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 iEICHAED MAEVIH. 
 
 " If I should die to-night, 
 " My friends would call to mind, with lingering thought, 
 " Some kindly deed the icy hand \$\ wrought ; 
 " Some gentle words the frozen lips had said ; 
 " Errands on which the willing feet had sped : 
 " The memory of my selfishness and pride, 
 " My hasty words would all be laid aside." 
 
 APR 18 1887 
 
 1887. 
 
 St. Paul, Minn. 
 
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 Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1887, by 
 
 RICHARD MARVIN, 
 In the office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington. 
 
 SAINT PAUL: 
 
 D. RAMALEY & SON, PRINTF-KS, 
 
 GLOBE BUILDING. 
 
PREFACE BY THE AUTHOR. 
 
 This volume is published without any expectation 
 that it will find its way to other than a very lim- 
 ited circle of readers. Written at intervals, during 
 the past fifty-live years, without thought of their 
 publication collectively, many of them would have 
 been forgotten but for the interest felt by those who 
 had preserved them for the sake of the writer. It 
 was not until recently that the idea of publication 
 suggested itself, and then only with the thought 
 that it might be the means, in after years, of bring- 
 ing before his children's children the memory and 
 life associations of one, the closing years of whose 
 life they would alone remember. 
 
 Intended chiefly as a souvenir, the author will be 
 content that his production shall be read by the few : 
 should it, however, be read more extensively than 
 he anticipates, the shock of the surprise would prob- 
 ably not render him incapable of receiving it as a 
 pleasure. Conscious as the writer is of his inability 
 to reach even his own ideal, and with enough self- 
 criticism to anticipate failure, the mere accident of 
 success would probably fail to make him less self- 
 critical. 
 
The verses towards the end of the volume were 
 written on the other side of the Atlantic, the last 
 one inserted was written in the year 1832, and was 
 printed, in the author's boyhood, in an annual pub- 
 lished in his native town. 
 
 Some of the earlier poems, which will be found at 
 the end of the volume would have been omitted but 
 for the force of associations which the author felt 
 unwilling- to forego. The book contains nearly all 
 the shorter poems he ever wrote, and also brief ex- 
 tracts from some of greater length, the insertion of 
 which as a whole would have made the volume 
 larger than would have suited his purpose. 
 
 Quite a number of those which are inserted were 
 published, at the time they were written, in the local 
 press, either here or on the other side of the Atlantic, 
 
 It. MARVIN. 
 
 St. Paul, Minn., 1W7. 
 
DEDICATION. 
 
 Should an author know of one who had never 
 failed in appreciation of his virtues, in charity for 
 his foibles, in full partnership and sympathy, as well 
 with the sorrows as the joys of his life, it would 
 be most fitting that he should dedicate his work to 
 such an one: Therefore would I, as I do, dedicate 
 this little volume, the record of much that we have 
 known and felt in common, to my best and truest 
 earthly friend, the companion and wife of my youth, 
 
 The Companion and Wife of My Age. 
 
INDEX. 
 
 Abide with Thee ? - 110 
 
 A Dream ------ 25 
 
 A Landscape ------ 68 
 
 A Memory of Childhood - 94 
 
 A Minnesota Snnset ----- 49 
 
 An Appeal ------ 137 
 
 An Autumn Scene - - - - -132 
 
 An Invocation ----- 14 
 
 Anticipations ------ 104 
 
 A Reminiscence ----- 66 
 
 A Shipwreck ----- 78 
 
 A Summer Evening - 139 
 
 Be Patient Still - - 106 
 
 Benlah - 108 
 
 Charity ------ 19 
 
 Charity's True Mission 40 
 
 Chastened Sorrow ----- 57 
 
 Dreamland - 33 
 
 Fancy - - - 102 
 
 Farewell to A. R. 117 
 
 Gentleness ------ 29 
 
 Half-Memories 89 
 
 Haunts of the Druids - 70 
 
 Human Pride ------ 97 
 
 H. K. White 121 
 
INDEX. 
 
 Life 105 
 
 Life's Mental Spings 91 
 
 Light at Even-tide - 88 
 
 Lingering Memories 38 
 
 Love -._.._ 75 
 
 Midnight ---:.. 22 
 
 "Neither do I Condemn Thee" - 62 
 
 "0 ! Give me Music for my Soul Doth Faint" 58 
 
 Oh ! Why should Jaded Memory Linger ? - 85 
 
 "0, Look, my Son, upon yon Sign" - - IT 
 
 On the Sudden Death of a Friend - - 126 
 
 Phoebus and the Cloud - 60 
 
 "Reply to a Young Lady" - - - 113 
 
 Retrospection - - - - - 12 
 
 Song, "I love with a Love" - - - 138 
 
 Song of the Bells - - - - 141 
 
 Song, "Softly float, Gentle Breezes" - - 140 
 
 Sonnet, "Eyes oft may weep" - 35 
 
 Sonnet, "Thy Voice was ever Sweet" 48 
 
 Sonnet to Sleep ----- 81 
 
 Stanzas to H. - - - - - 50" 
 
 Stanzas, "We would not forego." 36 
 
 Still let me Dream - 10 
 
 The Inner Life ----- 21 
 
 The Lark - - - - - - 76 
 
 The late Prince Imperial - - - - 90 
 
 The Maniac - - - 124 
 
 The Miser ------ 98 
 
INDEX 
 
 The Minstrel's Farewell - - 72 
 
 The Nightingale ----- 86 
 
 The Voice of Ocean - 9 
 
 Think of Me 136 
 
 Thomas Moore -_-._. 50 
 
 Thoughts at Midnight - 42 
 
 To a Friend - - - - - 112 
 
 To an Infant at Play - 143 
 
 To a Withered Leaf - - - - 130 
 
 To H. 135 
 
 To May ------ 128 
 
 To Minnesota ----- 99 
 
 To my Wife - -54 
 
 To October - - 122 
 
 To the City of St. Paul - 82 
 
 To W: F. M. 119 
 
 Tribute to the Rev. J. P. Morsel 1 - 30 
 
 True Nobility - 64 
 
 Twain and Yet One - 34 
 
 Uncharity - 92 
 
 Unrest ... - 63 
 
 Weariness - - - - - - 53 
 
 We'll Dwell with the Past - 115 
 
 W r e're Growing Old - 28 
 
 "What's in a Name" - - - 44 
 
 Womanly Woman - - - - 16 
 
 Woman's Charity ----- 32 
 
 Written for H. - - - - - 134 
 
 Written on the Atlantic - - - - 100 
 
 Written on the Mississippi - 69 
 
ana g*fc£art pf^eoFdlp, 
 
 THE VOICE OF OCEAN. 
 
 I hear the voice of ocean as when first 
 
 It reached my soul, and welcomed new-born 
 thought, 
 
 Swathing it with a harmony untaught 
 In dreams that oft had left my soul athirst; 
 
 New phase of gladness to my life was brought 
 With the full chords which on my senses burst! 
 
 And so I hear the rhythm of men's dreams, 
 
 From the deep sea of melody, which seems 
 To girdle earth with waves of living son erf 
 
 I keep the softened echoes in my soul! 
 I hear their living murmurs all along 
 
 The shore of life, as on the wavelets roll! 
 Sweet undertones of thought; they glide among 
 
 The springs of memory which my life control I 
 
10 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 
 
 STILL LET ME DREAM. 
 
 Still let me dream, 
 Though my worn feet may never tread 
 Th' enchanted realm where, tempting, gleam 
 The visions which mv feet have led ! 
 
 What if my thought 
 An ignis fatuus doth see! 
 And by its wayward light hath sought 
 What but a mirage proves to be? 
 
 Still let me wear, 
 Though shadowed oft by drifting cloud, 
 In heart, and life, the semblance fair 
 Of that to which my soul hath bow T ed ! 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 11 
 
 My dreams are mine! 
 They know no commonwealth of dreams ! 
 The stimulant of thought, the wine 
 Of fancy's life in silence gleams ! 
 
 Brief is life's span ! 
 Briefly realities, or dreams, 
 Shall here engage the thought of man ; 
 Full soon shall fade— what is— what seems! 
 
 But ne'er shall fade, 
 The scenes beyond death's dreamless sleep! 
 That pledge, divine, which Heaven hath made, 
 Eternal truth will surely keep! 
 
12 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 
 
 RETROSPECTION. 
 
 [From The Priesthills, a poem by the Author.] 
 
 Come, Poesy ! wreathe me a chaplet of flowers 
 To crown with its fragrance life's lingering hours, 
 Come, bathe weary thought in the roseate light 
 That tinted life's morning with hues of delight, 
 And fling softened rays o'er a pathway of pain 
 Where naught of my youth but its menvries remain ! 
 
 In dreams of the day, in silence of night, 
 I have lived in thy presence, and welcomed the light 
 Of thy lingering glance, which, shining afar, 
 First dawned on my life like a wakening star; 
 Have felt thy warm breath like the promise of spring, 
 And lived in the fragrance thy kisses would bring! 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 13 
 
 Lay the wreath, in its, freshness, on memory's brow 
 As she mingles the past with the swift passing now, 
 Till not a loved haunt 'neath the glory of day, 
 Nor a star-lighted vale shall be hidden away, 
 Till the heart shall grow young with the merry 
 
 spring-time, 
 And winter recede for the roses to climb! 
 
 Now glide o'er my spirit, though distant they seem, 
 The strains which inspired my first lingering dream; 
 Faint now is the murmur, like distant farewell, 
 Of voices whose music their welcome would tell, 
 But the tones are undying, that music was rife 
 In the far-away days, with the welcome of life! 
 
14 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 
 
 AN INVOCATION 
 
 Come, spirit of beauty, and spirit of grace; 
 
 Come now, on the wings of the zephyr, to me ; 
 My soul's mystic longings, in vision, would trace 
 
 The haunts ye have chosen by mountain and sea! 
 
 Twin sisters — ubiquitous— find ye your dwelling 
 Where palms tower in beauty, or wild vines enlace? 
 
 Where dew-drop doth sparkle, or wild waves are 
 swelling? 
 With nature's lone atom, or measureless space? 
 
 ! swift corruscations of purified thought, 
 On wings, ever viewless, now bear me away 
 
 Till the soul's bounding pulses in peace shall be 
 taught 
 To rest in the light of a shadowless day ! 
 
 Let me rise to the heights of the visions I covet, 
 Inspired by the strains that my spirit shall hear; 
 
 Looking down on the world, as I linger above it, 
 From halo that girdles invisible sphere! 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 15 
 
 Sweet visions of beauty! ineffable strains! 
 
 Your soul-stirring meaning my fancy would trace 
 Come, breathe o'er the yearning that ever remains 
 
 For earth's living harmonies, beauty and grace! 
 
 What visions entrancing! what melodies rare 
 Now dawn on the senses, and rapture the soul ! 
 
 The music that floats on the ambient air, 
 Now holds the heart's pulses in willing control ! 
 
 Each whisper that comes as twilight doth linger 
 Each sigh that is wafted from spirit unseen, 
 
 Obeys the behest of invisible finder, 
 And mingles its music with that which has been! 
 
16 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 
 
 WOMANLY WOMAN. 
 
 No smile so sweet, no love so pure and deep, 
 
 No grace so royal is, no truth so true; 
 
 No human light of life shines through and through 
 The realm of human weal, as thine, to keep 
 
 Of human sympathy, the light aglow! 
 Thine the un self that will not — may not— sleep; 
 
 Thine the monopoly of that sweet flow 
 
 Of prescient gentleness that well doth know 
 The grief— unspoken— of a storm-tossed soul ! 
 'Tis thine, with gentle touch, the Aveight to roll 
 
 From off the pulses of a weary heart! 
 Thy weakness full of strength, thy courage leal and 
 true, 
 
 And thou, unconscious of the artless art 
 That gives to thee a strength man never knew ! 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 11 
 
 " look, my son, upon yon sign 
 Of the Redeemer's grace divine ! " 
 
 — Scott's Harm ion. 
 
 Oli ! lift — my son !— thy glazing eve, 
 To lifted cross, ere thou shalt die; 
 This token of a Saviour nigh- 
 Memento of the crucified— 
 The thorn-crowned head, the wounded side, 
 The sin-atoning crimson title! 
 
 This struggle can but briefly last — 
 Oh ! why should spectres of the past 
 Crowd round a life that ebbs so fast? 
 
 Still doth his soul the dregs re-taste? 
 My son! why thus the moments waste? — 
 And, why,— death!— thy needless haste? 
 
18 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 
 
 Oh! lift thine heart to heavenly shrine 
 See now the pity— all divine- 
 Set forth for thee in this mute sign! 
 
 I plead — I pray — I yearn — for thee — 
 The dying, pleading, Christ to see! 
 One glance of faith thy soul to free ! 
 
 With struggling hope, with grief unmanned, 
 
 In agony of hope, I stand ! 
 
 Oh ! lift — but once — thy dying hand ! 
 
 Take to thy soul the love benign — 
 
 ****** 
 
 Oh ! God of pity ! Christ divine ! 
 
 He dies! "He dies! and makes no sign!-' 
 
fJFE AND HEART RECORDS, 19 
 
 CHARITY 
 
 Hail to the queen, of brow serene! 
 
 Whose feet are clothed with grace, 
 Whose Angers twine in their own sunshine, 
 
 Crowns for an uncrowned race! 
 Through all earth's strife, enfolds her life 
 
 Infinitude divine! 
 The priceless worth of heavenly birth 
 
 Through all her years doth shine! 
 When Eden's scene, with cloudless sheen 
 
 Of pure and peaceful day 
 Was left afar, and the morning star 
 
 Of life had lost its ray, 
 The first sad pair from dark despair 
 
 Her presence shielded still, 
 And pledged each heart till death should part, 
 
 To share each earthly ill. 
 With music still her voice doth fill 
 
20 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 
 
 A world of smiles and tears, 
 With soothing strains for human pains, 
 
 And hope for human fears. 
 Of sight and sound, in all the round 
 
 Of beautiful or sweet, 
 Types of her face, and winning grace 
 
 Our willing senses meet! 
 A flower, its cup e'er fillet h up 
 
 With dew of Hermon's sod! 
 A censer, it swings, and fragrance flings 
 
 Through the universe of God ! 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS, 21 
 
 THE INNER LIFE. 
 
 Who knows the weary steps she takes 
 As era vps the soul for rest? 
 
 The giddy heights her vision scans, 
 In life's unceasing quest? 
 
 The varied hues of fancy's dream 
 O'er heart-shrines that she rears? 
 
 The rainbows she has wandered o'er, 
 Arch sprung from smiles to tears? 
 
 The gentle thoughts a grave that find 
 'Neath the world's surging tide? 
 
 The wounded hopes that die behind 
 A panoply of pride? 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS, 
 
 MIDNIGHT. 
 
 Day, which erewhile in twilight slept, sinks now in 
 
 deepest night; 
 With folded wings in silence dies, or like some weary 
 
 sprite, 
 Steals from the scene, a shadowy thing, away from 
 
 weal, or wreck 
 Of human hearts, and human hopes that fluttered 
 
 at its beck. 
 
 The record of its flying hours how many hearts have 
 
 kept ; 
 To some burnt in with living fire till tears were all 
 
 unwept ; 
 To some a lightning flash of joy that darkened 
 
 into night, 
 And left the soul a blighted thing ere ceased the 
 
 hours of light ; 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 23 
 
 To some, a point of destiny, on which in silence, 
 
 hung 
 Magnets to tune the chords of soul or leave them 
 
 all unstrung; 
 Or "cords of love" the life to draw to truth's 
 
 supernal spring, 
 Where faith should drink and hope should plume 
 
 an ever youthful wing. 
 
 I know not, and I would not know, the deep and 
 
 folded grief 
 To which those vanished hours had brought fresh 
 
 pain or sweet relief; 
 What heart its own deep sorrow hi secret had to 
 
 bear, 
 Or voiced o'erfiowing anguish in accents of despair ; 
 
 What heart had pledged the spirit's truth for prom- 
 ise of a dream, 
 
 And bartered life's true promise for that which did 
 but seem ! 
 
 For tinsel sold a birthright whose worth was all 
 untold, 
 
 And gathered to itself earth's clay instead of 
 burnished gold! 
 
24 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 
 
 God only knows; and it is best that he alone should 
 
 know 
 
 Kacli moment's changeless record of joy, or speech- 
 less woe! 
 
 His heart, all infinite, doth feel the struggles of 
 each heart, 
 
 And to the soul that seeks his aid will needed 
 strength impart! 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 25 
 
 A DREAM 
 
 'Twas but a dream !— beloved one— 
 
 A transient, baseless dream ! 
 We stood, as in the years long gone, 
 When youth's warm light was still our own. 
 
 By Avon's gentle stream. 
 
 Again, the castle's lofty tower 
 
 Seemed lit with glowing flame, 
 For golden light of sunset hour 
 O'er burnished leaf, and closing flower 
 With blending glory came. 
 
 We knew not, then, what stranger hands 
 
 Into our lives should weave 
 The complex, many-colored strands, 
 Whose fibres, touched by thousand wands, 
 
 Their changeless hues should leave! 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 
 
 'Twas but a dream of yester-night, 
 
 But glowing youth was thine; 
 Thy raven hair — now snowy white— 
 Seemed ne'er so rich, and ne'er so bright, 
 And joyous youth was mine! 
 
 Silence, alone, that joy could tell, 
 
 Too soon 'twas changed to pain! 
 A whisper came— 'twas like a knell— 
 "Take — each — a final, sad farewell, 
 Ye ne'er shall meet again!" 
 
 A flat, dread, each seemed to hear. 
 
 That each must all resign 
 That made, for both, the world so dear 
 And left it now all dread and drear, 
 
 Thy heart was crushed as mine! 
 
 With clinging, pitying, lingering clasp 
 Each held the other's heart; 
 
 Fate seemed, like virus of the asp. 
 Each life to fold in stifling grasp. 
 
 For death alone could part! 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 21 
 
 Trembling, I woke with moaning cry, 
 
 And scarcely could I deem 
 But that our feet still lingered by 
 The Avon, 'neath that sunset sky, 
 . So lingered still the dream! 
 
 'Tvvas but a dream, beloved one! 
 
 For many a sunset fair, 
 And many a joy, and grief, we've known, 
 Blending our lives in heart and tone, 
 
 Since last we lingered there! 
 
28 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 
 
 WE'RE GROWING OLD. 
 
 To H. 
 We're growing old, and yet we love to linger 
 
 O'er prophecies of youth but half fulfilled ; 
 To trace the touch of fancy's youthful finger, 
 
 In life's unfolding problem little skilled. 
 
 To plume ourselves, on lessons— our selection— 
 From out the process of the living past ; 
 
 And safer feel with amulet's protection 
 Plucked from the crucible through which we passed. 
 
 Wiser we are, but what has wisdom brought us. 
 
 Outside the one unshrinking, tender, tie 
 That held our lives long ere the world had taught us 
 
 That all of earth besides was vanity? 
 
 One lesson we have learned, yet. scarcely needed, 
 For e'en in youth, its alpha we had known. 
 
 That, as with time, earth's promise has receded, 
 The nearer to each other we have grown. 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 29 
 
 GENTLENESS. 
 
 Should clashing interests disturb 
 The ocean of true peace, or curb 
 The current of the soul's desires, 
 7 Tis brave to flash, from beacon fires, 
 The light of human kindness o'er 
 The ruffled waves, from either shore! 
 
 In gentle chords life finds true life, 
 
 The music of true being, rife 
 With sweetest harmonies, that o'er 
 The flush of passion blend their power, 
 
 And leave no dissonance to fling 
 
 A discord o'er one trembling string. 
 
30 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 
 
 (From the Leicester Chronicle and Leicestershire .Mercury. December, 1885.) 
 
 AMERICAN TRIBUTE TO THE LATE REV. 
 J. P. MURSELL. 
 
 Link with the past ; how distant seems the time 
 When first, thy glowing thought entranced my 
 youth; 
 
 Thy years were yet apart from manhood's prime 
 When thou didst leap to wrestle for the truth! 
 
 Prophetic were the promptings of thy soul; 
 
 Thy vision saw, in the unfolding- years, 
 The lingering clouds away in silence roll 
 
 That floated long o'er freedom's hopes and fears. 
 
 Thy thought was beautiful! 'twas like a stream 
 Whose rapid current glowed with flashing light! 
 
 That thought gave rainbow 7 hues till all thy theme 
 Seized on the soul, and chained its young delight ! 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 31 
 
 'Twere hard to think such powers could e'er decay 
 Such poetry of youth could yield to age, 
 
 That death's cold hand, e'en in a far off day, 
 Thy life would close, and fold its latest page. 
 
 But music of thy thought doth still abide ! 
 
 Where clear, bright distance meets the boundless 
 blue, 
 Our heart recalls, beyond old ocean's tide, 
 
 Thy life, thy thought, to truth and freedom true ! 
 
 R. Marvin. 
 
 St. Paul, Minnesota, Nov. 22, 1885. 
 
LIFE A XD HEART RECORDS. 
 
 WOMAN'S CHARITY. 
 
 Blest hands that gather up the thorns 
 Which lie in wait for human feet! 
 
 And shrink not when the worldling scorns 
 Earth's sin and agony to meet ! 
 
 Dear gentle hands! full oft they bleed 
 With the sharp thorns their fingers press, 
 
 As pity flies to misery's need, 
 And oft unblessed, still waits to bless! ' 
 
 Sweet tones! your music oft recalls 
 Life's fading light to dying eyes, 
 
 A light which, when the shadow falls, 
 Shall be rekindled in the skies! 
 
 The gentle touch, the tender tone, 
 That play in life their guileless part, 
 
 Are strands which, through the years unknown. 
 Shall surely bind to God's own heart! 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS, S3 
 
 DREAMLAND. 
 
 A mystic realm where spirit, of caprice 
 
 Wields silent power, in earth and changeful sky ; 
 Transforms all space, and gives no reason why; 
 Holds truth in bonds unseen, gives no release 
 To reason's fettered limbs, while strife, and peace, 
 Uncounted gain, inexplicable loss, 
 Love, and unbridled hate, cross and recross, 
 Or melt into each other. Now increase 
 
 Mysterious groups, while forms that in the years 
 No memory had recalled, link hands again, 
 
 And waken laughter or unbidden tears; 
 Life's bygone joys, and Oh ! its torturing pain 
 Challenge, alike, the unsuspecting thought 
 With shadowy mysteries, to the vision brought! 
 
34 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 
 
 TWAIN AND YET ONE! 
 
 Precious anomaly ! twain yet but one ! 
 
 Apart, yet blended, heart and hope and care, 
 Each life the others, yet, each life its own, 
 
 Each finds best life the other's life to share; 
 One in faith's calm, abiding-, changeless rest; 
 
 In each there glows the reflex of a life 
 Whose heartbeats throb within the other's breast. 
 
 Alike with husband and with cherished wife. 
 One in a deep, unfailing, tender love, 
 
 Twain only in love's object: Each prefers 
 The other, for the sweetest tones which move 
 
 An echo in his heart are born in hers! 
 Each heart keeps time in harmony with each, 
 One blended melody through life to teach! 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 35 
 
 SONNET. 
 
 Eyes oft may weep when never weeps the heart, 
 
 And oft are dry when waiting, scalding, tears 
 
 Rush back upon the heart with grief of years 
 New fever to its pulses to impart, 
 While, ever and anon, shadows may start 
 
 From nebulae of thousand shapeless fears. 
 The ready tear outstrips the pace of woe, 
 
 Till foiled and hindered in the bootless race 
 To reach the heart, grief wields but feeble blow, 
 
 And leaves no mark on soul or smiling face. 
 0! ready tears! your fountains lie not deep; 
 
 For should a transient sorrow seem to lower, 
 Beneath those lids the clouds would surely creep, 
 
 And quickly would exude the plenteous shower! 
 
36 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 
 
 STANZAS. 
 
 We would not forego — we could not forget— 
 The light that doth linger with memory yet; 
 
 The warmth that we crave for life's winter, forsooth, 
 We'll borrow awhile from the sunshine of youth! 
 
 Come back with me now through the vista of years. 
 We'll join in the laughter, ignoring the tears; 
 
 We'll gather the honey, forgetting the sting, 
 Outriding the pain in the pleasure 'twill bring! 
 
 Sec the fruit in its beauty! look not to the core! 
 
 Delaying life's gladness, this life will be o'er! 
 Let the glamour of joy still cover each ill, 
 
 And the gems that were false, be they gems to 
 us still. 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 31 
 
 What matter its foibles? What matter its truth? 
 
 The sheen of young fancy that gilded our youth 
 Still beckons us back from a winter of cares, 
 
 Concealing the truth in the smile that she wears ! 
 
 Ah ! memory— siren— the past is not all ! 
 
 E'en fancy is powerless its warmth to recall; 
 Glows yonder the light that shall revel in truth, 
 
 To banish our winter, and give back our youth! 
 
38 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 
 
 LINGERING MEMORIES. 
 
 Farewell, thou land of vernal showers. 
 
 Of sunlight soft, and fairest flowers; 
 Garden of vernal beauty, where, 
 Art vies with art, in beauty rare, 
 
 And ocean folds in twining arms 
 
 The glory of thy matchless charms ! 
 
 Farewell ! sweet stream ! — to me more dear 
 Whose eyes the circling eddies there 
 Had watched for many a dreamy hour, 
 As childhood bowed to fancy's power — 
 Than to the eyes that now may trace 
 Thy gentle flow, and winding grace! 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 39 
 
 Good bye! old tower! to upper air 
 I'll climb no more thy winding stair, 
 From whence, in softened light, serene, 
 The distant hills were dimly seen, 
 As though, at midday, twilight's hour 
 Had thrown a veil o'er leaf and flower! 
 
 Good bye! old bells! the rhythmic chime 
 That lured young thought to many a rhyme, 
 
 Rings on the evening air again; 
 
 And softly steals o'er heart and brain, 
 In saddest strains, or merriest lays, 
 The music, sweet, of parted days ! 
 
40 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 
 
 CHARITY'S TRUK MISSION. 
 
 Love strengthens with faith the wings of the soul, 
 And plumes them with hope in their flight to the goal 
 Of humanity's highest and holiest aims, 
 Nor ritual asks— nor creed— that her claims 
 To gladden the earth with a life-giving joy, 
 Should be theirs to command, or theirs to denv. 
 
 Humility clothes her with soft, tender, light, 
 
 As she stoops to the shadows of sorrow's dim night; 
 
 No truth she surrenders, yet delicate art 
 
 Guides her touch as she binds up the wounds of 
 
 the heart; 
 She waits not for password, she brings not a creed 
 To the innermost core of humanity's need. 
 
L1EE AND HEART RECORDS. 41 
 
 The springs of the soul that are hidden away 
 From the ken of the world, from the glory of day, 
 Springs latent with life, though crusted all o'er 
 With mem'ries, unhealed, of many a sore, 
 Will welcome her touch till mem'ries of pain 
 Shall leave them to vibrate with gladness again. 
 
 Love follows the windings of motive and thought 
 Through channels oi darkness, with spectres 
 
 distraught ; 
 Through countless illusions that darken the way, 
 She points, with a smile, to the deepening ray 
 Of hope, ever beaming, a radiant star, 
 Whose light is eternal, and shineth afar. 
 
42 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 
 
 THOUGHTS AT MIDNIGHT. 
 
 (During Sickness.) 
 
 Thought wears, to-night, the shroud of vanished 
 
 time, 
 And in that wierd habiliment, doth rob 
 The life of fancy of each sentient throb 
 Which, disenthralled, to wonted heights might 
 
 climb ! 
 
 0! possibilities! ye once seemed worth. 
 For the dim future, all the soul's warm strife! 
 Why, from her grasp, falls now, the gauge of life? 
 Why, from her vision, shrinks the dream of earth? 
 
 Why mingles cypress where the heart would twine 
 A living wreath to crown some future day? 
 Why pales the latent light, whose peaceful ray 
 With life's last twilight might serenely shine? 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 43 
 
 Death wears no frown ; 'twill give true life, prolonged 
 Where earth's best fellowship, a lengthened chain. 
 Shall wind its links around the soul a«;ain 
 As she shall stand, this lesser life, beyond ! 
 
 The gauge of life will then be her's again, 
 
 And strength of youth shall know no waning there ; 
 
 Immortal solvent; the pure atmosphere 
 
 Will clear each doubt, and cure each mental pain ! 
 
 Earth's shadows, then, will be so far aw T ay, 
 These sleepless midnights will be to the scene 
 Of memory's range, as though they had not been. 
 And life's best thoughts shall live in cloudless day! 
 
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 WHAT'S IN A NAME." 
 
 "A rose by any other name would smell as sweet." 
 
 — Romeo and Julie 1 . 
 
 Shakespeare! for once, thy living muse could miss 
 The soft, sweat fragrance of the sacred kiss ! 
 Sweet Juliet, thy maiden archness once 
 Missed the true mark, and Juliet was a dunce! 
 By many a joy that marked the far-off days 
 When these feet trod the rose-environed ways 
 Which led from Learn to Avon, thence by walls 
 Of Warwick's lordly towers, whence wierdly falls 
 On fancy's ear, the voice of bygone years 
 That spake in tumult wild to human fears; 
 By Lucy's ancient halls, where Stratford's fane 
 First met my sight, by memories that gain 
 The mastery of thought, still shaft thou claim, 
 Sweet rose! the music of thy changeless name! 
 Ere Waller sang, or Moore twined his last rose, 
 Or breathed in music where the south wind blows. 
 Ere Romeo loved, or Avon's bard was born, 
 Thy fragrance bathed the wings of dewv morn, 
 
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 And thy dear name, symbol of maiden's truth, 
 Was whispered in the waking dreams of youth ! 
 Sweeter than sensuous fragrance that exhales 
 From hedgerows green which intersect the vales 
 Whose lines of beauty— skirting Avon's stream- 
 Fling forth bird notes like music in a dream ; 
 Richer than perfume lingering o'er the fields 
 Of living roses — as the orient yields 
 Her wealth of prisoned sweetness for a world 
 Where fashion reigns, bejeweled and im pearled — 
 Come the sweet mem'ries of the parted years, 
 Drifted through phases— oft— of hopes and fears, 
 And bring dear names with cherished thoughts 
 
 along, 
 Enshrined in deathless glow of poet's song; 
 Or wrapped in shadow, in the sombre shroud 
 Of some lone heart amidst a living crowd ! 
 Sweet rose — sweet name — what inem'ries round thee 
 
 play, 
 Moving to music of some far-off day! 
 Ages agone, thou wast a petted child, 
 A cherished gem with Chaucer's undeflled ! 
 Come now, like incense, to the soul's pure dream, 
 And prompt its worship of some sacred stream 
 Where loved mementos on its current glide 
 And soothe with memory's strains life's restless tide! 
 Still dost thou wake the perfume of the years, 
 Bathed with their sunshine, or their dewy tears; 
 
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 Invoking still what meets the soul's deep sense 
 Of fragrance and of music ; bearing hence 
 Athwart each phase of life, the soul, o'ercast 
 With yearning wish to fellowship the past. 
 Association! power that blends, at will, 
 Life's lingering joys in one sweet circle still; 
 Loose not a link that binds each joy to joy, 
 Retouch with present life the long gone by! 
 Let not a tendril shrink from firm embrace 
 As the soul's chords with all the past enlace! 
 Leave out no name, no memory that can call 
 From out the shadows that must surely fall 
 Around each life— by touch of sorrow taught— 
 The yearning fellowship of treasured thought! 
 Sweet rose! thou gem of poet's tender theme, 
 Brief is thy stay, as Angel's in a dream ! 
 The lavish fragrance of thy brief career 
 Exhausts thy life, and ends its beauty fair; 
 Too fair to linger when the orb of clay 
 In highest heaven pursues his burning way, 
 When Sirius — brightest star — the sun obeys, 
 To rise, or set, with his imperious rays. 
 Yet while thy lingering beauty seems to die, 
 A living fragrance doth salute the sky, 
 And still, with perfume of the dying flower, 
 Thy name shall triumph o'er the fateful hour; 
 This, with the melody of memory's strain 
 Shall blend its cherished resonance again; 
 
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 That, on the breeze its sweetness still shall pour 
 When glowing tints shall meet the eye no more! 
 Still shall the May-birds flush the fitful breeze 
 With music drifted o'er the daisied leas, 
 When past shall be the blossom of thy life, 
 And Flora's reign shall yield to wintry strife, 
 For then shall fancy waft thy fragrance still, 
 From perfumed valley, o'er the breeze-swept hill, 
 Still, foliage dense shall deepen on the scene, 
 And June's warm touch impart a deeper green ; 
 Thy colours, still, shall bring their gay relief 
 To moss-clad stem, to graceful taper leaf; 
 Still shalt thou blush as dewy morn appears 
 To meet thy waking with her dewy tears, 
 And as thou wakest when the glowing sun 
 Peeps o'er the misty hills, enswathed in dun, 
 Thy voiceless petals shall unfold, and claim 
 The soft, sweet cadence of thy changeless name ! 
 
4$ LIFE Atii) HEABT tiECOKlhS. 
 
 SONNET. 
 
 Thy voice was over sweet! When first its tone 
 Fell on my ear, 'twas prelude to a song 
 Whose music, since, has cheered my life along 
 
 The many changing years that we have known! 
 
 Like harp of old its tender chords, alone, 
 Drove back the waiting shadows that were rife 
 To fold their pinions round a saddened life! 
 
 Absent from thee, echo was still my own, 
 And from the past I heard sweet tones, that o'er 
 
 My spirit's eager thought, at call, would come 
 To live in music at my heart's dec]) core; 
 
 And with it came the light of home — sweet home — 
 A radiant arch athwart the deep blue sea, 
 O'er which my steadfast thought e'er came to thee! 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 49 
 
 A MINNESOTA SUNSET. 
 
 The rainbow hath its wealth of gorgeous hues 
 
 Kissed into beauty by the glowing sun; 
 
 Each tint, in soft gradation melting, glides 
 
 Into the hues above, beneath ; each tint and shade 
 
 The sun has stereotyped in nature's tears, 
 
 Since the first arch of promise spanned the heavens, 
 
 And smiled in beauty on a waking world. 
 
 Not thus the mingling light and shade that give 
 
 Such weird, fantastic shapes to yonder clouds, 
 
 And drape with changing hues the glowing skyj 
 
 Eye, heart, and soul catch the unfolding forms 
 
 Of beauty's true, unmeasured, artless art; 
 
 The tint and foam of ocean here are seen, 
 
 And the soft amber of the dying woods. 
 
 There, scattered far and wide, are tints that dwell 
 
 With sheen of sunshine, or with lurid storm, 
 
 Shadow of cavern deep, and light that dwells 
 
 With the lone silence of the mountain peak. 
 
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 Here, neutral tints, flecking the golden zones 
 Which span majestic forms, give contrasts rare; 
 There, cavalcades with glory in their train, 
 Move on in path of strange, unearthly light ! 
 Anon— the colors blend, and shade with shade, 
 On fleec t v canvas of the sleeping clouds, 
 Gather new combinations, contrasts rare, 
 Pictures beyond the range of human art, 
 Outlined with sheen of silver or of gold. 
 What strange transitions — poetry of change- 
 Quicken the pulse with sense of beauty's power ! 
 What transmutations, subtle, cheat the sight 
 With movements graceful as when forms of light 
 Wait on our dreams, or countless harmonies 
 Whose movements time the pulses of the soul ! 
 And now the eye — entranced — fears every change! 
 Lest chaos should dissolve the vision rare, 
 Yet finds a rarer beauty in the change. 
 The mountain masses, in each glowing phase, 
 Seem still at beck of beauty's hidden power, 
 Which moulds their forms to shapes of beauty still! 
 Now doth the artist sun, beneath the clouds, 
 Behind the ramparts of earth's fading hills, 
 Scan from his bed the glory he has given 
 To vapour mountains swathed with burnished gold, 
 And purpling bases of dissolving hills ! 
 Anon, the rifts that pierce their crumbling sides, 
 With arches crowned, reveal new scenes beyond, 
 
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 Stretches of azure on to regions where, 
 In dim perspective, range celestial hills! 
 'Tis more than joy, 'tis ecstacy that waits 
 On this broad panorama of the sky ; 
 Joy un defined, still waiting for a sense 
 Of beauty which 'outstrips its present ken ; 
 A longiug, aching, wish, the joy to share 
 Of vision, with the world ! 
 
 But twilight comes! 
 These glorious forms must fade! The evening star, 
 Close by the crescent moon, the signal gives 
 Which breaks the spell for earth and changing sky ! 
 Amber and crimson, purple, azure, gold, 
 Put off their robes of light, and cease to glow 
 As night enfolds them with her shadowy wing! 
 
52 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 
 
 THOMAS MOORE. 
 
 [Written on the Centenary of his birth— May 28, 1879.] 
 
 O! harp! that once with music filled 
 
 A world of glowing thought. 
 Whose sadness hushed, whose numbers thrilled 
 
 As grief or gladness taught! 
 
 Blent with thy strains, in beauty seemed 
 The flowers of earth to twine, 
 
 The orient star more brightly beamed 
 With orison of thine! 
 
 The glance of beauty, 'neath thy spell, 
 
 More beautiful became 
 As twilight shadows softly fell 
 
 To shield a new-born flame! 
 
 In every clime thy strains could wake 
 The charm of halcyon hours, 
 
 As heart would crave its thirst to slake 
 From dew of earth-born flowers ! 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 53 
 
 WEARINESS. 
 
 My soul craves rest, the crucible 
 
 Through which life's weary thought has passed, 
 Has drained the heart, yet left it full 
 
 Of memories that with life shall last! 
 
 Thought's scanty harvest seems to laugh 
 At jaded strength, that scarce can wield 
 
 A worn-out sickle o'er the half 
 Decaying fruit of life's worn field! 
 
 And yet, in patience, I would bear 
 This conscious sense of life's decay ; 
 
 My sadness, let to-morrow wear, 
 Come, rest, my weary heart, to-day! 
 
54 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 
 
 TO MY WIFE. 
 
 Once more that strain, which oft at even 
 
 Our voices blended o'er the sea, 
 Ere Time's unshrinking hand had given 
 
 His seal of pain to you and me ! 
 
 Life's autumn, o'er our pathway stealing, 
 A lengthened train of shadows brings, 
 
 And yet thine heart, with spring-time feeling, 
 A sunbeam o'er each shadow flings! 
 
 ''Our web of life how strangely woven," 
 Our chords of sonl how oft unstrung; 
 
 The world's caprice how strangely proven 
 To prove our hearts but only one! 
 
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 The flowers which in our pathway springing, 
 Gave back the hue of love's first dream, 
 
 Are radiant as when youth was flinging 
 Its fancies wild oer wood and stream! 
 
 What hopes, since then, have sunk in sadness ! 
 
 What voices hushed in dreamless sleep! 
 W T hat tones that thrilled each heart with gladness 
 
 Are memories now, each heart must keep! 
 
 'Twere hard to tell which, most had blended 
 Our lives in one, life's joy or pain, 
 
 And which were best, the journey ended, 
 Or all the past to live again! 
 
56 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 
 
 STANZAS TO H 
 
 It could not be that you and I, 
 When each had passed the silent sea, 
 
 Should meet no more for aye and aye, 
 In heart-communion true and free! 
 
 Earth's prestige would not then be gone, 
 Though past the touch of earthly fears! 
 
 Our lives would — then — as now — be one, 
 Though we had lived ten thousand years! 
 
 One path, our footsteps still would own, 
 One conscious thought of presence near 
 
 Would still recall each look and tone 
 That blessed for us an earthly sphere! 
 
 It could not be for me and you, 
 That life, beyond this life terrene, 
 
 Should all the warp and woof undo 
 Of lives so linked as our's had been! 
 
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 CHASTENED SORROW. 
 
 The cant that calls it sin to grieve, 
 Comes but from hearts that could not know 
 
 Aught of the bitter storms that leave, 
 In breaking hearts, the tracks of woe! 
 
 'Tis brave to bear life's darkest ills; 
 
 'Tis weak and fruitless to complain; 
 But stoic pride the reason chills, 
 
 It marks no line 'twixt joy and pain ! 
 
 The chastened vision still will gaze 
 On life's sad maze, in lonely hours, 
 
 To mark its scenes through sorrow's haze, 
 And lingering count its faded flowers! 
 
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 'Oh! give me music for my soul doth faint." 
 
 — H. K. White. 
 
 Oh! to revel in music! to feel that each strain 
 Holds with fetters of silver the heart and the brain ! 
 The languor, the spell, the triumph of song 
 Subdues, and encircles, and bears us along. 
 Enchantress! alluring with sweetness and grace, 
 Thou leadest the soul into measureless space! 
 
 Thou plead est with mem'ry her wealth to unfold, 
 
 Thou gildest the future with purified gold ; 
 
 O'er hope thou art regnant, at call she comes nigh. 
 
 And her kiss warms thy breath with rapture of joy, 
 
 And many an hour of unrest she atones 
 
 As the soul floats in languor of silvery tones. 
 
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 The heart is thy creature and bows to thy sway, 
 'Tis wide as its passions, more potent than they; 
 Each thought, every sense, each tremulous nerve 
 Is at beck of the power thou hast yet in reserve; 
 New realms thou dost conquer in regions that rise 
 As Alp beyond Alp, to the heights of the skies. 
 
 In heights and in depths, in breadths yet unknown, 
 The scope of true being, the spirit's pure tone 
 Shall cope with the highest, the truest in art, 
 And melody's acme shall rapture the heart, 
 When the spirit shall spurn each vestige of clay, 
 And wing with its music the limitless day! 
 
60 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 
 
 PHCEBIIS AND THE CLOUD. 
 
 The cloud was coquetting, at close of the day, 
 
 (And blushing a rosy red) 
 With her spouse the sun, who was brimming with fun 
 
 Ere he went to his ocean bed. 
 
 And soft was her gaze on his beautiful rays 
 As near them her form would linger, 
 
 Recalling the days when her sweet winning ways 
 Had twined him around her finger. 
 
 'Twas plain from afar, that a nice coup (Tetnt 
 
 Awaited the jolly old fellow, 
 'Twas so like her a request to prefer 
 
 Just when he was nice and mellow. 
 
 So blissful was he, so brimming with glee, 
 
 So jolly, and so untroubled, 
 She thought it was best her intended request 
 
 Should be very nearly doubled. 
 
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 < )f what the sun said I never have read, 
 He snubbed her, it doubtless appears, 
 
 For, with downcast eye, she darkened the sky 
 And watered the earth with tears! 
 
 Mo! lio-o!— said he, ha-ha! with glee— 
 
 I know just what to do ! 
 As sure as I'm bright, I'll make it all right 
 
 In less than a minute or tw T o ! 
 
 80 he lessened his rays, and he softened his gaze, 
 
 She knew there was something in it, 
 For her brow became bright, and her smile was all 
 right 
 
 In something less than a minute. 
 
 Then he crowned her- caprice with a rainbow of 
 peace, 
 
 And he so adjusted his shining 
 As to touch each fold of her garment with gold, 
 
 And give it a silver lining! 
 
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 NEITHER DO I CONDEMN THEE." 
 
 Shrinking with guilt and shame, she stands before 
 
 Those only, sinless eyes that can explore 
 The shadows of her deep, remorseful shame! 
 
 With tear-blind eyes, she weeps for what, no more, 
 Till her crushed soul, like Phoenix from the flame, 
 
 Has risen to life divine, its rays shall pour 
 Around the shadow of her blighted name! 
 
 Ah ! stricken soul ! those human eyes — divine- 
 Sad with the shadow of a coming hour, 
 Condemn thee not, and rising evermore 
 
 Above thy shame, high o'er thy surging fears, 
 
 Are heard the words that through the coming years 
 Shall soothe the anguish at thy heart's deep core, 
 "Neither do I condemn thee, sin no more!" 
 
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 UNREST. 
 
 Wrap thou the thought of thine aspiring- soul 
 In sunlit visions such as erst had met 
 Thy day of dreams, before its sun had set; 
 
 Let fanc3 T gather power till she could roll 
 In spheres remote, a thousand worlds beset 
 
 With rays of light all seeking for a goal — 
 The shadow of unrest, a shapeless thing, 
 Would challenge thy new universe, and fling 
 
 A baleful forecast o'er each world of light; 
 O'er ocean's breadth to mountain peak 'twould 
 bring 
 
 A sad foreshadowing of coming night 
 Around the soul relentlessly to cling! 
 
 That soul adrift — unmoored from God's own peace — 
 
 Her ceaseless cry, "Where shall this unrest cease?" 
 
64 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 
 
 TRUE NOBILITY. 
 
 [From The Priesthills.] 
 
 Full oft, on escutcheon, may heraldry trace 
 The pride of the present in by-gone disgrace; 
 While the blush of the past o'er its folly and crime 
 Is lost in the boast of a recreant time, 
 And manhood will flush, and kindles the eye 
 As the pageant of ancestry ambulates by! 
 
 Ambition's a dream that will open the gate 
 
 Of the spirit's unrest to whispers of fate ; 
 
 Inflated with possible chance, it would bear 
 
 Impossible burdens while feeding on air ; 
 
 'Twill borrow a steed in high places to ride, 
 
 And starve the soul's truth on fragments of pride ! 
 
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 Who feeds his soul's pride and builds it a throne 
 On the far-away deeds which his fathers had done, 
 Let him back to the graves where they moulder to 
 
 dust, 
 And ask of their shades were they gentle and just? 
 Or foul were the sins that crouched at their door, 
 And red their right hands with the blood of the 
 
 poor ? 
 
 Who claims right divine, let him shrink from the 
 
 light 
 Of the world's later dawn, into shadowy night 
 Of the crucial years when men were but things, 
 The playthings of tyrants, the missiles of kings, 
 AVhen souls were emasculate, woven each will 
 With the web of the stronger, his fate to fulfill! 
 
 'Tis Heaven gives the manhood that still may 
 
 redeem, 
 In every sphere, the enthusiast's dream, 
 Where grandeur of truth, where sweetness of soul 
 Encircle the heart with a living control, 
 There, man, moved to highest and holiest aims, 
 The soul's truest crest of nobility claims! 
 
66 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 
 
 A REMINISCENCE. 
 
 [From The Peiesthills.] 
 
 Full oft, 'neath the shadow of turret and tower, 
 When moonbeams would mingle with twilight's dim 
 
 hour, 
 And shadows, indefinite, faintly would throw 
 Their indistinct forms o'er the tablets below, 
 He, lingering, mused with vague sense of fear, 
 Yet drawn by the fancies that beckoned him there. 
 
 The massive gray tower, and the tapering spire 
 
 In the moonlight seemed yet higher and higher, 
 
 And the silent ghosts of the parted years, 
 
 To music unheard by mortal ears, 
 
 Seemed to dance in and out of the old gray walls. 
 
 No echo to follow their mystic footfalls. 
 
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 Then as musical peal from the old eight bells 
 Laid hold of young thought with their rhythmic 
 
 swells, 
 He dreamed of the knights of the olden years 
 Of whom he had read, and the mail-clad peers, 
 And the priests of the medieval time 
 Invoked by the tones of the olden chime. 
 
 What tones are so sweet as the music of bells 
 On streamlet descending adown the green dells? 
 What feast of the senses can ever compare 
 With the music they fling on the tremulous air? 
 Not visions of hasheesh, with changeful control, 
 In murmurs so sweet could envelope the soul! 
 
 Away from the present the young heart will drift 
 On wavelets of sound, as they changef Lilly lift 
 Their soul-melting murmurs to rapture the ear, 
 Then ever move on in their vibrant career 
 Like presence of angels that breathe as they pass, 
 The strains of the spheres, too briefly, alas! 
 
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 A LANDSCAPE. 
 
 [From The Priesthills.] 
 
 The landscape looks up to the smile of the sky, 
 Reflecting the glory till cloudlets pass by, 
 The changeable pictures o'er sunbeams that float, 
 Or borrow new beauty at distance remote; 
 With movement capricious, they puzzle the gaze, 
 First borrow the glory, then darken the rays. 
 
 Earth mirrors the cloud on meadow's deep grass 
 While suubeams are waiting for shadow to pass; 
 How weirdly it spreads half over yon space, 
 With beauty of motion, and leisure of grace; 
 How glides its soft movement o'er meadow and 
 
 flood, 
 Till merged in the shadow that broods in the wood ! 
 
 Sweet landscape of beauty! how calmly serene, 
 In soft light, or shadow, thy valleys are seen! 
 How rounded in beauty each verdure-clad swell 
 AVhere the sunbeam's soft smile on the upland may 
 
 dwell, 
 And girdling each vista with hovering shade, 
 The wood in the distance enfoldeth the glade. 
 
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 WRITTEN ON THE MISSISSIPPI. 
 
 The moonlit river rolls its tide- 
 Majestic— to the sea ; 
 
 A thousand tints of beauty touch 
 Its waters deep and free! 
 
 A thousand charms in earth, and sky. 
 
 Are here to lure the heart, 
 And yet, to thee, in thought I come, 
 
 And linger where thou art! 
 
 The light of youth has passed away, 
 Its day-dreams are no more, 
 
 But love has deepened with the tide 
 That swept those day-dreams o'er! 
 
 A thousand charms, in earth and sky, 
 
 Are here to lure the heart, 
 And yet, to thee, in thought, I come 
 
 And linger where thou art! 
 
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 HAUNTS OF THE DRUIDS. 
 
 [From The Priesthills.] 
 Yonder stretch fche long vistas of Old Roman Road, 
 Links binding the present to forest abode 
 Of mystical Druids, whose shadowy rites 
 With blood flushed the day, with horror the nights ; 
 Where sorceress dwelt in forest's deep glade. 
 And toyed with the visions her frenzy had made. 
 
 Where the mistletoe clung to the monarch of trees, 
 
 And weird incantations from wild devotees 
 
 Rose high in the air, invoking a power 
 
 That should hold, as with iron, the slaves of the 
 
 hour, 
 There altar-flames glowed to the zenith of sky 
 From fires that had lighted the ages gone by! 
 
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 From altars, unquenched by day or by night, 
 Where the sun of the orient gave its warm light, 
 Was brought sacred fire to flash o'er the dreams 
 Of wild divination, and mingle its beams 
 With the torches' wild glare at noon of the night, 
 As vestal or priest flitted by in their light. 
 
 Unyielding the system, in mystery sealed, 
 To the actors themselves but dimly revealed; 
 A Priesthood, they held, in the shadow of fate, 
 The souls of the people, the helm of the State; 
 Themselves — chained to mystery potent with power — 
 The slaves of the system, yet, lords of the hour! 
 
12 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 
 
 THE MINSTREL'S FAREWELL. 
 
 With light inspired, the minstrel's eye 
 
 Seemed fixed on boundless space, 
 And flush of glory, passing by, 
 From the rich beauty of the sky, 
 Illum'd his aged face! 
 
 He swept with sure, yet trembling hand, 
 
 His now responsive lyre, 
 And conscious power at his command. 
 Fresh tribute drew from sea and land, 
 
 And thrilled with new desire! 
 
 He, rising, felt a power unknown 
 
 To all his strains before; 
 New triumph dwelt with every tone, 
 And visions, seen by him alone, 
 
 Gave back the days of yore! 
 
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 Inspired, his soul had vigil kept 
 
 With many a spirit train; 
 And many an echo that had slept 
 Amid the years, awaking, crept 
 Into his life again ! 
 
 And chords, forever new and strange, 
 
 Swept o'er his swelling heart, 
 And thrilled his soul as every change 
 Bore him afar from earth's low range, 
 And held his life apart! 
 
 And yet, of earth his visions were, 
 
 And yet, of earth his dream, 
 With melodies whose chords could share 
 The soul's far depths, and waken there 
 His life's sublimest theme! 
 
 He sang of deeds by heroes wrought 
 
 On fierce, embattled plain, 
 And o'er the mirror of his thought 
 Full many a sanguined field was fought, 
 
 And serried hosts were slain ! 
 
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 He told of chains which tyrant hands 
 
 Forged for the hearts of men ; 
 Of freedom's call in wakened lands, 
 As manhood broke from iron bands, 
 And spurned the galling chain ! 
 
 Anon, inspired, the paean rose 
 
 Of victory's holiest strain ! 
 Grand was the movement that he chose 
 With song of victory to close 
 
 'Neath freedom's holy reign ! 
 
 But why the shadows now that tell 
 
 A change upon his brow? 
 His thoughts awhile with silence dwell. 
 Then wake a dirge-like long farewell, 
 
 For death has claimed him now ! 
 
 He rests beneath the self-same sky 
 
 Tli at gave its glorious light 
 To thoughts that lit his glowing eye, 
 When each grand pageant, passing by, 
 Illumed his inner sight! 
 
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 LOVE. 
 
 Sweetener of life's best hours, immortal love ! 
 
 Gift of infinitude ! thou pledge of life 
 That links our being to a life above, 
 
 Untouched— untainted with earth's 'wildering strife! 
 
 Thou givest life of angels, even here, 
 The leaven of endless life this life to leaven ; 
 
 Akin to heaven, thou mak'st this earthly sphere 
 The threshold of a joy supreme in heaven! 
 
 0! changeless truth! when youth's warm light is 
 gone ! 
 
 ! love that lights the twilight calm of age ! 
 Ye mingle rays that glow for age alone, 
 
 And shine the brightest on life's latest page! 
 
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 THE LARK. 
 
 [a memory.] 
 
 The mist from the meadow, at morn's early hour. 
 Hung a screen o'er the contrasts of leaflet and 
 
 flower. 
 And nature seemed waiting her tribute to bring 
 To the warmth which had followed the sweetness of 
 
 spring, 
 As the redolent air from silence was stirred 
 With lowing of kine, or song of the bird. 
 
 The lark, as he rose from the glistening dew, 
 And pressed his proud way to the limitless blue, 
 Then filled the clear depths of ethereal light 
 With music as sweet from his azure-crowned height, 
 As now when he springs from the dew of the lawn. 
 And earth and air echo the music of dawn. 
 
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 There! Watch his glad flight! What music is blent 
 With day-beams that follow his spiral ascent! 
 The trill that he pours on the listening air 
 Seems a wavelet — unchecked — his pinions to bear 
 From nadir to zenith, till lost to the view, 
 Or he seems but a speck in the concave of blue! 
 
 Still rising, he soars on the surges of song, 
 Like an angel that carries glad tidings along, 
 Or floats in the cadence he gives to the air 
 When the ear— not the eye— knows his presence is 
 
 there ; 
 He rests— for a moment— his fluttering wins:, 
 But resting, or soaring, ne'er ceases to sing! 
 
 O! type of the man, ever true to his goal, 
 Who carries the music of love in his soul, 
 He rises in light, he sings as he soars, 
 Or rests while the fulness of harmony pours, 
 In echo, the song which has gladdened the years, 
 And the name which is sweetest of Heaven to his 
 ears ! 
 
18 LIFE AND HEART BECOBDS. 
 
 A SHIPWRECK. 
 
 The vessel rides on o'er a beautiful sea, 
 
 And bends to the zephyr of morn, 
 And beauty's bright smile, and laughter and glee 
 
 With joy of the moment are born. 
 
 Bright hopes anchor vaguely in halcyon days. 
 
 And blend with a future unknown, 
 And joy holds the present with love-lighted rays, 
 
 And many a love-softened tone. 
 
 Vain dreams! ye have gilded the future with joys 
 
 That never the vision shall greet! 
 Ye have pledged the heart's pulses for glittering- 
 prize 
 
 In a future it never shall meet! 
 
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 See! the sky changes darkly! the cloud, there away, 
 
 Climbs upward and covers the sky, 
 rill, wrapt in its darkness, the last gleams of day 
 
 In darkness and muttering die! 
 
 Now ocean flings heavenward the foam-crested wave, 
 
 Now rises the voice of the storm ! 
 ' Tis prophecy wild of a billowy grave 
 
 For many a manly form! 
 
 Now deepens the darkness till midnight doth seem 
 
 A grave for a desolate world! 
 Its life but revealed by the lightning's fierce gleam, 
 
 And the fiery bolts that are hurled! 
 
 The storm-spirit hungers for victims to-night! 
 
 She lures to the rocks by the shore! 
 She lures with a shifting and treacherous light !— 
 
 List! List to the breakers' wild roar!— 
 
 The shriek of the winds is the music she craves, 
 
 She worships at glittering shrine 
 Where the lightning's swift gleam o'er the madly 
 tossed waves 
 
 Seems to drink of the billowy brine ! 
 
80 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 
 
 There's a moment's stern hush— a rift in the cloud- 
 But, list to that cry of despair ! 
 
 For the roar of the breakers is thundering' loud, 
 And the prow of the vessel is there! 
 
 Loud voices are mingling; too late the hoarse call 
 Of the master! he knows that the fate 
 
 Of his vessel is sealed on the low jagged wall 
 Of rocks that are tying in wait! 
 
 The beams of the morning in beauty shall rise, 
 
 When past is the desolate night; 
 No glimpse of its beauty shall gladden the eyes 
 
 That so longed for its opening light! 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 81 
 
 SONNET TO SLEEP. 
 
 Why, in thy visits to this weary earth, 
 With rest for weariness, and ease for pain, 
 May I not share the anodyne again 
 
 Thy presence brings ? Angel of heavenly birth ! 
 
 What life shall tell, in words, the priceless worth 
 Of one soft touch of thine on quivering strings 
 
 Of conscious life, shrinking from maudlin mirth 
 Of midnight reveler, who reckless flings 
 
 Back in thy face the gift for which I crave? 
 How sweet the lullaby that nature sings 
 When every breeze of night in music brings 
 
 Rest, calm and quiet as the peaceful grave! 
 Touch thou my soul, my springs of being steep 
 In thy enfolding haze, ! gentle sleep ! 
 
82 LIFE AND HEART BECOBDS. 
 
 TO THE CITY OF ST. PAUL. 
 
 Hail ! City of Beauty ! How fair in thy youth ! 
 When time, in the future, shall garner the truth, 
 And write on the years the record sublime 
 Of thy grandeur and wealth in the glow of thy 
 
 prime, 
 Then blent with th\* glory, from land and from sea, 
 The gems of the world shall be gathered to thee! 
 
 We knew thee, and loved thee, with dawn of the 
 
 years 
 That watched thy first growth with hopes or with 
 
 fears ; 
 Thou strong in thy future, secure in thy lot, 
 Though lonely and severed, the world knew thee not, 
 When the link which alone held the world to thy fate 
 Was the far-reaching river that flowed at thy gate ! 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 83 
 
 The scope of thy presence now girdles the hills ; 
 Thy feet touch the springs of a commerce that fills 
 The breadth of thy footstool, whence life's rushing 
 
 stream 
 Hurries on like the mingled romance of a dream ; 
 And far-reaching links bind thy life to a world 
 Wliose life to thy vision is hourly unfurled. 
 
 When the warm flush of autumn, the azure of sky 
 And hues ever changing in contrast go by, 
 What beauties link hands to the distance afar 
 When day lingers still for the evening star, 
 And sunset awakens, o'er woodland and stream, 
 A vision unmatched by pencil or dream ! 
 
 There, Snelling, rock-seated, looks down from her 
 
 height 
 On the mingling of waters that blend in the light; 
 From winding hill-sides which the waters enfold, 
 Come shadows that waver with purple and gold, 
 With soft undulations, in seeming, they glide 
 Till 'neath broader shadows they furtively hide. 
 
84 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 
 
 'Twere well, thou fair city, had nature and thee — 
 
 In her first flush of beauty— but met to agree; 
 
 Utility's hand, all ruthless and rude, 
 
 'Twixt nature and thee engendered a feud; 
 
 Yet vain was the mission of mattock and spade, 
 
 For man failed to ruin what nature had made! 
 
 All hail! Saintly City ! Now gather once more 
 The mem'ries undimmecl of days that are o'er! 
 Oh ! would that the vision, prophetic, were mine 
 To number the feet that shall flock to thy shrine 
 When this heart shall be silent — its hopes and its 
 
 fears — 
 And thy life shall unfold with the swift, passing 
 
 years! 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 85 
 
 OH! WHY SHOULD JADED MEMORY LINGEK? 
 
 Oh! why should jaded mem'ry linger 
 O'er notes that only breathe of pain? 
 
 Awaking with capricious finger, 
 Those minor chords in every strain! 
 
 Life's music was not made for sadness, 
 
 And bird -like tones still linger there, 
 Though notes which thrilled with summer gladness, 
 
 No longer fill the ambient air! 
 
 'Tis true, that oft, when life would borrow 
 A transient bliss from by-gone hours, 
 
 The hand will press some thorn of sorrow 
 That hides beneath what once were flowers! 
 
 And yet, earth's rosy light doth linger, 
 Though clouds the sunshine cover o'er, 
 
 And heaven still guides hope's prescient finger 
 That points to bliss in sacred store! 
 
86 LIFE AND HEART BECOBDS. 
 
 THE NIGHTINGALE. 
 [a memory.] 
 
 'Twas the hour when the woods and the valleys were 
 
 still, 
 For the thrush and the black-bird had silenced their 
 
 trill, 
 When, gliding serenely, the Queen of the night 
 Poured, in a full tide, her silvery light, 
 Then, Philomel, sweet, thy song gathered power, 
 And gave to life's memory the scene and the hour. 
 
 The strain, sad and low, which ushered thy song- 
 Seemed echo of memories life's shadows among; 
 But sad minor tones soon quickened to joy, 
 And notes of glad triumph swept thrillingly by, 
 Uplifting thy theme from sorrow's abyss, 
 From pathos of grief to abandon of bliss. 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 
 
 Invisible minstrel! thy life's in thy song; 
 
 Night yields thee thy triumphs, the moments belong 
 
 To the glow of thy being, its pulses to sway, 
 
 And night wears for thee the glory of day. 
 
 Is it joy? is it grief, thou dost feel, or divine, 
 
 As thy notes with the chords of our being entwine? 
 
 Those woods flourish still with summer's rich bloom, 
 And Philomel's notes their triumphs resume; 
 Umbrageous the arches that still interlace 
 In the moon's chequered light, with twining embrace; 
 But the strains that sweep through that leafy 
 
 domain 
 Will never be ours but in mem'ry again! 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 
 
 LIGHT AT EVEN-TIDE. 
 
 Sweet glow of even-tide, thy promised light 
 
 Mocks yet the cravings of impatient thought! 
 
 The lingering shadows which my life have taught 
 To find, in each sad day, so much of night. 
 Come 'twixt my soul and its supreme delight. 
 
 Light should be mine, and yet it dwells afar; 
 The gentle twilight seems to wait for me, 
 And I within its influence fain would be; 
 
 But then it pales, like dim and distant star 
 Whose slanting beams but measure out the space 
 
 Of misty shadows that still intervene. 
 Too oft, 'twixt longing and the promised grace, 
 
 Faith falters, hope but lingers on the scene; 
 
 And yet, the promise lives, in light serene! 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 89 
 
 HALF-MEMORIES. 
 
 Some freak of thought will flash, perchance, 
 A smile that lit some old-time glance 
 Which, slowly fading in the years, 
 Seemed quenched, for aye, perhaps in tears, 
 Yet had remained mid threads of life 
 A clue amidst the surging strife. 
 Full oft, a tone which half reveals 
 Some long lost joy, o'er mem'ry steals, 
 And wrestling with the shadowy phase, 
 Thought wanders in a devious maze 
 Till tone and shadow both retire, 
 And cheat the soul's renewed desire. 
 
90 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 
 
 THE LATE PRINCE IMPERIAL. 
 
 Closed is thy hapless destiny ! 
 
 No world will miss thy part! 
 One heart, alone, shall yearn for thee, 
 
 One childless woman's heart! 
 
 The cruel prestige of a name 
 
 For thee, no more shall wait, 
 With treacherous kiss, or sword and flame, 
 
 To change a nation's fate! 
 
 The pageantry thy life had claimed 
 
 Was thine alone in dea/bh, 
 When at thy tomb that life was named 
 
 To music's muffled breath! 
 
 Closed is thy earthly destiny, 
 
 Dark is thy dwelling now, 
 No eagle cleaves the air for thee ! 
 
 No crown hath pressed thy brow! 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS, 91 
 
 LIFE'S MENTAL SPRINGS. 
 
 The springs of thought are all unseen, 
 
 The facts that meet the world's cold gaze 
 May ne'er reveal what lies between 
 
 Those hidden springs and life's sad maze. 
 What magnets may their movements change, 
 
 What subtle waves of influence there 
 May give a strength for wildest range, 
 *0r still each throb in mute despair! 
 The scorching heat, the chilling cold, 
 
 That find their zones within the heart, 
 In strife, may crush the fragile mold 
 
 Of life's divine, ethereal part ! 
 A heedless world, with power unseen, 
 
 May lash to speed each pulse of life, 
 Then place a thousand bars between 
 
 The whirring wheels of mental strife! 
 Without, the strife, within, the fear 
 
 Which takes its form from that which seems, 
 The agony which brings no tear, 
 
 A phantom, false, of falser dreams! 
 Reason and will, once regnant there, 
 
 Dethroned and crushed, may yield the strife, 
 And chaos reign with ruin, where 
 
 Once moved the springs of mental life! 
 
92 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS, 
 
 UNCHARITY. 
 
 Life's music is sweet, but a tone may impart 
 Strange discord to fall on the ear and the heart; 
 One voice may sweep harmony out of the sphere, 
 And we shrink as the discord shall startle the ear ; 
 ''The world's out of tune/' we inwardly cry, 
 But wait not a moment to ask, "Is it I?" 
 
 A fool may cry Raca, from self-builded throne 
 Of a selfish conceit supremely his own : 
 The high vantage ground he seems to attain 
 May be but the reflex, that floats in his brain, 
 Of loftiest heights which envy would scale, 
 For envy can climb where wisdom would fail. 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 93 
 
 As from mist that surrounds him, he ventures to 
 
 scan, 
 With Pharisee's unction, the follies of man, 
 His iron-bound self-hood a mirror will hold 
 That natters his foil into purified gold, 
 Then turns to his neighbor, with cynical smile, 
 And deepens his folly to falsehood and guile. 
 
 We bring to the judgment-seat earth-blighted 
 
 powers, 
 And forget what a share of the folly is ours; 
 Man measures his brother with vision oblique, 
 And fails not to find the sins he may seek; 
 To gauge human motives with conscience of earth 
 May canonize evil, and crucify worth. 
 
 The heart its own bitterness truly may know, 
 Yet know not its share in the causes of woe; 
 Man hides from himself in dust of the fight, 
 And oft in the wrong, will deem himself right, 
 Will parry, and thrust, with passion for guide, 
 Till truth may fold pinion and stoop to his- pride 
 
94 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 
 
 A MEMORY OF CHILDHOOD. 
 
 [From The Priesthills.] 
 
 Come back with me now to a murmuring stream, 
 The song of whose ripples doth evermore seem 
 Like a gentle refrain, as it comes and it goes, 
 As in June's wayward breezes, the scent of the rose; 
 Above the wild eddies of life's rushing tide 
 Its heart-soothing ripples in melody glide. 
 
 The sedges that fringed it. the cresses which grew 
 Here and there, in its windings of silvery hue, 
 The minnows which flitted where sunbeams — too 
 
 bright — 
 Were softened by shadows that passed o'er their 
 
 * light, 
 The willow, which, drooping, yet gracefully swayed 
 As 'twould dance to the music the ripples had made; 
 
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 The hawthorns that flourished in goodly array, 
 Like foemen in ranks, awaiting the fray; 
 With arms intertwined, with feet firmly braced. 
 Still guarding the fields which their beauty had 
 
 graced, 
 While their rootlets would drink of the stream at 
 
 their feet, 
 And fling to each leaflet the life that was meet; 
 
 These all gave the color to many a dream, 
 
 And the world was his own, e'en its shadows would 
 
 seem 
 Like the cloudlets that hung on the edge of the sky, 
 Transformed by the glance of a day-dreaming boy 
 Who lived in the visions that girdled the range 
 Of his life's daily thought, unconscious of change. , 
 
 Enlaced with the stem of the clinging wild rose, 
 Ere the branches of blackthorn were laden with sloes, 
 The hedge with its blossoms gave welcome retreat 
 In its hovering shelter to violet sweet, 
 Thence a gay panorama in beauty would rise, 
 And greet the soft beauty of answering skies. 
 
 The daisies he press'd with his lingering feet 
 On warm glowing upland, in shady retreat, 
 
96 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 
 
 On the ridge, in the furrow, where turf interlaced 
 The soil which the treasures of Ceres once graced; 
 Each daisy looked up, with a smile in its eve, 
 And the smile in his heart was its measure of joy. 
 
 Sweet daisy! the gem of his heart's floral dreams, 
 As fancy had lingered beside the pure streams 
 A\ nere the City of God in light seemed to glow, 
 And the River of Life in its beauty to flow; 
 Where the gems he had gathered in memory here 
 He gave to the vision awaiting him there! 
 
 Then hope was unclouded, and faith ever bright, 
 
 And no creeping shadow had passed o'er their light; 
 
 At eve, as he gazed on each wakening star, 
 
 Its light was to him but a portal, afar, 
 
 Of the City whose streets were resplendent with gold, 
 
 The gateway to joys that could never be told ! 
 
 Dear sensuous vision! so earthly, yet pure! 
 Too mingled with earth's fading light to endure; 
 So tinged with the daisy and primrose of time, 
 'T would fade in the glory of heaven's true clime; 
 And yet, glowing dream ! 'twould be sweet to restore 
 Thy pictures of light on the measureless shore! 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 91 
 
 HUMAN PRIDE. 
 
 Diogenes' tub failed grimly to bide 
 Diogenes' soul, with its cynical pride; 
 Alexander, who stood in his greatness alone, 
 Whose legions swept on till the world was his own, 
 Felt the glow of his pride in unbroken success, 
 Had he faltered, his pride had been, nevertheless! 
 Should the wisdom of earth to each of us show 
 How great is our pride, and how little we know, 
 Our pride might be wounded, yet still would we cling- 
 To the poison concealed in its venomous sting! 
 Heaven alone gives the light which can fully reveal 
 The lingering pride which the heart may conceal! 
 
98 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS 
 
 THE MISER. 
 
 Say! what shall reach a gold-encysted heart 
 That loves the bonds which on its fibres press; 
 Stifling each gentle throb with cold duress 
 Till from all human love it dwells apart? 
 A key of gold alone! Nor more nor less! 
 What time that potent key may be applied, 
 The grating, shrieking doors shall open wide, 
 Yet straightway close, fearful of Heaven's clear 
 
 light ; 
 In terror shrinking from each sunbeam bright 
 That might subdue the damps which there abide. 
 "Say! what shall change to gold?" that heart 
 
 inquires, 
 "The tribute friendship brings? the widow's tears? 
 Love's truth, which, changeless through the changing 
 
 years 
 Remains? What art shall crown mv full desires?" 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 99 
 
 TO MINNESOTA. 
 
 0! State belov'd! to Truth and Freedom true! 
 
 Land of sky-tinted streams, 'neath azure sky, 
 Whose rolling prairies meet the boundless blue 
 
 Where clear, bright distance cheats and charms 
 the eye! 
 
 Thy gem-like lakes in shores serene are shrined, 
 Thy cascades, leaping in translucent sheen, 
 
 Mock the soft murmurs of the summer wind 
 With laughter echoed o'er a sylvan scene! 
 
 Thine upland slopes, thy gentle, wood-crowned hills, 
 The deep green meadows lying at their feet, 
 
 The shady nooks, where glide thy winding rills, 
 And crafty trout coquettes with angler's bait, 
 
 All these are pictures which the heart will wear 
 Midst other scenes, in years as yet unknown, 
 
 Returning oft, in memory's dream, to share 
 The beauties that are thine, and thine alone ! 
 
100 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 
 
 WRITTEN ON THE ATLANTIC. 
 [on deck.] 
 
 In calm, clear sky, the moon yet lingers 
 To touch each crested wave with light, 
 
 As fancy weaves, with rapid fingers, 
 A waking dream for hours of night. 
 
 To music, soft, the waves are wreathing 
 Their foaming crests as on the}' roll, 
 
 And songs of home seem softly breathing 
 A cadence o'er my inmost soul. 
 
 I hear the song that blends sweet voices, 
 I hear again the soft good night; 
 
 The gentle kiss that e'er rejoices 
 And fills a mother's eye with light. 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 101 
 
 And those who, wrapped in deepest slumbers, 
 Shall wake no more to music's tone, 
 
 Come o'er my dream, as mem'ry numbers 
 The loved— the lost ones— still my own! 
 
 Dear home! What light of love enfolds thee! 
 
 Sweet cynosure beyond the sea, 
 The space grows less that still withholds thee 
 
 From the loue heart that dreams of thee! 
 
102 • LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 
 
 FANCY 
 
 She cleaves the vibrant air, unchecked her flight 
 Beyond the scope of changing day and night, 
 While at her touch the universe unveils 
 Its far-off treasures where earth's vision fails ; 
 In spheres remote, sublime the strains she hears, 
 The echoed voices of remoter spheres; 
 A music that doth linger when her flight 
 Turns back to earth, and clothes it with the light 
 Her eyes have gathered from some radiant star 
 That earth beholds not. In the light afar 
 Her unseen wing has caught the hue of heaven, 
 And scatters of its affluence, to leaven 
 Earth's fitful shadows with a lingering light 
 Gathered from radiance of each dazzling height. 
 Fancy! refuge from the lash of care! 
 Strength of the weak ! Hailed be thy presence where 
 The world's sharp sting would plant a lingering 
 pain, 
 
 And o'er the spirit cast an earthly stain ! 
 In welcome visits let me hear thee still 
 Sing with the music of the bubbling rill, 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 103 
 
 Breathe with the perfumed zephyr's murmuring 
 
 tones 
 Tli at fill the summer hours, or low sad moans 
 Of autumn's closing eve; hear thee in storm sublime 
 On mountain peak, where the swift lightnings climb, 
 And echoes of their voices wake the heights 
 Above the clouds where bird of heaven alights 
 Amidst her eaglets. Here, inspired with hope, 
 Let my soul rest, and feel above the scope 
 Of all thy dreams, Fancy! Heaven's dear truth, 
 With all its promise of immortal youth 
 When time shall lay these weary limbs away 
 In the enfolding clasp of earthly clay! 
 Till then, more true than dreams, my life would 
 
 share 
 That light on earth no earthly dream can wear, 
 And know, in God himself, the sum untold 
 Of all earth's purest longings, till the gold 
 Of sublunary dreams no more shall wear 
 Its glamour in the rays concentered there; 
 Till earth's ambitions, pride of earthly life, 
 And honors vain that lend to earthly strife 
 Effulgent falsehood, shrink within the glow 
 Of that full light which they, alone, can know 
 Who hold earth's gifts as tokens of the love 
 That gladdens earth, and reigns in Heaven above! 
 
104 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 
 
 ANTICIPATIONS. 
 
 Yes! the curtain must fall! each lingering farewell 
 To earth and its visions, but lingers to tell 
 Of scenes that shall cluster, beyond the dark sea., 
 Still hoarding' the gems of life's morning for me, 
 With ray undiminished, each gem to restore 
 Where earth's latent shadows shall gather no more ! 
 
 The visions that glow, the voices I hear, 
 Are but echoes of welcomes awaiting me there! 
 Life here is divided, thought lives in each world, 
 And waits till the web of earth-life shall be furled, 
 One foot with the past, the other seems pressed 
 On a measureless shore of unspeakable rest! 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 105 
 
 LIFE. 
 
 Oh! what were all life's pulses worth 
 
 If bounded by the tomb? 
 Lashed with the vain unrest of earth, 
 And all unknown life's second birth, 
 AVhere living youth, and fadeless worth 
 
 Should know no hour of oloom? 
 
 & j 
 
 Fate's foot-ball, for life's fleeting- day, 
 
 Oh! who would wish to be? 
 The sport of chance, the surging spray 
 That crests one wave of life, to lay 
 Its transient bubbles all away 
 
 In dark nonentity? 
 
 What barque would tempt a troubled sea. 
 
 And not a star to guide? 
 Father! I still would look to thee! 
 As clouds come darkening o'er my sea, 
 My light of life in darkness be, 
 
 And Pilot to preside! 
 
106 LIFE AND HEAET RECORDS 
 
 BE PATIENT STILL. 
 
 [TO H.] 
 
 Be patient still to bear life's fitful fever; 
 
 In faith and hope, though weary, yet abide 
 Grief cannot chain the restless soul forever, 
 
 Rest will be our's beyond the surging tide! 
 
 We'll bear our fate. This dream will soon be over, 
 Mingled with shadows we may ne'er forget, 
 
 Through all the darkness, faith can still discover 
 A goal where all soul-longings shall be met! 
 
 Bitter the cup— and deeply we have drained it— 
 Press'd to our lips, and yet our Father gave; 
 
 Nor sin, nor shame, with agony had stained it, 
 Filled and re-filled by each recurring grave! 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 101 
 
 We shared the cup; alike we felt the crushing 
 Of the swift blows a Father's hand had dealt; 
 
 Alike through heart and life we heard the rushing 
 Of darkness drear and deep that could be felt ! 
 
 Alike we'll share the rapture, and the wonder 
 Alike, re-call the moments that had cleft 
 
 Our almost worshiped human shrine asunder, 
 The all to find of which we were bereft! 
 
108 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 
 
 BEFLAH. 
 
 Oh when shall come the gentle eventide, 
 With softened light to fill the soul with peace? 
 
 rest of Beulah! come! with me abide, 
 Abide with me till earth-born dreams shall cease! 
 
 When shall the flutter of angelic wing, 
 When shall the music of the unseen shore, 
 
 The glow of Heaven, the strains which angels sing, 
 Dawn on my sight, and steal my senses o'er? 
 
 When shall faith see, as on bright Olivet, 
 With Godhead crowned, divine, the peerless one; 
 
 And bow in worship at his glowing feet 
 To see the Father in his onlv Son? 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 109 
 
 Standing on verge of Heaven, whose centre glows 
 With light reflected to an earthly sphere, 
 
 My soul would wait for day that ne'er should close, 
 Wrapt in sweet foretaste of the glory there. 
 
 Should earth but mingle with the heavenly joy 
 The lingering shadows of an earthly clime, 
 
 And prompt the soul, unweaned from earth, to cry 
 ' k Here let me build a dwelling for all time," 
 
 Then let true faith pierce forward to its goal, 
 And from the mount of glory let me see 
 
 The full bright vision that awaits the soul 
 Bevond the waters of the silent sea! 
 
110 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS 
 
 ABIDE WITH THEE? 
 
 Abide with thee! dost thou abide in me? 
 
 Flows not in thine the life that in me dwells? 
 Dost thou not draw from out that boundless sea 
 
 Of grace and truth which of my pity tells? 
 
 Abide with thee! when have I left thy side, 
 Thou clinging, trembling suppliant, since the hour 
 
 When for my help thy soul in anguish cried, 
 To free thy heart from earth's delusive power? 
 
 Hast thou been faithful to thy heart's first glow 
 Of bounding joy, in sense of sweet release? 
 
 Or does that heart forget each eager vow 
 The lips repeated when the heart found peace? 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. Ill 
 
 A lamb, I bore thee in my sheltering arms, 
 Weary and faint, I smoothed thy painful way, 
 
 And when beguiled thy feet the world's false charms. 
 No step of mine had ever strayed from thee! 
 
 The world has stung thee oft, till in its pain 
 Thy soul has cried for boon of deathless love, 
 
 Forgiving love, to crown thy life again, 
 And peace to bless thee like a brooding dove! 
 
 Abide with thee! shoot of a living vine 
 Whose branches cover all the land and sea, 
 
 Abide in me! my life-blood still is thine; 
 Branch of this living vine, abide in me! 
 
112 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 
 
 TO A FRIEND. 
 
 Life were, indeed, a boon 
 
 From shafts of envy free; 
 Thy friends are true, and friends, full soon, 
 
 Alone will think of thee! 
 Such shafts have winged their way 
 
 To other lives than thine, 
 In flights to blind the light of day, 
 
 Or wound and make no sign! 
 Thine be the faith to wait, 
 
 The patience to be still, 
 Thyself forget, and let thy fate 
 
 Abide a Father's will! 
 In faith, in hope, abide, 
 
 In help for other's woe; 
 The nearer comes the eventide 
 
 Sooner the morn shall glow ! 
 This is not real life, 
 
 Life glows out there — away— 
 (Beyond this scene of storm-cloud strife), 
 
 Flushed with the light of day! 
 The storm-cloud o'er thee lowers, 
 
 The light will surely come; 
 Of earth's unrest a few brief hours, 
 
 And then— thy welcome home! 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 113 
 
 The following reply was sent to a young lady in 
 response to her request for the author's opinion of 
 an illustrated manuscript which she proposed to pub- 
 lish. Her death, shortly after, prevented the con- 
 summation of her intention. 
 
 I have perused the enclosed manuscript with a good 
 deal of pleasure. Though but little versed in the 
 language of flowers, I think your idea in this com- 
 pilation is a very good one, good in inception, and 
 excellently carried out. Whether or not a publisher 
 would find profit in the venture, I feel sure that the 
 volume would be a very tasteful addition to the lit- 
 erature which finds its way into homes of taste and 
 culture. 
 
 The great diversity yet appropriateness of the quo- 
 tations reveal more than untiring research, they are 
 marked by a delicate sense of fitness and an insight 
 into shades of meaning which can only be known — 
 because felt — by one who is in sympathy with the 
 true and the beautiful. 
 
 The task of wandering through such fields of va- 
 ried beauty in the pursuit of your purpose must have 
 been— though exacting upon your time — a very pleas- 
 ant one, and the impressions you will have received 
 will be such as^youwill enjoy long after its comple- 
 
114 LIFE AND HEART ttECOBDS 
 
 tion. The aroma of the fruit and the fragrance of the 
 flowers will still linger, and keep alive the pure and 
 gentle sentiments which enshrine them. 
 
 The great variety in the mottoes indicates discrim- 
 ination and research, and present an invariable 
 avoidance of mere platitudes. There is a sufficiency 
 of sentiment to meet the taste of the lover of senti- 
 ment, and yet so far is it above the merely senti- 
 mental as to be strengthening to the moral and 
 mental nature. 
 
 I have been specially pleased with your avoidance 
 of any familiar and hackneyed quotations, most of 
 these being such as would be known only to familiar 
 readers of the poets. 
 
 Unfamiliar with technical criticism I may be but 
 an imperfect critic, but have, nevertheless, been grat- 
 ified by the opportunity of passing — though some- 
 what rapidly — through a garden so redundant in 
 beauty, and so rich in fragrance. 
 
0£1TI£.4 
 
 WE'LL DWELL WITH THE PAST. 
 
 [Leicestershire Mercury, 184-1.] 
 
 We'll dwell with the past, for the present is teeming 
 With shadows all deepened with eare! 
 
 The light that once cheered us but faintly is 
 gleaming, 
 Life's devious pathway to cheer! 
 
 WV11 dwell with the past! again would we share 
 The freshness of dreams that are o'er! 
 
 Though loved ones — how cherished — and hopes that 
 were there 
 May gladden our dwelling no more! 
 
116 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 
 
 We'll dwell with the past! oh! still would we linger 
 
 At the deep fount of mem'ry awhile! 
 We may trace in its years hope's mystical finger, 
 
 And steal for the present a smile! 
 
 We may lure back from thence, a hope that may 
 chide 
 
 The darkening tempests that lower, 
 Some star of bright promise may dawn on life's tide, 
 
 And gladden the future once more! 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. in 
 
 A FAREWELL TO A. R. 
 
 Farewell ! there are hearts that will never forget thee 
 Where hallowed affections are deeply enshrined, 
 
 And memories shared that still will beset thee 
 Wherever thou goest, around thee entwined! 
 
 As wending thy steps on a far distant shore 
 Where o'er thee the palm tree in beauty shall wave, 
 
 How oft to thy spirit will memory restore 
 The scenes of thy youth, and the gladness they 
 gave ! 
 
 Ah ! warm are the hopes and the prayers that shall 
 bless thee 
 
 As on thou art borne o'er the billowy sea, 
 And ardent the wishes that still shall caress thee 
 
 Where'er the last step of life's journey shall be ! 
 
 Farewell! May God's blessing attend thee, where'er, 
 In life's chequered moments, thy lot may be cast, 
 
 In sunshine, or storm, in gladness or care, 
 To thee there are hearts that will cling to the 
 last! 
 
118 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS 
 
 Ah! why didst thou leave the love that was 
 cherished 
 
 In hearts that Avill bound at thy coming no more ! 
 Poor, recreant hope! her illusions have perished 
 
 On the grave that is thine on a far-away shore! 
 
 ! could we have seen thee, and watched o'er thy 
 pillow, 
 
 Though frail were the effort, and powerless to save, 
 How little we deemed that thy path o'er the billow 
 
 Was bearing thee on to the shadowless grave! 
 
 Alas! in thine anguish, no sister bent o'er thee, 
 No form that beheld thee in childhood was nigh, 
 
 And strangers were they to thy last home that bore 
 thee, 
 Far, far from the land where thy forefathers lie! 
 
 Farewell! every tie of affection must sever, 
 True hearts bleed afresh in this valley of pain. 
 
 But faith scans a scene where partings shall never 
 Fling over its gladness their shadows again! 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 119 
 
 TO W. F. M. 
 
 [From the Leamington Looker On.] 
 
 Oh ! where are the dreams that were wont to 
 inspire 
 
 When youth's sunny prospect was thine? 
 When early friends blessed thee, and each new desire 
 
 Allured thee to bow at its shrine? 
 
 Ah! where are those dreams? and the notes, are 
 they hushed, 
 Whose murmurs, like autumn's wild sigh 
 Have breathed in wild cadence o'er hopes that were 
 crushed 
 In moments forever gone by? 
 
120 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 
 
 Oh! say not the chords of thy soul are unstrung, 
 
 Their murmurs all stifled with pain! 
 The spell which deep anguish around them has flung 
 
 May leave them to vibrate again! 
 
 'Tis true thou art not as when youth's ardent fire 
 First taught thy rapt spirit to glow! 
 
 'Tis true the wild notes that have fled from thy lyre 
 Of late have been mingled with woe! 
 
 Yet, though the enchantments of early delight, 
 
 Hope's first invocations, are o'er, 
 Oh! why should'st thou deem that her pinions of 
 light 
 
 Will brood o'er thy pathway no more? 
 
LIFE AND HEART BECOBDS. 121 
 
 H. K. WHITE. 
 
 Say, White! wast thou a seraph in disguise; 
 Once on the earth, now in thy native skies? 
 Brief was thy stay amidst terrestrial strife, 
 The soul outshone the glimmering' lamp of life; 
 Thy heaven-taught muse, with ever upward wing, 
 Drew themes celestial from each vibrant string! 
 Now, thy immortal touch, past mortal view, 
 Strikes the full chord, and wakes each theme anew; 
 With added fire, with pure, celestial, glow, 
 Heaven's sweetest music from thy lyre doth flow ! 
 Earth-life, to thee, was purity and truth, 
 Thy youth but parleyed with immortal youth ; 
 And now, beyond the touch of earth's decay, 
 Thy fadeless youth shall measure endless day ! 
 
122 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 
 
 TO OCTOBER. 
 
 [From the Leamington Looker On.] 
 
 Thou herald of winter! the summer's bright ray, 
 In beauty, still lingers to welcome thee here; 
 
 A smile softly blends with the beauty of day, 
 And ushers thee joyfully into the year! 
 
 The swallow is seeking a sunnier clime, 
 The song-bird is drooping, and hushed is his 
 strain, 
 
 And many a beauty that hallowed the time 
 Of sunlight and flowers, eometh not in thy train ; 
 
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 Yet many a charm, to the summer unknown, 
 
 O'er nature's fair bosom thy magic will fling, 
 One touch of thy pencil will rival, alone, 
 
 0, artist sublime! all the glory of spring 
 
 The mellow tints mantling o'er forest and grove, 
 Thy hand, in its cunning, alone can impart; 
 
 With the first chilling storms o'er the valleys that 
 rove 
 The colors thou gavest will surely depart! 
 
 Too soon wilt thou pass from glories laid low, 
 And beauties— thine own— with theirs shall decay, 
 
 Chill winter must follow thy lingering glow, 
 As the shadows of even the sunlight of day ! 
 
124 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 
 
 THE MANIAC. 
 
 [From the Warwick Advertiser, 1838.] 
 
 Where the dark grove enfolds its deepest shade. 
 She wanders, lone, beside the gliding stream 
 
 As the dim shades that haunt the twilight fade, 
 And vanish in the moon's calm, gentle, beam. 
 
 She leaves the world, tumultuously gay, 
 Wedded to strife, and pregnant with despair, 
 
 Silent to watch the ebbing stream of day, 
 Or breathe her fancies to the listless air. 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 125 
 
 Yet, she complains not of a world unkind. 
 No hidden pang her restless lips disclose, 
 
 The dark recesses of her wildered mind 
 Conceal the spring whence all her anguish flows. 
 
 Her soul seems dead, she envies not their joy 
 Whose buoyant steps unbroken spirits tell, 
 
 Nor wakes a smile to light that restless eye 
 Where no kind tear is ever known to dwell ! 
 
 Life's gilded joys to her but vainly call, 
 With promise fair by treacherous fancy taught. 
 
 For her lone care and every wish are all 
 Concealed within the chaos of her thought! 
 
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 ON THE SUDDEN DEATH OF A FRIEND. 
 
 [From the Warwick Advertiser, 1S39.] 
 
 How transient the fluttering of hope's fairy wing! 
 
 How fleeting her day-dream of joy! 
 The glory of summer, e'en promise of spring, 
 
 In a moment may vanish and die! 
 To thee — hapless youth! — in thy cold narrow bed, 
 
 Illusions can gather no more 
 To grieve thy freed spirit so awfully sped 
 
 From this to the measureless shore! 
 Unfaded the bloom that mantled thy cheek, 
 
 Elastic the springs of thy thought, 
 Undimmed by pale sorrow the eye that could speak 
 
 As the flash of young feeling had taught! 
 But devoted each feeling, each charm that was 
 bright, 
 
 To sink in the shadowless gloom, 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 127 
 
 For death urged — relentless — the wheels in their flight 
 
 That hurried thee on to the tomb! 
 For thee love and friendship their vigils shall keep 
 
 Thy mem'ry to garland anew, 
 And the sod shall be green where thine ashes shall 
 sleep, 
 
 As thy heart — so thy friends — shall be true! 
 Thy virtues shall live, shall illumine thy fate, 
 
 And scatter a fragrance the while, 
 And near thy last dwelling religion shall wait, 
 
 And brighten the scene with a smile! 
 
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 TO MAY. 
 
 Oh! welcome, thrice welcome, thou nymph of the 
 spring, 
 To the vale where the streamlet leaps carelessly by, 
 To the hill where the morn its first breezes shall 
 bring, 
 Ere they woo the gay landscape that bursts on 
 the eye! 
 
 How dear to the heart is thy young virgin smile, 
 And dear the sweet tones of thy silvery voice, 
 
 As o'er the green meads of our sea-girdled isle 
 Thy breath scatters incense and bids them rejoice ! 
 
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 Thy smile the gay sun-beam, thy frown the fleet 
 cloud 
 
 That dims for a moment its beautiful light, 
 Thy sigh the faint zephyr that murmurs aloud, 
 
 Then tranquilly sleeps on the bosom of night! 
 
 How sweet is the music that falls on the ear, 
 O'er valley and woodland now echoed for thee, 
 
 And fragrant the zephyr, which, lingering here, 
 Still fans thy young bosom with amorous glee 
 
 Then welcome, sweet nymph, to this grass-covered 
 height 
 
 Where voices of song-birds with music beguile, 
 To the gay panorama which raptures the sight, 
 
 And glows with fresh beauty renewed by thy smile ! 
 
 Beau-desart Hill, 
 Henley in Arden, 1839. 
 
130 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 
 
 TO A WITHERED LEAF. 
 
 [From the Warwick Advertiser.] 
 
 Why dost thou, sear leaf, still 
 Cling to thy native tree? 
 
 This little murmuring rill 
 Would bear thee far away. 
 
 And lay thee where thy fellows lie, 
 
 In winter's chilling: arms to die. 
 
 Why stay— neglected— sere ? 
 
 For time, no more, will fling 
 Around the waning year 
 
 The gentle hue of spring! 
 Her light shall wake, no more, for thee, 
 The charms that marked her hour of alee! 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 131 
 
 Erewhile, the shivering trees 
 Flung off their bright array, 
 
 Thou tremblest in the breeze, 
 All lonely in decay; 
 
 Now winter's bleak and chilling breath. 
 
 Awaits thy lonely hour of death ! 
 
 Ah! emblem thou, of life, 
 When time's resistless power, 
 
 And winter's stormy strife, 
 Have chilled affection's flower, 
 
 All sere, and lone, age yet may stay, 
 
 And wear its friendless life awav! 
 
132 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 
 
 AN AUTUMN SCENE. 
 
 [to h. r.] 
 
 The murmur sleeps that tuned the fitful breeze, 
 Borne in sad cadence down the gliding stream ; 
 
 The sear leaves, singly, fall from silent trees, 
 And linger yet, as though some wierd-like dream 
 
 Beckoned them back to life's first genial hours, 
 
 To summer's glowing light, and wealth of flowers. 
 
 The storm is hushed that flashed, at noon-day hour, 
 Its fitful light athwart the angry sky, 
 
 That bade the clouds their latent torrents pour, 
 And the loud thunder roar and crash on high; 
 
 Now the swift lightnings sleep, and thunder's roar, 
 
 In the calm light of eve, is heard no more. 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 133 
 
 Now glides the moon athwart the brow of night, 
 And pours her beams o'er nature's shadowy form 
 
 Yet phantom shadows linger on the sight, 
 Moving like spirits of the vanished storm. 
 
 Is it that fancy lingers with the hour 
 
 That trembled with the storm's resistless power? 
 
 But now the heavens are bright, and earth serene 
 As hopes of youth when love's sweet light is nigh 
 
 Could those beloved eyes but share the scene, 
 And gaze with mine upon this cloudless sky, 
 
 Then earth would give to me a joy so true 
 
 I need not gaze upon the boundless blue! 
 
134 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS 
 
 WRITTEN FOR H 
 
 [to a.] 
 
 The joyful scenes we once could share, 
 Shall absence teach us to forget? 
 
 The light of home still lingers there, 
 And lures the heart to linger yet! 
 
 There, as we plucked affection's flower, 
 
 We dreamed not of a parting hour! 
 
 We dreamed alone of summer time, 
 Of sunny hours, and fadeless youth, 
 
 Wrapped nature oft in mood sublime, 
 And vainly thought each mood was truth! 
 
 'Twas all our wish, 'twas all our care, 
 
 Those scenes of joy, for aye, to share! 
 
 Still smiles the hope, in light serene, 
 
 And flutters o'er a future day, 
 That whispers, we shall meet again 
 
 With gladsome hearts and feelings gay. 
 Till then, the hope shall fill the breast, 
 With longing, lingering love, caress'd! 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 135 
 
 TO H. 
 
 Here rests each warm and cherished thought, 
 Apart from life's tumultuous noise; 
 
 No baseless dream, by fancy taught. 
 With foolish hopes, and vainer joys : 
 
 Around thy form, around thy fate, 
 Life's purest hopes, in gladness twine; 
 
 With thee the lingering heart doth wait 
 In joy to know its hopes are thine! 
 
 Now, as I watch thy beaming eyes, 
 That heart doth bound, with joy elate, 
 
 To wake the glance which more I prize 
 Than all besides of good or great ! 
 
136 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS 
 
 THINK OF ME. 
 
 [to h.] 
 
 Think of me when gladsome morning- 
 Ushers light's returning beams, 
 
 As thou wakest with the dawning, 
 And when day's full glory streams! 
 
 Think of me when zephyrs, vagrant, 
 O'er the noon-day hour shall play, 
 
 Fitful though their breath, yet fragrant, 
 As they kiss the noon of day! 
 
 Think of me when twilight lingers, 
 Throned like hope on nature's brow, 
 
 When the evening's shadowy fingers 
 Spread the veil that wraps her now ! 
 
 Think of me, if e'er awaking 
 
 When midnight dreams with fancy play, 
 Then breathe a prayer — the silence breaking- 
 
 For one who dreameth but of thee ! 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 131 
 
 AN APPEAL. 
 
 [to h.] 
 
 Oh! tell me, thou loved one, is hope but a dream 
 
 This lingering heart to beguile? 
 To linger a. moment with flattering beam, 
 
 Then leave it uncheered with a smile? 
 
 Has silence encircled thine heart with a spell, 
 
 And left its true feelings unspoken 
 To wound this true heart with a silent farewell? 
 
 Oh! would that the silence were broken! 
 
 Yet should, in thy glance, but a welcome arise, 
 
 When meeting to brighten the hour, 
 The heart-beaming truth that would flash from thine 
 eyes 
 
 Would girdle the silence with power! 
 
 Though mute were thy lips, the silence would speak, 
 And joy would the moments employ! 
 
 'T would glow till thy lips the silence would break, 
 And crown the full cup of my joy! 
 
138 LIFE AND HEART XECOBDS. 
 
 SONG. 
 
 I love with a love brightly glowing, 
 
 I love with a love that is true! 
 Hope's sweet benediction bestowing 
 Its smile o'er a heart overflowing 
 With fervor of gladness for you! 
 
 I love thee when thou art beside me, 
 
 I love thee when thou art afar, 
 And whatever — whatever — betide me, 
 A beacon, to cheer and to guide me, 
 Thou still shalt be life's chosen star! 
 
 I love with a love that doth measure 
 
 The days and the years of my youth, 
 A love that shall still be my treasure 
 When age shall give memory leisure 
 To count up the years of my truth! 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 139 
 
 A SUMMER EVENING. 
 
 How sad, yet how sweet, is the evening hour, 
 When silence a tyranny holds, 
 
 When hope's sweet illusions have gathered the 
 flower, 
 
 Ere the bud of the future unfolds ! 
 How murmurs the breeze as it tunefully flows 
 
 Over floweret and towering tree, 
 As the world's weary heart-throbs are hushed to 
 repose 
 
 On the bosom of vanishing day ! 
 How sombre the shadows which gracefully move 
 
 'Neath the elms that o'ershaclow my way, 
 As the moon spreads her light their branches above, 
 
 With gentle, and beautiful ray! 
 Sweet moon! I could gaze on thy calm, gentle, light, 
 
 Till midnight's mysterious hour, 
 Still drifting with thoughts that should girdle the 
 night 
 
 With fancy's unspeakable power! 
 
140 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 
 
 A SONG. 
 
 Softly float, 0! gentle breezes, 
 O'er the brow of smiling day, 
 
 Through the valley, o'er the upland, 
 Waft the genial breath of May! 
 
 Softly smile, awakened sunbeams, 
 Warm the breath of playful breeze 
 
 As it dances through the branches 
 Of the budding, swelling, trees! 
 
 Wake to life the glowing flowers, 
 Wake the thrilling tones of love! 
 
 Music! fill the circling hours! 
 Music! charm the listening grove! 
 
 Murmur still, ye tuneful breezes, 
 By the stream and woodland gay, 
 
 Through the valley, o'er the upland. 
 Waft the genial breath of May! 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. 141 
 
 SONG OF THE BELLS. 
 
 List to the melody rising merrily, 
 
 The woods and the fields with wild notes ring, 
 Join in the roundelay, drive sad thoughts away, 
 
 Nature invites thee, merrily to sing! 
 
 Rising, falling, merrily calling. 
 
 We merry bells our melody fling 
 There, where the sunbeams play, over the meadows 
 gay, 
 Where notes of spring birds their sweet music 
 bring. 
 
U2 LIFE AND HEART RECORDS 
 
 Now, in life's morning, welcome the dawning, 
 Welcome the light of the redolent day! 
 
 Shroud not the greeting with sorrowful meeting, 
 Drive sombre shadows away, far away ! 
 
 Beauty discloses lilies and roses. 
 Eyes of soft hazel, and eyes sweetly blue; 
 
 Coral lips glowing, and softly o'erflowing 
 With accents e'er breathing in melody true! 
 
 List to the melody, rising merrily, 
 
 Music awaits thee, nature doth sing, 
 Join in the roundelay, while o'er the woodlands gay 
 
 We merry bells our melody fling! 
 
 1834. 
 
LIFE AND HEART RECORDS. i*3 
 
 TO AN INFANT AT PLAY. 
 
 [From the Hinckley Annual, 1S33— written in 1832.] 
 
 Smile, infant, smile on, for care spurns thy breast, 
 And pleasure's sweet flowers with thine innocence 
 grow ; 
 
 Peace dwells like a dove with thy moments of rest, 
 And beauty has planted her wreath on thy brosv! 
 
 Joys varied for thee flow into thy heart, 
 Reflecting their smiles on the beautiful scene, 
 
 While the present bright hours are eluding the smart, 
 And the future is wrapt in a flowery dream ! 
 
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 Parental affection now brightens thine eye, 
 And the smile of a mother doth banish thy fears, 
 
 But in thy fond bosom dwells many a sigh 
 That shall burst o'er the scenes of the swift coming 
 years ! 
 
 Smile, infant, smile now, for thy pleasure-crowned 
 head 
 Will shortly recline on the bosom of care, 
 When the heart may but sigh for the joys that are 
 fled, 
 Or thy sorrows may frown in the lap of despair ! 
 
 Smile, infant, smile on, these pleasures shall fade, 
 The swift-winged seasons are sounding their knell, 
 
 Smile while these fond moments in flowers are 
 arrayed, 
 Too soon shalt thou bid them, forever, farewell! 
 
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