ebbing tide,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She views decline, with gradual flow.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>VIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No sorrowing accent strikes the ear,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To tell the workings of her grief;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No sob is heard, no falling tear<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her burning anguish yield relief.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_70" id="page_70">{70}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h3>IX</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Tis silent, as the breathless air,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In midnight’s deepest, darkest shade;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hopeless shadow of despair,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That asks not consolation’s aid.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>X</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The infant dies!—remember’d still,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">More precious to the soul it seems,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For glowing mem’ry paints at will<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A thousand charms in fancy’s dreams.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XI</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That form, thro’ many a lapse of years,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Comes on imagination’s wing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And oft, its mother’s soul it chears,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And seems an angel’s smile to bring.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_71" id="page_71">{71}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">See yonder mother! on her breast<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In innocence her infant lays,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In smiles that mark the soul at rest;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How on his sleep she loves to gaze;<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Her soul is in her placid eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And rapture lights its beaming glance;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How softly heaves her bosom’s sigh,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In pure affection’s loveliest trance.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XIV</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That glance, the rapture of the mind,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Those sighs, her tranquil breast that move,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are pledges dear, that ever bind<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A mother’s pure, unaltered love.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_72" id="page_72">{72}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="ADDRESSED_TO_A_YOUNG_LADY" id="ADDRESSED_TO_A_YOUNG_LADY"></a> -ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY.<br /><br /> - -<img src="images/image072.png" -width="80" -alt="" /> -</h2> - -<h3>I</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">There</span> is a flower, whose modest mein<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Seems every gazer’s eye to shun;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It flourishes, and fades unseen,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Through tepid showers, or radiant sun.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Where warm affection sheds its tears,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O’er some lost friend’s remember’d tomb,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spite of the blast, its head it rears,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And seems to court the kindred gloom.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_73" id="page_73">{73}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No gay parterre its blossoms share,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It dwells not in the busy croud,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But seeks the wild heath, bleak, and bare,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or dwells in lonely solitude.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>IV</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It decks the humble, lowly dell,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Remov’d afar, from vice, and strife,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where resignation loves to dwell,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When ills betide this varying life.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>V</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Its blossoms bath’d in pearly dew,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Its drooping crest and tearful eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its lovely tints of azure hue,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are emblems dear of sympathy.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_74" id="page_74">{74}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h3>VI</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The wild bee, sips its honied store,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Disporting on, from flower, to flower;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The humming birds its sweets explore,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Shut from the precincts of the bower.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>VII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And such, fair maid, thy modest mein,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It shuns the gazer’s vulgar eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor seek’st thou, eager to be seen,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The croud, where pleasure’s vot’ries hie.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>VIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But social virtues deck thy name,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A sympathetic heart is thine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A soul that knows, nor guilt, nor shame,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Fraught with fair virtue’s power divine.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_75" id="page_75">{75}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h3>IX</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Each grace that nature can impart,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Each generous feeling, too is thine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sincerity, that foe to art,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Richer than diamond of the mine.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>X</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">May thy resemblance e’er remain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To that soft, sympathetic flower;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy hues of grace, without a stain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Await you to your latest hour.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_77" id="page_77">{77}</a></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_76" id="page_76">{76}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="STANZAS" id="STANZAS"></a>STANZAS.<br /><br /> - -<img src="images/image077.png" -width="80" -alt="" /> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Mark</span> you, the stream of the cataract pouring,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Its wild wave o’er the rock!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hear its rude sound, upon loud echo roaring;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Earth shakes beneath its shock.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bright in the vale is its silver stream gliding;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Softly it murmurs along,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweet peace on its margent presiding,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Steals the soul with her song.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_78" id="page_78">{78}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mark you the wave of the rough ocean foaming!<br /></span> -<span class="i4">While the sky is in gloom;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Death, o’er the breast of the mighty deep roaming,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Gives the poor mariner’s doom.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Riding relentless the pinions of æther!<br /></span> -<span class="i4">He aims the lightnings dart;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swells the faint cry of the desolate sailor,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Sees his spirit depart.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Calm is the breast of the tempest-toss’d ocean;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Hush’d is the thunder’s sound;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still is the fierce elemental commotion;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Soft sigh the zephyrs round;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O’er the glad scene, in its radiance appearing,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The rainbow’s hues are seen;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_79" id="page_79">{79}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sun from the clouds misty canopy peering,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Gilds the tranquil scene.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So o’er the ocean of life as we’re sailing,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Wild waves our peace annoy;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seeming, each blast of the tempest prevailing,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Hope in our breast to destroy;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The calm of tranquility, softly returning,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Quells the storms of the breast;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The rainbow of hope, in our bosom still burning,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Points to eternal rest.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_80" id="page_80">{80}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_MOONS_PALE_RAY" id="THE_MOONS_PALE_RAY"></a> -“THE MOON’s PALE RAY.”<br /><br /> - -<img src="images/image080.png" -width="80" -alt="" /> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> moon’s pale ray is smiling o’er us,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And night is joyous in her beam;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So spread around, is fancy’s dream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tho’ life’s tempestuous sea, before us.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No breeze is up, with soft commotion<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To stir the wild lake’s breast;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Our halcyon spirits rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tho’ launch’d on life’s rough heaving ocean.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_81" id="page_81">{81}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Calmly, our healthful spirits slumber<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On youth’s unruffled wave;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Tho’ soon upon our grave<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Affection’s wail may sound in sadest number.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When neath the sod our mould’ring bones are sleeping,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O! may sorrow mark the spot,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And love forget it not,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But still around our graves, be hallow’d vigils keeping.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Arround our current gay, blooms each fav’ring gift of heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And love enchanting smiles,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_82" id="page_82">{82}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">But beware of cupid’s wiles,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He shades with hues of death life’s fast approaching even.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O, may our frail bark, through smoothest seas be steering;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As yon moon’s pale placid beam,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Be our love a happy dream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And each day our kindred spirits endearing.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_83" id="page_83">{83}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="ADDRESSED_TO_A_FRIEND" id="ADDRESSED_TO_A_FRIEND"></a> -ADDRESSED TO A FRIEND.<br /><br /> - -<img src="images/image083.png" -width="80" -alt="" /> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Dark</span> night has enfolded her mantle around me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the brightness of day to oblivion consign’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No more the wild influence of passions confound me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They have fled, and tranquility reigns o’er my mind.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All nature reposed, at this moment is sleeping,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And man has forgotten the turmoils of care,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_84" id="page_84">{84}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ev’n mem’ry, entranced, o’er past happiness weeping,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the “semblance of death” imaged raptures may share.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Calm solitude’s power o’er my bosom is stealing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In whispers of peace, its monition addres’t,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Arouses each pure spark of genuine feeling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Allays every passion that ruffled my breast:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To the bright climes of fancy, where flowers ever blossom,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On the wild wing of thought, I would hurry my flight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shake off every sorrow that weighs on my bosom,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And roam with pure spirits in regions of light.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_85" id="page_85">{85}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Indulging each sweet intelectual pleasure,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That fancy’s bright dream, upon man can bestow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could I taste of the joy, in its rapturous measure,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Without you to share it? believe me ah no!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Tho’ fancy may yield her precarious blessing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Tho’ wit may enliven, and talent may glow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis <span class="smcap">Friendship</span> alone, all our sorrows redressing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yields the purest delight that man’s bosom can know.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_86" id="page_86">{86}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_ALTERD_LAY" id="THE_ALTERD_LAY"></a>THE ALTER’D LAY.<br /><br /> - -<img src="images/image086.png" -width="80" -alt="" /> -</h2> - -<h3>I</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I <span class="smcap">gave</span> the strain to wild despair,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When pleasure’s sweetest scenes had faded,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When youth’s gay dreams, so bright and fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Misfortune’s murky cloud had shaded.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But still, tho’ sorrow rul’d the song,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And grief, that gay delights would perish,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would Hope a softer note prolong,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And bid my breast her influence cherish.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_87" id="page_87">{87}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She bade me turn to each delight<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That blest with smiles life’s radiant morning,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And still her hand, with visions bright<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Was every future hour adorning.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>IV</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I counted every transient joy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That deck’d the gay and blissful season<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I, “a visionary boy,”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Disclaim’d the voice of sober reason.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>V</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And memory swell’d the alter’d lay<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With sounds of sweet, and transient gladness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They told of pleasure’s fairy sway,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In hours that mock’d intrusive sadness.—<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_88" id="page_88">{88}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h3>VI</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And there was one, in hours gone past,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whose smile was like the smile of heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When beauty’s brightest hues are cast<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Along the dress of summer even.—<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>VII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It woke, within my youthful breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Emotions dear, that never slumber,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They come when all is sunk to rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They breathe upon the sadden’d number.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>VIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The strain still lov’d to linger o’er<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The mem’ry of our happy meeting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In childhood’s wild, uncultured bower,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When heart met heart, in tender greeting.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_89" id="page_89">{89}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h3>IX</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Her form, her face, Ah what were they?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Tho’ loveliest beauties there were dwelling;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The ringlets unrestrain’d that stray’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The ruby lip with nectar swelling?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>X</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Tho’ these were fair, her lovelier mind<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Each outward beauty far exceeded,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By nature’s quick’ning power refined,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Soft Pity’s gentle voice it heeded.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XI</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And love, had been the tender name<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That swell’d our hearts in holiest union,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But ah! too young to own the flame,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We felt the bosom’s soft communion.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_90" id="page_90">{90}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sudden, again—the tremb’ling lyre<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Its sound, to sorrow’s notes surrender’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lost was remember’d rapture’s fire,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And woe seem’d in its strings engender’d.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Why changed the sound? ah why! no more<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Did rapture wake th’ inspiring measure?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why jar’d despair the accents o’er,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Dark’ning each scene of vanish’d pleasure?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XIV</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Wild shrieks the blast of heaven, round<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The grave, where all her beauties wither;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Yew-tree moans in solemn sound,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When gently stirs the ambient æther.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_91" id="page_91">{91}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XIV</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The cold sod wraps her lovely form,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That rapture to my soul imparted;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She lived in beauty! but the storm<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In early morn, life’s current thwarted.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XVI</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Where once the laughing, mirthful eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With joy’s bright beam was wont to glisten;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When time on pinions fleet went by,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And we to hope’s fond tale would listen:<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XVII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Or when the tear-drop started there,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The sympathetic gem of feeling,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And o’er that face so passing fair<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Soft pity’s sorrowing look was stealing.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_92" id="page_92">{92}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XVIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The icy worm his revel keeps,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And there, his form is dully shining,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Arround that lovely forehead creeps,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or o’er her faded cheek is twining.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XIX</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The bosom, once that heav’d with mine,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The throb of joy, or sigh of anguish,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When fancied ill, or fond delight,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Bade hope arise, or sudden languish.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XX</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sleeps silent, in the earthy grave.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No woe her angel-dreams disturbing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Misfortune’s storm there cannot rave!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No passion’s power the rest perturbing.—<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_93" id="page_93">{93}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XXI</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O be thy spirit ever near!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Attend my rude course to its closing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Melvina!—still thy name is dear,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A thousand past delights disclosing.—<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XXII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou wert to me, a kindred flower—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In nature’s garden, nurs’d together,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We grew, till in a stormy hour<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy vernal charms were doom’d to wither.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XXIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But gladness still, shall mark the strain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And hope shall point to brighter pleasure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When our torn hearts shall meet again,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In hallow’d transport’s fullest measure.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_94" id="page_94">{94}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - 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