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 GATHERED LEAVES 
 
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 GATHERED LEAVES 
 
 BY 
 
 JAMES A. PAGE, 
 
 (undergraduate of trin: coll: diblin.) 
 
 "What could so high thy rash ambition raise ?— 
 Art thou, fond youth, a candidate for praise !— 
 ' 'Tis true,' I said, 'not void of hopes I came, 
 For who so fond as youthful bards of Fame ? 
 But few, alas, the casual blessing boast, 
 So hard to gain, so easy to be lost' "— 
 
 Pope's Temple of Fame. 
 
 LONDON : 
 LONGMAN, BROWN, GREEN, AND LONGMANS. 
 
 M.DCCC.XLITI.
 
 WARRINGTON: PRINTED BY J. AND W. BOOTH, 
 HOHSE-MAIlliET-STREET.
 
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 TO 
 
 HER MAJESTY 
 
 ADELAIDE, THE QUEEN DOWAGER, 
 
 THESE POEMS 
 
 ARE 
 
 (BY HER MAJESTY'S GRACIOUS PERMISSION,) 
 
 MOST HUMBLY AND GRATEFULLY 
 
 DEDICATED. 

 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 HEAVEN .. .. .. .. .. .. i 
 
 NO MORE .. .. .. .. .. .. 3 
 
 TO A FRIEND . . . . . . . . . . . . 5 
 
 LINES TO THE REV. HUGH M'NEILE . . . . 7 
 
 SONG .. .. .. .. .. .. 9 
 
 WHAT IS FRIENDSHIP .. .. .. .. 10 
 
 STANZAS .. .. .. .. .. .. 13 
 
 THE CASTLE .. .. .. .. .. 15 
 
 THE CONFESSION .. .. .. .. .. 19 
 
 LINES ON THE DEATH OF TWIN SISTERS . . . . 21 
 
 NIGHT .. .. .. .. .. .. 23 
 
 THE ROSE OF SHARON . . . . . . . . 2G 
 
 STANZAS .. .. .. .. .. .. 28 
 
 SONG. THE SAILOR'S BE IDE .. .. .. 30 
 
 "OH, WHERE ARE THEY GONE" .. .. 32
 
 viii I ONTENTS 
 
 iv. i 
 
 ■\\ l.l.i- NOT FOB Ml .. .. .. .. M 
 
 •■ Bl i w I II' I OB \<>i K-l.l.N i - .. .. -iT 
 
 STANZAS .. ■• ■• ■• •• SB 
 
 THE EXILE - W U i. .. .. .. .. .. U 
 
 III M v.N HAPPINESS .. .. .. .. II 
 
 THE WIDiiv .. .. .. .. .. M 
 
 TIME 
 
 MEMORY 
 
 LINES ON THE MARRIAGE OF J. 11 B. BARST, ESQ, 
 
 BLEG1 . . . . . . . . . . . . K 
 
 SONG. "FAREWELL! MY VISIONED DREAM HATH I I I 
 
 ■•< \\-i iiimi i im) oi X GOD" .. .. .. .v.i 
 
 STANZAS .. .. .. .. .. SI 
 
 SONG. "Oil, ( U.I. ME NOT TOO LIGHT AND GAT" .. 68 
 LINES ON I 111. DEATH OF A FRIEND 
 Till; OLD MAN- 
 ODE ON THE BERTH OF THE PRINCE OF WAI .. 70 
 SONG. "HE HATH LEFT ME TO MY SADNESS" .. .. 75 
 
 MUSIC .. .. .. .. .. .. 77 
 
 ELEGY .. .. 7.1 
 
 \'E .. .. .. .. .. 81 
 
 TO MY GRANDFATHER 
 
 I HE i HANGE 
 
 W EVENING THOUGHT .. .. .. .. 89 
 
 1 HI. LAST 
 
 THE SAILOR'S "WIFE 
 
 PARTING .. .. .. .. .. ioi 
 
 i in. SIGH \Ni' I m: SML1 i .. .. .. .. 102 
 
 ALL I- \ \MTV .. .. .. .. .. ios 
 
 LINES, AFTER HEARING A YOUNG LADY SING .. .. 100 
 
 HI! lR8 .. .. .. .. .. 108 
 
 I III: LOVE Ol CHILDHOOD .. .. 109 
 
 l" 1 1 K CAPTN I .. .. .. .. no
 
 CONTENTS. ix 
 
 PAGE 
 
 HOPE .. .. .. .. .. ..112 
 
 "JESUS WEPT" .. .. .. .. .. 114 
 
 THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS .. .. .. .. UG 
 
 THE LAST CHILD .. .. .. .. .. US 
 
 TEARS .. .. .. .. .. ..120 
 
 THE BRIDE .. .. .. .. .. 123 
 
 THE DYING SOLDIER .. .. .. .. ..125 
 
 A BIRTH-DAY POEM . . . . . . . . 128 
 
 SONG. THE CONSTANT ONE . . . . . . 131 
 
 THE DEAD . . . . . . . . . . 133 
 
 THE UNHAPPY BRIDE . . . . . . . . 137 
 
 BEWARE . . . . . . . . . . . . 139 
 
 THE FIRST-BORN SLAIN . . . . . . 141 
 
 CAN WE FORGET . . . . . . . . . . 145 
 
 HOPES AND FEARS . . . . . . . . 148 
 
 THE FRIENDS WE LOVE . . . . . . . . 150
 
 GATHERED LEAVES.
 
 HEAVEN. 
 
 OX BEING REQUESTED TO WRITE A POEM ON HEAVEN. 
 
 And wouldst thou ask a human tongue 
 
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 To venture with an Angel's song ! 
 And bid a mortal fancy roam 
 Where but immortal spirits come ! 
 Wouldst have my daring hand aspire 
 
 To sound one sweet, or tuneful tone ; 
 To sing of Heaven, on Seraph's lyre, 
 
 My instrument, and theme unknown ! 
 
 Go, bid the doleful birds of night 
 To sing of noon-day's dazzling light ! 
 Go, bid the fettered captive try 
 The joyous harp of liberty !
 
 1 1 1 : \ \ i \ 
 
 Bui ask doI one of earth's dark clod. 
 The mysteries of Reaves to scan, 
 
 Or Bwell the chords, high strung of (iod, 
 Too high for grovelling strains of man ! 
 
 Beyond our cloud-encircled sense 
 
 The glories of Omnipotence; 
 
 Too glaring for a mortal eye 
 
 The sunheams of eternity ; 
 
 Too bright the scene where angels dwell 
 
 For aught but heavenly poet's lyre ; 
 No human tongue the bliss could tell, 
 
 Tho' lit with all a prophet's fire. 
 
 Then seek a lowlier song of me, 
 (Heaven suits not earthly minstrelsy) 
 Nor woidd I wish, nor would I dare 
 Attempt its joys, till entered there : 
 Here, let me tune to humbler lays, 
 
 Nor strain the lyre that (iod hath given: 
 Above, He'll fit it for His praise, 
 
 And string it high lor songs of Heaven.
 
 NO MORE. 
 
 No more ! — How sad those accents lie, 
 
 How lingering on the tongue ; 
 The sweet, melodious symphony, 
 
 Of many a happy song. 
 No more ! — There is a holiness, 
 
 A sadness, in the tone, 
 An echoing of the happiness, 
 
 That is for ever flown. 
 
 They strike as Memory's falling chimes 
 
 Upon Reflection's ear, 
 And tell of other — happier times, 
 
 Departed, yet more dear; 
 Of sunny day, that now has fled, 
 
 Ere yet a stormy morrow 
 Each full-blown rose of joy had shed, 
 
 And left but thorns of sorrow.
 
 M> MORE 
 
 And yet those words I love to hear, 
 
 Tim' me and hopes they ma er; 
 For friends, that once were loved and dear, 
 
 Shall he rememhered ever : 
 And they will speak of days t<> come, 
 
 When all who loved hefore, 
 Shall meet in one eternal home, 
 
 And meet — to part — no more. 

 
 TO A FRIEND. 
 
 Oh say not this world is so dreary and dark, 
 To day thou couldst leave it without a regret ; 
 
 Nor tell me that hope has no lingering spark, 
 To rekindle thy shades of unhappiness yet ! 
 
 In thy soul's gloomy heaven no beautiful star, 
 
 That still glitters bright over time's troubled main, 
 
 And tells, like the mariner's beacon afar, 
 
 Of a port, and a haven, thy wishes would gain ! 
 
 As thy bark labours on thro' the merciless tide, 
 Are there no gentle currents of friendship or love, 
 
 Where for some happy mom e nts secure she may ride, 
 From the breakers around, and the tempest above !
 
 [•0 \ FRIEND. 
 
 A\ .1^ there ever a cloud thai encircled thy way, 
 So dense, and so gloomy, thai Hope's peering eye 
 
 Could not m ■<• thro' its veil Borne etheria] ray, 
 
 From the lamp of the soul, thai is burning on high! 
 
 Was there ever a pathway thy footstep hath trod, 
 Where no smiling flowerets of fancy were seen, 
 
 Bedecking the rohe of the dreariest sod, 
 And lighting the face of the loneliest scene ! 
 
 Then think on the sun, on the star, on the flowers, 
 On all the dear friends, who are loving thee yet, 
 
 On thy hopes, on the joys of some memoried hours, 
 And say, couldst thou leave them without a regret !
 
 LINES 
 
 TO THE REV. HUGH M'NEILE, 
 
 ON THE DEATH OF HIS SON. 
 
 He is gone ! — Yes, the child of thy love hath ascended 
 To joys, that so oft he hath heard thee foretell ; 
 
 And welcoming songs of bright angels are blended 
 With our sighs, as we bid the departed farewell ! 
 
 He is gone ! — and thy bosom, fond father, is swelling, 
 And the tear-drop of nature, weak nature, will fall ; 
 
 But Faith's piercing eye sees the fair spirit dwelling 
 In bliss, whence thou wouldst not thy lov'd one recall. 
 
 Yes, thou knowest the Hand, that hath culled the sweet flower, 
 Is the same, that first placed it to bloom on the tree ; 
 
 And tho' pained for the loss, still adorest the Power, 
 That gave, and hath taken, thy darling from thee.
 
 8 LINES 
 
 'Neath the warm airs of heaven thai fair bud is blooming, 
 Caught up from the storm, and the tempest below; 
 
 With fragrance the garden of beauty perfuming, 
 \\ here Jesus hath placed his own flowerets to grow. 
 
 Then weep not his absence in brighl realms of glory; 
 
 Need I bid thee to weep not, fond parenl ? — Oh no ! 
 For thou know'st that thy child hath but journeyed before thee, 
 
 To the home of the blessed, where thou art to go.
 
 SONG. 
 
 Ye dreams of hope and joy, farewell ! 
 
 Departed hours of bliss ! 
 I hear my loved one's parting knell, 
 
 I take a last cold kiss : 
 They bear away my all on earth, 
 
 From earth untimely riven ; 
 A plant of too celestial birth 
 
 To flourish, save in heaven. 
 
 From burdened clouds the rain will fall, 
 
 And I must weep for thee ; 
 But think not I would e'er recall 
 
 Thy rising soul to me ! 
 Oh no ! for thou wert far too dear, 
 
 And thoughts of thee shall prove 
 A charm to rule my conduct here, 
 
 That we may meet above !
 
 WHAT IS FRIENDSHIP. 
 
 It is the cord affection twines 
 With feelings warm and high ; 
 
 That links two kindred souls of earth. 
 With more than earthly tie. 
 
 It can defy the blasting breath 
 
 Of Slander's poisoned tongue ; 
 Yea, firmer, closer, is entwined 
 By Calumny, and Wrong. 
 
 It can support the ponderous Load 
 
 Of sorrow and of care ; 
 ( 'an lilt it from the aching heart. 
 When pressing sadly there.
 
 WHAT IS FRIENDSHIP. H 
 
 It is the furnace of the soul, 
 
 Wherein its worth is tried ; 
 Where all it's dross must parted be, 
 
 It's gold be purified. 
 
 When from the Arctic shores of life 
 
 Keen winds of trouble blow, 
 And bid the slumbering embers burn, 
 
 With mightier, fiercer glow ; 
 
 Oh then, the heart, the firm, the true, 
 
 That can their power defy, 
 Alone is worthy to be linked 
 
 In Friendship's holy tie ! — 
 
 It is a plant of heavenly growth, 
 
 As fragrant, sweet, and rare, 
 As ever raised it's lovely head 
 
 In earth's attainted air. 
 
 Yet not a frail, and treacherous flower, 
 
 That blossoms to the day, 
 And when the chilly night-winds blow, 
 
 Will wither and decay.
 
 12 WHAT [S FRIENDSHIP. 
 
 It is a beauteous stream that HoWl 
 To love's unbounded sea, 
 
 Thai rolls it's clear and limpid w,u.> 
 Throughout eternity. 
 
 It is Ob Friendship ! I could sbew 
 
 Sweet images of thee, 
 In all that's holy, all that's fair, 
 
 In heaven, or earth, or sea. 
 
 But still methinks thyself to find 
 A fruitless task may prove, 
 
 Till sought within the blessed home 
 Of never-changing Love. 

 
 STANZAS. 
 
 Oh yes ! there are paths in this journey of ours, 
 
 So lovely and fair to the eye, 
 That oft we forget, as we walk 'mid the flowers, 
 
 How soon they must wither and die ! 
 
 There are days, when the sun is so beamy and bright, 
 
 His lustre undimmed by a cloud ; 
 We bask in his glory, nor think of the night, 
 
 That will come with his mantling shroud ! 
 
 There are times when the heart is so joyous and gay, 
 ' Neath the sunshine of Friendship and Love ; 
 
 We think not how quickly the one may decay, 
 And how faithless the other may prove !
 
 II 8TANZA8 
 
 \n>\ is it nol well, that our bosoms should be 
 So regardless of care and of sorrow ; 
 
 To-day, the blue curtain <>l' heaven to sir, 
 \<n- he sail for the clouds of to-morrow ! 
 
 Oh yes! for the ocean of life is so dark, 
 
 If the future we feared from the past, 
 Where, where could we find that invincible hark, 
 
 Might weather its storms to the last ! 
 
 Then be gay, where your path yet is scattered with flowers. 
 
 And smile when the sky yet is bright; 
 Too gloomy and drear this life -journey of ours, 
 
 To be sad in our moments of light !
 
 THE CASTLE. 
 
 Around some time-worn Castle's wall 
 
 I dearly love to stray, 
 When pensive shades of evening fall, 
 
 Mid ruins old and gray : 
 The spot where silent Solitude 
 
 Hath placed her ivy seat, 
 And starts if human foot intrude 
 
 Within her lone retreat. 
 
 I love the melancholy sound 
 
 Of night-breeze wandering by, 
 That roams the moss-grown turrets round, 
 
 With many a fitful sigh : 
 It seems to me as solemn whig 
 
 Of spectres hovering o'er, 
 Or spirit voices whispering 
 
 The joyous scenes of yore.
 
 16 rHE CAS I I.K. 
 
 ( >li yes ! methinks from every tower, 
 
 I rom e\ ery prostrate Btone, 
 Unearthly voices seem to pour 
 
 Their Iom and hollow tone : 
 They speak of by-gone glory fled, 
 
 Of gay and happy scene, 
 Where now with pensive foot I tread 
 
 The wreck of what has been. 
 
 As thro' such gloomy spot I roam, 
 
 Dim visions of the past, 
 In thousand scenes successive come, 
 
 Each fairer than the last : 
 I see the phantom-forms arise — 
 
 The ghosts of ancient days 
 Start from the tomb of centuries 
 
 To Fancy's airy gaze. 
 
 The lofty Lord, the Ladie gay, 
 
 Within yon hall I see, 
 With all the bold, and fair array 
 
 Of goodly companie : 
 I see of Knights a gallant throng, 
 
 With high-born dames advance, 
 To hear the Minstrel's fairy song, 
 
 Or join the mazy dance.
 
 THE CASTLE. 17 
 
 I see the feudal warrior band, 
 
 With helmet, sword, and shield, 
 Prepared with him to fall or stand, 
 
 Who leads them to the field : 
 I see them issuing from the gate, 
 
 With falchions lifted high ; 
 The echoing walls reverberate 
 
 Their mighty battle cry ! 
 
 'Tis fancy all ! — for nought is seen, 
 
 Save court with grass o'ergrown, 
 Deserted halls with ruin green, 
 
 And ivy-mantled stone : 
 Or ash trees wild on turrets high 
 
 Of moss-clad towers that grow, 
 And bend with breeze-awakened sigh, 
 
 O'er ruin's work below. 
 
 And nought is heard, save boding yell 
 
 Of night-bird hovering near, 
 The sad and lonely sentinel 
 
 Of that deserted sphere : — 
 The voice of Knight and Ladie gay, 
 
 The Minstrel's gentle lute, 
 The martial trumpet's echoing bray, 
 
 All, all, are still and mute !
 
 is THE CAST] I 
 
 But oh .' [love to wander \ el 
 
 These mansions of the pasl : 
 Tho' ofl the shadow of regret 
 
 Above my soul be cast ; 
 Their ruin now may call a tear 
 
 From Contemplation's eye, 
 But Fancy's memory comes to cheer, 
 
 Ami wipe the sorrow dry.
 
 THE CONFESSION. 
 
 Oh ! thou hast won my maiden heart, 
 
 My joyous and my free ; 
 And hopes of earthly happiness 
 
 Are centred all in thee : 
 Yes ! take me, take me for thine own ! 
 
 Why shoidd my tongue deny 
 That I have ever looked on thee 
 
 With more than friendship's eye ! 
 
 Mine never be the foolish part, 
 
 That woman plays not well ; 
 The fierce, yet smothered fire of love 
 
 T' endure, and never tell : 
 Why should we blush, why shoidd we fear 
 
 To set the passion free ! 
 Methinks it is no shame to love, 
 
 No shame to tell it thee.
 
 20 THE CON1 i 3SION 
 
 I've seen the \\ itching Beaut} ofl 
 
 With ready practised smile, 
 A thousand simple \ otari 
 
 Within her power beguile : 
 I've Been her frowns dispel the charm, 
 
 That bound full many a heart — 
 Oh. this is woman's weakness, this 
 
 A vain, degrading part ! 
 
 I've seen another, once as blythe 
 
 And joyous as the day. 
 Now gloomy, sad, and sorrowful, 
 
 Her beauty sigh away : 
 She will not ease her burdened breast 
 
 Of love that struggles there — 
 Oh, this is woman's weakness, this 
 
 I would not wish to share ! 
 
 No ! No ! I freely tell thee all ; 
 
 And let the fair one blame, 
 Who loves as I, and never burned 
 
 To tell the secret flame : — 
 Thou askesl would my heart deny 
 
 Thine own for life to be, — 
 Take me — oh! take me, I am thine, 
 
 I love, I live for thee !
 
 LINES 
 
 ON THE DEATH OF TWIN SISTEES, WHO DIED OX THE SAME DAY. 
 
 " Lovely and pleasant in their lives, and in their death they were not divided." 
 
 2 Sam. i. 23. 
 
 They have gone to the home of the blessed on high, 
 Twin Sisters on earth, and twin Angels above ; 
 
 The knot of affection nor death could untie, 
 
 Nor the grave cast a shroud on the sunlight of love. 
 
 On the stage of existence they entered together, 
 Each scene, every pathway, in company trod ; 
 
 In every change of the world's varied weather — 
 
 The same were their wishes, their hopes, and their God. 
 
 Was ever a tear in one Sister's blue eye 
 
 When the brow of the other was lit with a smile ; 
 
 Did one snowy bosom e'er heave with a sigh, 
 And the other unmoved at its feeling the while !
 
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 Was ever a bope, a delight, or a Borrow, 
 
 Tiny shared col as one ! — In the cloud of to-daj . 
 Or the brighl expectation of sunshine to-morrow; 
 Alike was each spirit, or saddened, or gay. 
 
 As two lovely mirrors each other reflecting, 
 In life's moving scene, every object that pass'd, 
 
 On the face of the one it "s resemblance effecting, 
 O'er the other's fair surface a shadow would cast. 
 
 They were surely designed by their Maker to be 
 
 Terrestrial emblems of heavenly love, 
 That all might regard their affection, and see 
 
 How dear to each other arc spirits above. 
 
 They were such in their lives — and methinks a command 
 For the Angel of death had in mercy been given, 
 
 To strike them together, nor loosen the band 
 
 That united on earth, and shall bind them in heaven ! 
 
 From the first smiling hour, to the darkest — the last, 
 Nor life, death, or grave, the sweet sisters could sever; 
 
 And in one Angel-messenger's arms they have passed 
 To the sann happy hom< — undivided l'>y ever!
 
 NIGHT. 
 
 Oh ! I love the fair night, 
 
 With its moon and its stars, 
 That are riding along 
 
 In their glittering cars : 
 So richly bespangled 
 
 The firmament through, 
 As gems on a robe 
 
 Of etherial blue : 
 Tho' day with it's glory, 
 
 More dazzling and bright : 
 Give me the pale beauty, 
 
 The sweetness of night ! 
 
 Yes, I love the fair night ! 
 
 When free, unconfin'd, 
 My spirit can roam, 
 
 Thro' the regions of mind :
 
 14 NIGHT. 
 
 < )n pinions of silence 
 
 Be wafted away 
 Through past scenes of me i \ . 
 
 Gloomy or t. r a\ : 
 ( )i- in clouds of the futun 
 
 To venture its flighl ; 
 ( )h. give me the stillness, 
 
 The silence of rrighl ! 
 
 Tho' fresh be the morn, 
 
 With it's sparkling dew. 
 And fair be the day. 
 
 With it's roseate hue : 
 Tho" minstrels of air, 
 
 And the murmuring sound 
 Of Nature's Bweel chorus 
 
 Be swelling around : 
 Tho' the morn, tho' the day, 
 
 To the ear, to the sight, 
 Be ever so lo\ ely, 
 
 Yet give me the night ! 
 
 \\ Inn aoughl can be heard, 
 lii the dale, on the hill, 
 
 Save sofi sighing breezes, 
 \ 1 1 < 1 babbling rill ;
 
 NIGHT. 25 
 
 Oh, then is the time, 
 
 When spirits begin 
 Their songs of the soul, 
 
 Heard only within ! — 
 With it's silence, it's music, 
 
 That strangely unite, 
 With all it's lone pleasures, 
 
 Oh give me the night !
 
 THE ROSE OF SHARON. 
 
 On, many and fair are the flowers I have seen, 
 
 But how sadly their glory hath flown! 
 And the spot, where the light of their beauty hath been, 
 
 Is gloomy, deserted, and lone. 
 
 Like all that is lovely and pleasant on earth 
 They blossom, they bloom, they decay; 
 
 And hopes, that wen; kindled by joy at their birth, 
 Are faded, and withered as they. 
 
 But oh! there is one, and a beautiful flower, 
 
 That smiles with etherial bloom, 
 And tills the pure air of it's heavenlj bower 
 
 With rich, and eternal perfum<
 
 THE ROSE OF SHARON. 27 
 
 The sweet Rose of Sharon, the Rose of the skies, 
 
 That Angels behold with delight; 
 Whose splendour can dazzle the cherubims eyes, 
 
 So full, so ineffably bright. 
 
 'Tis a flower that hath shone 'mid the chaos of gloom, 
 
 Ere the work of creation began ; 
 And unwithered will smile, when eternity's tomb 
 
 Shall close upon nature and man. 
 
 Transplanted awhile from the gardens above, 
 
 It scented the world's barren sod ; 
 The beautiful emblem, the essence of love, 
 
 The emblem, the essence of God. 
 
 It returned to its own native soil in the sky, 
 
 To nourish eternally there ; 
 But the odour it left in its passage on high 
 
 Still scents this terrestrial air. 
 
 Oh ! I've heard of this floweret ; and this be my fate, 
 
 And this to my wishes be given, 
 To enjoy its perfume in this mortal estate, 
 
 And to gaze on its beauty in heaven.
 
 STANZAS. 
 
 I've seen a fair and noble ship 
 
 Put forth upon the sea, 
 With all her shining canvass spread, 
 
 Eight gay and gallantly : — 
 I've watched her lessening o'er the wave 
 
 With Hope's delusive eye, 
 Till, like the vision of a dream 
 
 She mingled with the sky. 
 
 W here is she now ? — Yon orphan's fo 
 
 The awful tale may tell, 
 Yon widow's swelling bosom shevi 
 
 Her pitemis late lull Well : 
 She sank! with all her buoyant heart--. 
 
 So noble, and so bra\ e ; 
 W lid ocean's roar their funeral knell, 
 
 An<l oci au's depths their grave.
 
 STANZAS. 29 
 
 And such methinks is human life, 
 
 And such is mortal man, 
 And every fabric, Hope can rear 
 
 On ought but heavenly plan ! 
 All, all are fragile as the bark, 
 
 Tho' beautiful they be, 
 And soon may sink beneath the wave 
 
 Of fate's unfathomed sea. 
 
 Then trust not to thy vessel fair, 
 
 Thou mariner of life ! 
 But hold thee fast by Him, who rules 
 
 The ocean's warring strife : 
 That when untimely she may sink, 
 
 Uplifted thou shalt rise ; 
 And winds, that overwhelm thy bark 
 
 Shall bear thee to the skies !
 
 SONG. 
 
 l in. SAILOE'8 liKllM 
 
 Oh! ask me not to go with thee, 
 Ami leave my father's homo, 
 
 Along the deep and stormy sea. 
 A sailor's bride to roam ! 
 
 It is not that my heart would fear 
 
 To brave the ocean wild, 
 To all it*s wrath, when thou wert near, 
 
 I could be reconciled ! 
 
 It is not I can never love ! 
 
 Thou knowest this full well, 
 This lei my throbbing bosom prove 
 
 My parting sorrow tell.
 
 SONG. 31 
 
 It is not I would doubt thee true,- 
 Oh ! I could trust to thee, 
 
 And every maiden fear subdue 
 Of man's inconstancy ! 
 
 It is not so — but in that cot 
 My father dwells with me ; 
 
 And oh ! to leave him bid me not- 
 It cannot — shall not be ! 
 
 Then ask me not to go with thee, 
 And leave my father's home, 
 
 Along the deep and stormy sea 
 A sailor's bride to roam !
 
 
 oil. WHERE ARE THEY GONE." 
 
 The bubbles of childhood, 
 
 As lighl as (he air, 
 With all their sweet colours 
 
 Undimmed by a care : 
 On whose glassy surface 
 
 The sun brightly shone: — 
 The bubbles of childhood, 
 
 Oh, where are they gone ! 
 
 Youth's beautiful pictures 
 
 So beaming and gay, 
 With all their young freshness 
 
 Untouched by decay ; 
 With their fields, and their (lowers, 
 
 Their light, and their snn ; 
 N outh's beautiful pictures — 
 
 Oh. where arc they gone '
 
 "OH, WHERE ARE THEY GONE." 33 
 
 The eyes, that were beaming 
 
 With hope and with love, 
 Like planets of evening, 
 
 That glitter above ; 
 Giving gladness to all 
 
 That they sparkled upon : 
 The eyes that were beaming 
 
 Oh, where are they gone ! 
 
 The hopes that were brightest, 
 
 When all was so dark ; 
 Illuming the spirit 
 
 With heavenly spark ; 
 Of all their gay visions 
 
 Alas ! there are none ! 
 The hopes that were brightest — 
 
 Oh, where are they gone ! 
 
 All, all, are departed 
 
 As meteor's ray, 
 And soon we may perish 
 
 More quickly than they ; 
 And some that to-day 
 
 We are smiling upon, 
 
 May to-morrow be sighing, 
 
 "Oh, where are they gone !" 
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 WEEP NOT R)U MxE." 
 
 Weep nut tin- me. my faithful ones! 
 
 Nor shed a parting tear, 
 Tho" now my last of mortal pangs, 
 
 My destined hour draw near; 
 Tho' Hell, with all his demon train. 
 
 Be gathering round the tree ; 
 Yet, daughters of Jerusalem, 
 
 Weep not, weep not lor me ! 
 
 Tho' all the load of damning guilt, 
 
 That crushed a ruined world, 
 In this extreme, and awful hour. 
 
 1 pon my head lie hurled, 
 Tho' all the burning wrath of Grod 
 
 Within my bosom !»■ ; 
 Yet, daughters of Jerusalem, 
 
 Weep ii"t. weep doI tor me !
 
 "WEEP NOT FOR ME." 3.5 
 
 Tho' I have felt the keenest rage 
 
 Of hatred, grief, and scorn ; 
 Tho' suffering more than man could bear, 
 
 By man must still be borne ; 
 Tho' every mortal feeling shrinks 
 
 Yon dreadful cross to see ; 
 Yet, daughters of Jerusalem, 
 
 Weep not, weep not for me ! 
 
 I know your kind and gentle hearts 
 
 Are torn to see me die, 
 But wist ye not that death to me 
 
 Is life, and victory ? 
 Or think ye I could disobey 
 
 The Father's firm decree ? 
 Then, daughters of Jerusalem, 
 
 Weep not — Weep not for me ! 
 
 Was I not born to bear the load 
 
 Of sorrow and of guilt ? 
 Does not this mortal life-blood flow 
 
 To be for mortals spilt ? 
 Was I not sent for sin of man 
 
 A sacrifice to be ? 
 Then, daughters of Jerusalem, 
 
 Weep not — Weep not for me !
 
 ■ \\ I i.l' NOT FOH Ml . 
 
 Th<>" <liMth in.i\ seem with tyrant hand 
 To mock my sovereign power; 
 
 Will not liis dark dominion end 
 
 \\ ith my departing hour : 
 On mi' his Bceptre shall he hroke, 
 
 I take his prison key ; 
 Then, daughters of Jerusalem, 
 
 Weep not — Weep not for me ! 
 
 Shall I not burst his shattered chain, 
 
 On angels' wings to rise ; 
 And these my conquering trophies bear 
 
 Triumphant to the skies ? 
 There, could ye view my shining throne, 
 
 My radiant glory see ; 
 Oh, daughters of Jerusalem, 
 
 Ye would not weep for me ! 

 
 .. 
 
 BUT WEEP FOR YOURSELVES." 
 
 But weep for yourselves ! — for the terrible cry 
 Of long-suffered guilt is ascended on high ; 
 Full charged are the heavens with lightning red, 
 And the thunder-cloud's fury is over you spread. 
 
 But weep for yourselves ! — for with merciless hand 
 The demon, Destruction, is lighting his brand ; 
 It is lighted, it burns with unquenchable might, 
 And ere long shall Jerusalem flame with the light. 
 
 But weep for yourselves ! — for your offspring lament, 
 For the bow of the spoiler is raised, — it is bent ; 
 The sword is vmsheathed, and the spear lifted high, 
 And the hell-hounds of vengeance have uttered their cry.
 
 38 "BUT WEEP FOB 1 > OUBSEL/\ i> 
 
 Hut weep for yourselves ! — 'N <■-. ^ ye shall weep, 
 
 Ami the voice of your wailing l>'' awful and deep; 
 Lament for the (amine, the fire, and the sword, 
 For wrath has gone out from the face of the Lord.
 
 STANZAS. 
 
 SHxVLL I flee from my friends, 
 
 When the world frowns around them. 
 Lest a smile from myself 
 
 That false world may withhold, 
 Tho' kind, and true-hearted 
 
 I still may have found them, 
 Shall I ever desert them 
 
 For tales that are told ! 
 
 Shall I be like the sun, 
 
 That so warmly is shining, 
 When no cloud is seen, 
 
 O'er the heaven's blue space ; 
 Like the fickle, fair flowers, 
 
 That closely are twining, 
 Ere chilly winds come 
 
 To relax their embrace !
 
 10 STANZAS 
 
 Thro 1 life lei me wander 
 
 Deserted and lonely, 
 Let me perish unwept, 
 
 When my journey shall end; 
 If fondly I cling 
 
 In prosperity onlj . 
 Let me find not on earth 
 
 Or in heaven, — a Friend !
 
 THE EXILE'S WIFE. 
 
 Oh, I've loved thee, I've loved thee, 
 
 In glory and shame ! 
 And I've proved thee, I've proved thee, 
 
 Yet true and the same ! 
 I have found thee in sadness, 
 
 More gentle to me, 
 Than ever in gladness, 
 
 Another could be : 
 Then I will not, believe me, 
 
 My husband, my own, 
 I never will leave thee 
 
 To suffer alone ! 
 
 An exile they send thee 
 
 From scenes of thy birth, 
 Where none can befriend thee 
 
 On that gloomy earth,
 
 Ij I in: EXILE'S WIFE. 
 
 \\ here tin countrj 'a brai e bosoms 
 
 Are | » i n i 1 1 <z ;i\\.i\ ; 
 Where I [ope iu'vit Mussoms, 
 
 Where Joy cannot stay : 
 Then I will not, believe me, 
 
 My husband, my own, 
 I nevei \\ ill leave tliee 
 
 To suffer alone ! 
 
 I > i ir vows nave been plighted 
 
 For joy, or for grief ; 
 The one has hecn hlighted 
 
 As spring's early leaf ; 
 For the other came sadly 
 
 Like winds o*er the tree : 
 I've been with thee gladly, 
 
 And still I must be : 
 Y( 's. 1 never — believe me, 
 
 My husband, my own, 
 I never will leave thee 
 
 To suffer alone ! 
 
 Oh yes ! every Borrow, 
 Eacb pang tlii' i> thine, 
 
 Some sweetness maj borrow 
 To know it is mine ;
 
 THE EXILE'S WIFE. 43 
 
 The burden is lighter 
 
 Of grief, and of care, 
 The darkness made brighter, 
 
 When others can share : 
 Then I will not, believe me, 
 
 My husband, my own, 
 I never will leave thee 
 
 To suffer alone ! 
 
 Till thou art departed 
 
 Where troubles are o'er, 
 Or I, broken hearted, 
 
 Am with thee no more ; 
 Till death shall us sever, 
 
 The bond shall untie, 
 That united us ever 
 
 In sorrow, or joy : 
 I will not, believe me, 
 
 My husband, my own, 
 I never will leave thee 
 
 To suffer alone !
 
 HUMAN HAPPINESS. 
 
 A sunny isle — that Fancy view-. 
 
 Beyond a stormy sea, 
 More smiling, green, and beautiful 
 
 Than fairy land could be ; 
 Where suns unclouded never set 
 
 In skies serenely bright ; 
 Where Nature spreads her loveliness 
 
 Unshaded to the sight. 
 
 We mark this dreamy spot afar, 
 Thro' Hope's delusive glass ; 
 
 We launch our boat, and spread our sail, 
 The treacherous waves t<> pass; 
 
 To leave the gloomy shore behind, 
 Its dark and tainted air ; 
 
 To reach that sweet and verdant land, 
 \nd casl "Mi anchor there.
 
 HUMAN HAPPINESS. 45 
 
 But though along the troubled deep 
 
 Our vessel swiftly steers, 
 This visioned haven of the soul, 
 
 As distant yet appears ; 
 For 'tis a vain, unreal thing, 
 
 Deluding mortal eyes ; 
 The shadow of a land of bliss, 
 
 Reflected from the skies.
 
 'NIK WIDOWKK. 
 
 Cease, cease, my kind, my gentle friends ! 
 
 Your words of comfort are in vain : 
 Beneath this load my spirit bends, 
 
 And ne'er can be restored again. 
 These burning tears ye cannot dry, 
 
 Ye cannot soothe my bosom's stri J'< *. 
 Ye cannot hind the broken tie, 
 
 That held my withered soul to 111* ■ - 
 
 Oh no ! ye never can restore 
 
 The lamp of life, ere while that Bhone, 
 Nor ope the adamantine door 
 
 Of that place where .sin- has gone : 
 "Where now methinks that 1 can hear 
 
 Death's pale and ghastly company, 
 ' )n rival pinions hovering near 
 
 Ti _i< el a Btranger fair as ahe !
 
 THE WIDOWER. 47 
 
 She was the pure, the radiant gem, 
 
 That long had filled my fancy's thought, 
 The brightest on the diadem, 
 
 That Heaven for Virtue's brow hath wrought : 
 And she was mine — Oh God ! Oh God ! 
 
 Why didst thou give this envied boon, 
 To strike it with thine awful rod, 
 
 And bid its lustre fade so soon ! 
 
 Speak not to me of happier days, 
 
 When grief's first ecstacy is past ; 
 For dark to me the sunniest rays, 
 
 That joy would o'er my journey cast, 
 For she, my light, my hope, has fled — 
 
 The window of my soul is gone, 
 Thro' which my hopes their radiance shed, 
 
 Thro' which my beams of pleasure shone. 
 
 And now my heart must ever be 
 
 A dungeon, horrible and dark, 
 Where even warmth of memory, 
 
 Can kindle scarce one welcome spark ; 
 The sun may glitter day by day, 
 
 And all around be fair and bright : 
 But never will he cast a ray 
 
 Can pierce my bosom's settled night.
 
 |v THE WIDOWER. 
 
 Then cease, my kind, my gentle friends, 
 
 \ our words of comforl are in vain ; 
 Beneath its load my spirit bends, 
 
 And ae'er ••an 1"' restored again. 
 My burning tears ye cannot dr\ . 
 
 Ye cannot soothe niv bosom's strife 
 \ e cannot hind the broken tie, 
 
 Vc cannot give me hack my wife !
 
 TIME. 
 
 Time is past — when Childhood's river 
 Flowed so gently toward the sea, 
 
 Childhood's sailor thought not ever 
 What the ocean, Life, would be. 
 
 Time is now — the deep before us, 
 Many a stormy league is past, 
 
 Breakers round, and tempest o'er us, 
 None can say how long 'twill last. 
 
 Time will be — when all is over, 
 
 This we needs must know full well ; 
 
 What the country we discover, 
 
 None hath e'er returned to tell ! 
 D
 
 MKMOKY. 
 
 When friends we loved dearly arc changed, or departed, 
 And 'reft of them now we are dreary and lone : 
 
 By ingratitude torn, by their loss broken-hearted, 
 Is there nought of them left to regard as our own ! 
 
 When eyes, that were bright, arc bedimmed in the grave, 
 When the tongue's gentle melody ceases to flow; 
 
 When the spirit returns to its Author, who gave, 
 Is there nought of our friend we can cherish below ! 
 
 Yes, Memory ! thou hast full many a token, 
 Can light every fire of the soul for a while; 
 
 Can restore every look, every word that was spoken, 
 And recall them again with a tear or a smile! —
 
 MEMORY. 51 
 
 When blasts of the tempest rush over a scene, 
 That once was so verdant, so sunny, and fair, 
 
 And leaves but a waste where it's beauties have been, 
 Is there nought that can tell us what beauty was there ! 
 
 When darkness o'ershadows the face of the sky, 
 And chilly winds rush thro' the portals of night ; 
 
 Is there ne'er a glad meteor flashing on high, 
 Reminds us of day, and the sun's beamy light ! 
 
 And when care shall have blasted the flowers of the soul, 
 When joys are departed, and hopes are decayed, 
 
 When midnight of grief on the spirit shall roll ; 
 Oh, then is there nought to illumine the shade ! 
 
 Yes, Memory ! — beautiful dream of the mind ! 
 
 As in thy happy visions our fancy may stray, 
 The shades of dead flowerets oft bloom intertwined 
 
 With thorns, that encircle our journey to day. 
 
 And on those smiling shadows with lingering eye 
 We gaze, while the lovely delusion may last : 
 
 Oh sad, that we e'er should awake with a sigh, 
 And reality tell us the vision is past !
 
 LINES 
 
 0» nil. MARRIAGE OF J. II. 9. BABBY, ESQ. OF M u;i;i KV HALL. 
 
 On, noble looked the Bridegroom gay, 
 
 And lovely looked the Bride, 
 As they led her to the altar-step, 
 
 And placed her by his side; 
 While early friends, with tearful eyes 
 
 Around those loved ones press, 
 And many a heart to Heaven is raised 
 
 That youthful pair to bless! 
 
 Yes, tears were shed ! — but they were like 
 
 The dews of rising day, 
 That harbinger the sun's approach, 
 
 But melt beneath his ray ; 
 That fall, as though they seemed to weep 
 
 For shining hours gone by, 
 But tell us of a brighter day. 
 \nd more unclnudid skv.
 
 LINES. 53 
 
 The orange-flowers, that decked the Bride, 
 
 And bound her silken hair, 
 Seemed like the silvery wreath of light, 
 
 That crowns an angel fair ; 
 Trembling, as tho' that angel came 
 
 With still and airy tread, 
 And stirred them by the blessing breathed 
 
 Above her sister's head. 
 
 It was a holy thing to hear 
 
 Those faithful hearts declare 
 The sea of life, in storm or calm, 
 
 In weal or woe to share ; 
 When sunshine kindly beams above, 
 
 And lights the waves below, 
 Or when the heavens are dark and wild, 
 
 And tempests round them blow ! 
 
 If e'er a dew-bespangled morn 
 Foretold a glorious day, 
 
 If e'er a sweet and verdant spring- 
 Proclaimed a summer gay, 
 
 If e'er a calm and smiling sky 
 Bespoke a tranquil sea, 
 
 If e'er a well-spent time declared 
 A blest eternity ;
 
 .") I LINES 
 
 N e bappj pair ' bo sweetly Bhone 
 
 Your morning's early light, 
 Thai well your anxious friends would bop< 
 
 A day serenely bright : 
 So joyous were \ our spring-tide hours. 
 
 So unalloyed by care, 
 We fain would trust your summer too 
 
 Shall he as gay and lair. 
 
 And thus, with beaming skies above, 
 
 On earth your lives shall be 
 The gliding of two vessels brave 
 
 Along a mirrored sea ; 
 And when the sun-lit waves of time 
 
 Your gallant harks have passed. 
 Safe shall ye ride with canvass lulled 
 
 In heaven's bright porl at last !
 
 ELEGY 
 
 " ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG LADY, WHO DIED OF CONSUMPTION. 
 
 Then she has gone, and reached the shining land, 
 Where sister angels hymn their joyous strains ; 
 
 Yes, she has gone — the Saviour took her hand, 
 And led her to his Father's bright domains. 
 
 i &' 
 
 She bloomed awhile, her parents pride and joy, 
 The fair and fleeting vision of a day ; 
 
 For beauteous flowerets will the sooner die, 
 And sweetest will the swifter pass away. 
 
 The rose, that blushed upon her hectic cheek, 
 Would sometime take the lily's palid dye, 
 
 And sometime would, with deeper flush bespeak 
 The dread disease, that glistened in her eye.
 
 ELEG1 
 
 sin' sank awav : as does the morning Btar, 
 So gentlj shr — And when her hour drew nigh, 
 
 Hi r eager spirit passed the hateful bar, 
 Thai held her from her heritage on high. 
 
 ( llouds that obscured the mysteries above, 
 Thin, and more thin, before her virion grew, 
 
 And ere she sped to taste a Saviour's love, 
 The land she panted for was full in view ,
 
 SONG. 
 
 ''FAREWELL! MY VISIONED DREAM HATH FLED. 
 
 Farewell ! My visioned dream hath fled, 
 
 As sun-beam from the sea ; 
 The rose its blighted leaves hath shed, 
 
 That bloomed alone for thee. 
 
 Farewell ! The flame that burned so bright 
 
 Beneath thy sunny smiles, 
 Their rays withheld, hath sunk in night, 
 
 Nor more my soul beguiles. 
 
 Farewell ! If thoughts of days gone by 
 
 Should swell within my breast, 
 Tho' breathed in many a bitter sigh, 
 
 They ne'er shall be expressed.
 
 SONG 
 
 Farewell ! I leave thee t<> thy pride, 
 
 Thai taughl me t" rebel ; 
 \l \ bearl hath hern too Bore!} tried, 
 
 Ami breaks to Bay — " Farewell!"
 
 .. 
 
 CANST THOU FIND OUT GOD." 
 
 No ! Mortal, No ! thy search is vain 
 To know the hidden ways of Him, 
 
 Whose wondrous mysteries enchain 
 The winged minds of Seraphim. 
 
 Behold in Nature's varied mine 
 
 Her endless treasures, rich and rare ; 
 
 Their beauty, structure, and design, 
 Beyond imagination fair ! 
 
 Mark well with far-exploring eye 
 
 Heaven, earth, and sea : their mighty plan, 
 Their loveliness, their harmony — 
 
 These let thy human fancy scan .
 
 gO I A.NS1 I 'HOU PIND OUT <.<>1). ' 
 
 Or look within the Bible's page, 
 And read Jehovah's nature there ; 
 
 Let Justice, Mercy, Love engage, 
 And be thy contemplation's care. 
 
 Hut search not His mysterious ways, 
 Tis knowledge ne'er to mortal given ; 
 
 Yea, 'tis a light, whose distant rays 
 Are veiled from angel's eyes in heaven.
 
 STANZAS 
 
 I wish I were a spirit light, 
 
 That sails along with viewless wings, 
 And as it steers it's airy flight, 
 
 Can look upon terrestrial things ; 
 Methinks a wider space I'd roam 
 
 Than ever spirit trod before, 
 Yea, all beneath yon vaulted dome 
 
 Unwearied I would traverse o'er. 
 
 I'd rest upon the dizzy height 
 
 Of many a giant mountain's head, 
 And view with telescopic sight 
 
 Creation's gulf beneath me spread. 
 " And this so vast is but a speck 
 
 Of Heaven's great universal plan ! " 
 Oh, 'twould my prouder feeling check 
 
 To look on this, and think on man !
 
 O'er every scene of fair and bright, 
 
 Thai Nature's artist-hand hath wrought, 
 Would I direcl my raptured flight 
 
 To feed my wandering fancy's thought; 
 IM mark the hill, the dale, the stream, 
 
 The lowly flower, the stately tree; 
 And think if these so wondrous seem, 
 
 What must their Lord — their Maker be ! 
 
 I'd mount on bold presumptuous wing 
 So near the starry courts above, 
 
 That I could hear the angels sing 
 Their swelling harmonies of love ; 
 
 Oh, higher still I fain would soar, 
 Far, far, abow this earthly clod, 
 
 I'd reach the wide, the shining door, 
 That opens to the throne of God !
 
 SONG. 
 
 OH, CALL ME NOT TOO LIGHT AND GAY I" 
 
 Oh, call me not too light and gay, 
 Nor check my spirits' flow ; 
 
 I may be glad at heart to-day, 
 But am not always so ! 
 
 Dark winter's sky may glow awhile 
 
 Beneath a sunbeam's ray ; 
 And night may own the meteor's smile, 
 
 That soon must fade away. 
 
 And thus a sad and clouded heart 
 Life's few fair stars may cheer, 
 
 But oh ! how quickly they depart, 
 And leave it yet more drear.
 
 ,,\ SONG 
 
 Thus I am gay, when thou art nigh, 
 
 For thou art all t<> me ; 
 
 My soul is winU-r's gluonn sky. 
 That owns no sun but thee. 
 
 Then call me ool too light and gay, 
 Nor check my spirits' ll<>w: 
 
 I may be glad at heart to-day, 
 But am not always so !
 
 LINES 
 
 OX THE DEATH OF A FRIEND. 
 
 The fairest, loveliest roses here 
 
 Are chosen for the sky ; 
 Too delicate for tainted air 
 
 Of dark mortality. — 
 Transplanted to their native soil, 
 
 They bloom eternal there, 
 And glitter round the throne of God, 
 
 His own peculiar care. 
 
 Oh ! she was one as purely sweet 
 
 As ever blossomed here ; 
 
 Let Friendship witness with a sigh, 
 
 And Memory with a tear : — 
 E
 
 LIN1 - 
 
 She left her sister-flowers to weep, 
 
 She li'l'i the parent tr 
 \inl they are sad, and lonely now. 
 
 For where, oh where, is she ! — 
 
 ( lould mortal ken ahove the height 
 
 Of mortal fancy rise ; 
 And look beyond the walls that hide, 
 
 The gardens of the ski 
 In that fair spot, where Jesus plants 
 
 His choicest, dearest, (lowers, 
 Might we behold unrivalled there, 
 
 This loved, and lost of ours !
 
 THE OLD MAN 
 
 ON SEEING CHILDREN AT TLAY. 
 
 Oh happy children ! how I love 
 
 To watch your careless play ; 
 Regardless of to-morrow's cloud 
 
 In sunshine of to-day : 
 Ye bring me back to former years, 
 
 When I was gay and free : 
 Of all the world, it's guilt and care, 
 
 As innocent as ye. 
 
 Oh yes ! there was a holy time, 
 
 I never can forget ; 
 And o'er my darkest gloom of life, 
 
 It sheds a radiance yet : 
 As when yon bright and glorious sun 
 
 Retires behind the hill ; 
 But leaves his faint-reflected beams, 
 
 To cheer the landscape still.
 
 THE OLD M \N 
 N el haw unlike thai setting orb 
 
 My childhood's happ) day; 
 
 For morn again will lead him forth 
 
 Willi undiminished ray : 
 lint years gone by are fled for aye, 
 
 As waves adov.n the stream ; 
 Tho' Memory with a sunset glow. 
 
 Reflects the pleasing dream. 
 
 I've trod the path of human life 
 
 Thro' all it's mazy plan, 
 But oh ! the sweetest spot was where 
 
 My journey first began : 
 Where Hope had planted smiling flowers 
 
 So beautiful and fair, 
 That Sorrow was ashamed to sow 
 
 Her thorns and brambles there. 
 
 I'd give the buoyant days of youth, 
 
 And manhood's blooming prime; 
 I'd give my hopes of future years, 
 
 For Childhood's happy time; 
 Since then I've trod a dreary waste, 
 
 With few hright spots of green ; 
 And as I journey further still, 
 
 I find no fairer scene.
 
 THE OLD MAN. 69 
 
 Then play, my little careless ones, 
 
 Before the tempest hlow : 
 Ye have not heard the thunder-peal, 
 
 Nor seen the lightnings glow; 
 I would not check your childish glee 
 
 Tho' I am old and gray, 
 I have been once as young as ye, 
 
 And love to see you play.
 
 ODE 
 
 OH I BE BIRTH 01 I BE PEIN< E 01 W OJ - 
 
 II \ 1 1,. infant author of a Nation's joy ! 
 God guard thy sacred head, thou princely boy ! 
 Hail the glad tidings of a Monarch's birth, 
 Britannia, heaven-crowned Empress of the earth! 
 Go, herald Fame, with eagle wing unfurled, 
 And spread the story to a joyful world, 
 O'er every realm that owns Victoria's sway, 
 Go hid them bless the bright, auspicious day, 
 That shone responsive to a people's prayer, 
 And gave to Albion's throne a royal heir ! 
 
 How will the tale each irlmving breast inspire 
 With all a Briton's patriotic fire, 
 As thousand rapturous songs of welcome ri» 
 Thro' startled echoes of the listening skies,
 
 ODE. 71 
 
 And floating o'er the gladdened earth, proclaim 
 Another Edward's great and glorious name 
 Writ on the beaming page of England's fame ! 
 
 Sweet Scion lift thine infant eyes, and see 
 The mighty land whose sceptre waits for thee ! 
 The favored spot, great Heaven hath deigned to bless 
 With fairest smiles of Nature's loveliness. 
 See fertile plains in verdant beauty lie 
 'Neath cloudless azure of a summer sky : 
 See wide-spread vales, and gently-rising hills, 
 Rejoiced with music of a hundred rills ; 
 The vocal grove, within whose green retreat 
 Gay warblers of the air in concert meet, 
 While murmuring breezes float harmonious by, 
 And swell the strain of nature's minstrelsy. 
 The cloud-wrapped cliffs, whose awful summits rise 
 And form the vaulted archways of the skies, 
 While glassy streams, that calm beneath them flow, 
 Reflect another fairy scene below. 
 
 All these to grace this favored land combine, 
 The heritage of thy imperial line, 
 Ordained by God's omnipotent decree 
 Queen of the earth, and Empress of the sea !
 
 72 ODE. 
 
 ('oinc. History, all thy flaming annals bring 
 Before the gaze of England's future Kit 
 Thy brillianl picture 'neath his eye unfold, 
 Whose canvass speaks with glorious deeds of old ! 
 That so from infant years his country's feme 
 May light his bosom with the patriot's flame; 
 And when the course of swift-revolving time 
 Our Prince shall bring to manhood's blooming prime, 
 Then shall the great examples early taught 
 To noble deeds inflame his youthful thought. 
 And when — (Oh, every loyal bosom pray 
 Far distant be the dark, unwelcome day !) 
 When fair Victoria lays her sceptre down, 
 And leaves an earthly for a heavenly crown, 
 Her darling boy to ripened vigour grown 
 Shall sit exalted on his parent's throne, 
 And by his virtuous sway full nobly prove 
 The right successor to a people's love. 
 Oh ye, whom Heaven the awful task shall give 
 To teach a future Monarch how to live, 
 W hose daring, arduous duty is assigned 
 To train the pliant tendrils of bis mind, 
 Heaven speed ye well ! And may your sapling be 
 A true resemblance of the parent tree! 
 Thro' Honour's pathway guide bis earrj youth, 
 \nil feed his bosom with the fire of Truth,
 
 ODE. 73 
 
 The fertile garden of his soul prepare, 
 And plant the seeds of after-glory there. 
 
 Oh Thou great Lord of lords, and King of kings ! 
 Thou heavenly Ruler of terrestrial things ! 
 To Thy imperial throne beyond the skies 
 United prayers of suppliant millions rise, 
 For great Victoria's hope, her baby-boy, 
 Her own sweet treasure, and her people's joy. 
 From Albion's hills, and verdure-vested dales, 
 From Cambria's frowning rocks, and streamy vales, 
 From Caledonia's mountains wild and hoar, 
 From green-clad Erin's bright and fertile shore ! 
 
 " Giver of good ! from whom alone proceed 
 " The parent-thoughts of every virtuous deed, 
 " From whom the stream of Truth and Justice springs, 
 " And Mercy, noblest attribute of kings ; 
 " Protect our Prince with Thy paternal care, 
 " And all Thy richest bounties let him share ; 
 " With generous feelings store his ripening soul, 
 " And guide his feet to blest Religion's goal : 
 " Teach him that Monarchs are to nations given 
 " To be the righteous ministers of Heaven; 
 " With regal power their country's laws to guard, 
 " Restrain the vicious, and the good reward ;
 
 ; I ode. 
 
 •■ From lawless force the wealth) to Becure, 
 "And watch the bumble interests of the poor: 
 
 " That so Britannia's record-l><>ok m;n tell 
 "How Albert ruled, bow wisely, and bow well, 
 "And future kings with jealous zeal inflame 
 • To emulate his virtues, and bis lame ! "
 
 SONG. 
 
 'HE HATH LEFT ME TO MY sADXEs>. 
 
 He hath left me to my sadness, 
 
 And I see him gaily smile, 
 For he never marks the madness, 
 
 That distracts my soul the while : 
 He feels not what this bosom feels, 
 
 Nor cares that we are parted, 
 And well my woman's pride conceals, 
 
 How I am broken-hearted ! 
 
 He loves me now no longer, 
 
 I can read it in his eye, 
 But my passion glows the stronger, 
 
 For I think on days gone by :
 
 76 30NG 
 
 Hut oh! I cannot — will not — tell, 
 
 The grief my spirit rending; 
 
 'Twill broken be I know full well, 
 Hut still sball be unbending. 
 
 I shall see him take another 
 
 To the heart that was mine own. 
 But my feelings I will smother, 
 
 And their pangs shall ne'er be shewn. 
 Till time shall quench the flame of life, 
 
 With stream from Death's cold river, 
 I will not tell my bosom's strife 
 
 But I will love him ever!
 
 MUSIC. 
 
 ON THE AUTHOR'S BEING ASKED WHETHER HE PREFERRED 
 VOCAL OR INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC. 
 
 Oh, Nature's music give to me, 
 
 ' Tis more enchanting far 
 Than strains of choicest melody 
 
 From Art's creations are ! 
 
 The soft-toned Zephyr's gentle lay, 
 That sighs thro' shades of even, 
 
 As tho' it mourned the parting day 
 To listening stars of heaven. 
 
 The plaintive notes of rippling streams, 
 
 That down the valley sing, 
 Like music sweet of fairy dreams, 
 
 That fancy oft will bring.
 
 MUSIC 
 
 The chorus of a thousand son 
 
 That limits along the skj . 
 I'mm airy minstrels tuneful tongues 
 
 Of softest harmony. 
 
 The silvery, clear, and gentle tones 
 Of some bewitching maid, 
 
 Whose power each listener's hosom owns 
 In kindling eye displayed. 
 
 Oh, these are Nature's music — these 
 
 Are more enchanting far 
 Than softest, choicest melodies 
 
 Of Art's creations are !
 
 ELEGY 
 
 ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG LADY, 
 WHO DIED AS SHE WAS ENTERING THE CHURCH TO BE MARRIED. 
 
 They decked her in the bridal robe, 
 They bound her flowing hair ; 
 
 And oh ! she looked as angels look, 
 She was so passing fair ! 
 
 A gladsome train of early friends 
 Around their dear one cling, 
 
 And all was joy, and hopes of bliss 
 Around that fated thing ! 
 
 The sweetest cup that mortals drink, 
 
 Too oft may poisoned be, 
 And such methinks had been prepared, 
 
 Thou lovely girl, for thee !
 
 BLEG1 
 
 She died !— Oh, sadly— fearfully, 
 
 Ere yel the band was tied ! — 
 They brought her lifeless to the home, 
 
 Sin- left t<» he a bride ! 
 
 Her silken robes they made a shroud, 
 
 They left the orange wreath, 
 They lefl each glittering ornament — 
 
 She was the bride of Death ! 
 
 And laid her in the chnrch-yard soil. 
 
 That erst so gay she trod — 
 Unsearchable Thy mysteries. 
 
 Thy hidden ways— Oh God !
 
 GONE 
 
 I come to scenes of early years, 
 
 I tread each well-known spot, 
 The hill, the dale, the wood, the stream, 
 
 I find them altered not ; 
 But when I ask for those I loved, 
 
 Alas ! I find not one ; 
 Where are the friends of other years, 
 
 The long-remembered ? — Gone ! 
 
 The young and gay, with whom I passed 
 
 Life's first and happiest days, 
 The romping boy, the prattling girl, 
 
 With all their pleasing ways ; 
 Who shared my sports, my joys, my grief, 
 
 My darkness, and my sun — 
 
 Where are my laughing playmates now ? 
 
 Alas ! with childhood — Gone ! 
 F
 
 GONE. 
 
 The friend of youth's confiding yean, 
 
 Whose Ih's.iiii was the Btore, 
 Where every inmost wish or thought, 
 
 Distrustlesfl ofl I bore ; 
 
 Whose heart and mine so kindred seemed 
 
 As separate parts of one ; 
 \\ here is my youth's companion now, 
 
 The true, tin- faithful ?— Gone ! 
 
 The bright-eyed girl, whose witching glance 
 
 Enslaved my youthful breast, 
 Perfection of my early dream, 
 
 Of all the dearest — hest ; 
 The beauteous idol of my thoughts, 
 
 The gem I wished my own — 
 Where now the gay, the smiling girl 
 
 My soul's sweet vision? — Gone ! 
 
 The fine old man, whom oft I saw 
 
 Beside his cottage door; 
 Who took me on his aged knee, 
 
 And told me tales of yore. 
 While o'er lii^ hale, tho' time-worn face 
 
 The moon of memory shone; 
 \\ here is the good old veteran 
 
 I loved so dearly ? — Gone !
 
 GONE. 83 
 
 And is it so ! — while Nature still 
 
 Seems changeless, and the same, 
 No trace of those we loved is left, 
 
 No record, but the name : 
 Ah yes ! and I must follow them, 
 
 And all I look upon — 
 Where are we in a few short years ?- 
 
 With all before us — Gone !
 
 TO MY GRANDFATHEB 
 
 i'\ ill- I IGHTY-SEA I \ I II BIBTH-DAY 
 
 W iii.. thou hast reached a reverend age, 
 
 My fine, my good old man. 
 Thou "rt spared us many a lingering year 
 
 Beyond th' allotted span: 
 And oh ! it glads my soul to-day 
 
 Thine aged face to see, 
 Tho' I could sigh that time hath made 
 
 So sad a wreck of thee. 
 
 Thou hasl liccn young, my gray old man !- 
 
 That snow-encircled brow 
 Hath once been lofty, clear, and fair, 
 
 Tho' sadly wrinkled now ; 
 And on the mouldering tablet still 
 
 I gaze with fueling eye, 
 As on some time-worn monument, 
 
 The work of years gone by.
 
 TO MY GRANDFATHER. 85 
 
 Those sunken eyes, that dimly glow- 
 Like stars at morning light, 
 
 Or like the fading hues of day, 
 When lingering into night ; 
 
 Have been as brilliant as the spheres, 
 When darkness proves their power, 
 
 And shadeless as the purest beams 
 Of day's meridian hour. 
 
 The tongue that falters listlessly, 
 
 The once rejoicing tongue, 
 Like cord of ancient instrument 
 
 By hand of Time unstrung ; 
 Hath thrilled with songs of early hope, 
 
 With many a joyous air 
 Of sunny dreams, that now have proved 
 
 A retrospect of care. 
 
 Thou 'rt aged now — but thou hast been 
 
 The merry, laughing child, 
 Whose new-fledged fancy freely roves 
 
 In pathways sweetly wild ; 
 With bounding step of gay delight, 
 
 With love-enkindled eye, 
 Its flashing smile, its flitting tears, 
 
 Forgotten ere they dry.
 
 ro MY GB Win \i HER. 
 
 And thou hasl been the buoyanl youth, 
 
 \\ ith spirits lighl and bold, 
 With no joy-shadowing thoughtfulm 
 
 How youth is growing old; 
 With all tli" extatic hopes of bliss, 
 
 I 'orgetfulness of sorrow, 
 Too full with happiness to-daj 
 
 To think what comes to-morrow. 
 
 And thou hasl been the thoughtful man, 
 
 With all his mighty schemes, 
 Alas, too oft but visions fair 
 
 Of soul-deluding dreams ! 
 With all his confidence — his strength, 
 
 His free and lofty air, 
 His search of earth's unreal wealth, 
 
 But fruitful seeds of ca 
 
 Thou 'rt aged now — and this my prayer 
 
 To Him, who is the giver 
 Of holy peace and joy below, 
 
 Of happiness for ever ; 
 That He will bless thy latter days, 
 
 And when the word is given 
 To call thy withered form from earth, 
 
 Renew it fair in Heaven!
 
 THE CHANGE. 
 
 When Hope's vivid brush 
 
 On the canvass of life 
 Had painted the future so gay, 
 
 Stealing brilliant conceptions 
 
 From pictures of heaven, 
 How fair seemed the world's dreary way ! 
 
 How trusting I looked 
 
 On the bright-tinted scene, 
 How my bosom reflected its gladness ! 
 
 And o'er the pure mirror 
 
 No shadow was seen, 
 No darkening object of sadness. 
 
 But changed — quickly changed, 
 Is the picture to-day — 
 Many lines of its beauty have faded,
 
 THE I II w.i 
 
 I [ope'a roseate colours 
 Less l;1mw ing appear 
 l!\ clouds of realitj Bhaded. 
 
 This world I ha\ e found 
 
 Is more dark, than it seemed 
 From the view that was spread to my youth ; 
 
 And all I have heard 
 
 Of its fail' and false smiles 
 1 ween have been tales of the truth. 
 
 But Oh, there are hues 
 
 On the landscape e'en yet, 
 So untouched by the cold hand of Sorrow, 
 
 Tho' my hopes of to-day 
 
 Have deceived as a dream, 
 I must cling to those of to-morrow !
 
 AN EVENING THOUGHT. 
 
 The day is departing, and spirits of even 
 
 Are spreading their wings o'er the blue light of heaven 
 The day is departing — the silvery moon 
 
 Will rise on the pinions of Solitude soon, 
 And spanglets of darkness, that march in her train, 
 
 Will light the pure lamps of their glory again. 
 So the souls, that are kindled with spark from the skies, 
 
 When time is receding, undaunted will rise : 
 And when the last day-beams of life shall decay, 
 
 As brilliant will soar on their heaven-ward way.
 
 THE LAST. 
 
 There's a something that's holy, a something that's sweet, 
 
 When thinking on memories past; 
 A glow of affection whene'er we can meet 
 
 With tokens that tell of The last ! 
 
 The last time we traversed some soul-hallowed spot, 
 
 The fairest of life's thorny way, 
 The hand of Oblivion never can hlot 
 
 From the page of Remembrance to-day. 
 
 The last fading glimpse of the vessel, that hore 
 
 Some friend from his dear native land, 
 When we thought how we never might look on him more, 
 
 And our sorrows besprinkled the strand.
 
 THE LAST. 91 
 
 The last glowing look of a dear one's bright eye, 
 
 That shone thro' a pure crystal sphere, 
 Like sun thro' the mist of a sunimer-morn sky — 
 
 How we think on the smile, and the tear. 
 
 TJie last sad farewell from a dark couch of death, 
 
 Ere the soul from its bondage had fled, 
 The murmuring sigh, and the heavy-drawn breath, 
 
 And the last gaze we took of the dead !
 
 THE SAILOR'S WIFE 
 
 She stood upon the echoing shore, 
 
 She gazed along the sea, 
 She waited for the bark, that hore 
 
 Her husband brave and free. — 
 
 Scarce twenty summers now had died 
 
 The woman's full-blown pride, 
 But passing fair, and nobly bred 
 Was that sweet sailor's bride. 
 
 And Virtue, struck with jealous} 
 
 Of Beauty's grand design, 
 Had stored her soul with feelings high, 
 
 \ i i. breathing of divine
 
 THE SAILOR'S WIFE. 93 
 
 She loved. — He was unknown and poor, 
 
 And sprung of lowly race, 
 But oh ! his mind was bright and pure, 
 
 Reflected in his face. 
 
 His form was tall, and firmly knit, 
 
 His bearing bold and high, 
 His truth, and dauntless courage writ 
 
 Within his flashing eye. 
 
 The hushand this, she loved so well, 
 
 Tho' humbly born was he — 
 Come, noble maidens, freely tell 
 
 Could ye not love as she ! 
 
 Oh yes, ye know that real worth 
 
 Is not by wealth confined ; 
 Nor judged alone by lofty birth, 
 
 But by the noble mind. 
 
 They were united with the band, 
 
 That only Death unties, 
 Ere he had left his native land, 
 
 By fate of war to rise.
 
 «M THE SAILOR - WIPE. 
 
 Thej parted ! — and I w ill do1 tell 
 
 The sorrow, and the pain, 
 The gushing tear, the bosom's swell. 
 And passion's fr< ozied reign. 
 
 Long, long she mourned her absent one, 
 Long, long she pined away: 
 
 Her beams of hope less brightly shone. 
 More dimly day by day. 
 
 But now the happy hour has come, 
 That brings her new-born life, 
 
 That brings the long-expected home 
 To cheer his faithful wife. 
 
 She hastens wildly to the shore. 
 With winged steps of joy, 
 
 Her loncness now is felt no more, 
 The wished-for moment nigh. 
 
 Far o'er the bosom of the sea. 
 That smiles so calm and bright, 
 
 she marks with eye of extacy 
 \ vessel liea\ e in Bight.
 
 THE SAILOR'S WIFE. 95 
 
 She lifts aloft her distance-glass, 
 
 And points it o'er the wave — 
 Could ought of earthly joy surpass 
 
 The blessed view it gave ! 
 
 She knows that vessel's flag so fair, 
 
 The beacon of her bliss — 
 Was there below a sight, oh where 
 
 A sight to equal this ! 
 
 On deck with eager, starting gaze 
 
 She marks her loved one stand ; 
 The promised signal sees him raise, 
 
 And wave with lifted hand. 
 
 " He comes ! he comes !" she wildly cries, 
 
 "His noble form I see !" 
 "He comes!" yon echoing rock replies, 
 
 "My husband comes to me !" 
 
 " Oh, for an eagle's rapid wing ! 
 
 How swiftly woidd I fly ! — 
 Kind heaven with favouring breezes bring 
 
 Yon lovely vessel nigh ! " —
 
 ["HE SAILOR'S WIFE. 
 
 Hark! hark! whal hollow, murmuring roai 
 
 I- sweeping o'er the sea, 
 \iid mils along the startled shore, 
 
 \n.l echoes fearfullj . 
 
 Ah. 'tis a distant marshalling blast 
 The Tempest-demon sounds! — 
 
 And quickly has the summons passed 
 To ocean's utmost hounds. 
 
 I lis ghastly legions thronging fly. 
 
 Their monarch to obey, 
 And midway of the earth and sky 
 
 Begin their direful play. 
 
 Now bending on tempestuous wing, 
 
 They take a lower flight, 
 And frowning, in the rearward bring 
 
 The horror, and the night. 
 
 Darts fiercely now the dazzling flash 
 
 From lightning's vivid eye, 
 With dread, reverberating crash 
 
 Of heaven's artillery.
 
 THE SAILOR'S WIFE. 97 
 
 Wilder and wilder grows the rage 
 
 Of elemental power : 
 Earth, sea, and firmament engage — 
 
 Oh, 'tis a fearful hour ! 
 
 And where is she, the lovely form, 
 
 The gentle, and the fair ! 
 Amid the mad, and frantic storm 
 
 Alas ! can she be there ? 
 
 Ah yes ! I see that fragile thing, 
 
 I hear a piteous cry, 
 A wild note echoing from the string 
 
 Of inward agony ! 
 
 Unseen the lightning's flashing glare, 
 
 Unheard the thunder's roar ; 
 With cold wind whistling thro' her hair, 
 
 She raves along the shore ! 
 
 Like some unreal phantom seems, 
 
 Or vision of the night, 
 
 Creation but of Fancy's dreams, 
 
 That flies at morning's light. 
 G
 
 NIK BAILOH - Will. 
 
 'Twere vain to Bay whal passions swell 
 
 A\ iihin her tortured breast ; 
 Alas! her frenzied air can tell 
 
 What Bcarce can he expressed. 
 
 She starts! — What means yon reddening light, 
 
 That streams athwart the sky, 
 And 'mid the tempest's awful night 
 
 Is flaming broad and high ! — 
 
 Struck by a holt, yon vessel brave 
 
 Is burning on the deep ! — 
 She shrieks "Oh God, my husband save! 
 
 "Oh God, my husband keep!" 
 
 Once more with failing accent calls 
 
 On Heaven's protecting care ; 
 Then fainting on the sand she falls, 
 
 And lies unconscious there. 
 
 Stretched on the cold dark shore to see 
 
 A form so frail and slight, 
 A wife so fond, so true as she. 
 
 Oh ! 'twas a grievous sight.
 
 THE SAILOR'S WIFE. 99 
 
 And He, who holds the wind and wave 
 
 Within his sovereign hand, 
 Whose all-protecting power can save 
 
 On ocean, as on land. 
 
 Who is alone of death and life 
 
 The Lord, and Arbiter, 
 He saw her bosom's awful strife, 
 
 He saw, and pitied her. 
 
 He marked her fall, and quickly sent 
 
 A guardian angel down, 
 To check each warring element, 
 
 And light the tempest's frown. 
 
 The storm is stilled — and o'er the tide 
 
 A crowded boat appears, 
 She bounds with vigorous oars applied — 
 
 The welcome shore she nears. 
 
 And now that prostrate form awakes 
 
 As from a fearful night, 
 And oh, a blessed morning breaks 
 
 Upon her raptured sight!
 
 100 THE BAILOR'S will: 
 
 The hoat comes hounding fast to land- 
 A well-known voice is there, 
 
 Her husband leaps upon the strand — 
 Ah, Heaven has heard the prayer ! 
 
 She rushes on. — His name she calls, 
 In hreathlcss tone expressed ; 
 
 Within his loved embrace she tails. 
 And faints upon his hreast !
 
 PARTING. 
 
 It is, methinks, a grievous thing 
 From those we love, to part ; 
 
 The sad, the mortal severing 
 Of heart from kindred heart ! 
 
 A wound affection deeply feels, 
 E'en when our hope is strong, 
 
 And half the bosom's torture heals, 
 That we may meet ere long. 
 
 But oh ! 'tis death to bid farewell, 
 When we and loved ones sever : 
 
 To part, and meet we cannot tell, 
 Or when — or where — if ever !
 
 THE SIGH AND THE SMILE 
 
 Oft do I muse on days gone by, 
 
 When Hope entranced my sold awhile; 
 
 And -when Remembrance calls a sigh, 
 Remembrance too will raise a smile. 
 
 The sigh — for faithless dreams of bliss, 
 Ercwhile my heart would fain believe ; 
 
 Nor think a world so fair as this, 
 Seemed beauteous only to deceive. 
 
 The smile — a melancholy ray ; 
 
 Like pallid moonbeam's sickly glare, 
 That cheers the snn's deserted way, 
 
 And tells how bright he glittered there!
 
 ALL IS VANITY. 
 
 Our pleasures vain. — The frailest flowers, 
 
 That bloom, and wither in a day, 
 More lasting are than joys of ours, 
 
 That scarce remain so long as they : 
 As some unwonted glare by night, 
 
 That fires the gloom-bemantled sky, 
 A moment strikes the startled sight, 
 
 And ere another, is gone by. 
 
 Our sorrows vain. — The keenest thorn 
 
 That tortures life's uncertain road, 
 Is but a monitor to warn 
 
 The soul, whom pleasure leads from God ; 
 Tho' bitter then the friendly cup, 
 
 Why murmur when we taste the draught, 
 Nor rather nobly drink it up — 
 
 " T would sweeter be, if boldly (matted.
 
 in I \l.l. I- \ \MT\ . 
 
 Our hopes are vain. — < tour hopes of earth — 
 
 To souls immortal only given, 
 That disappointment might give birth 
 
 To aspirations after heaven. 
 
 We trust a short-lived meteor's ray, 
 But find its glory quickly gone, 
 
 And when the beam hath passed away, 
 More eager wait for morning's sun. 
 
 Our fears arc vain. — The Hands that keep 
 
 The folds of earth, are full and free, 
 And eyes, that watch the blood-bought slurp, 
 
 Their wishes, and their wants can see. 
 The veriest insect lives to boast 
 
 The bounties of it's Maker's care, 
 And will not man He loves the most. 
 
 1 lis gracious gifts as richly share ! 
 
 Affections vain. — It may be sweet 
 
 On earth's lone scene to find a friend ; 
 But scarce congenial 1ims.mii-> meet, 
 
 Ere Death will bid their union end. 
 Then wherefore link two hearts in one. 
 
 When life's green withe, that hinds together 
 Those kindred spirits, may he gone 
 
 With first rude blast of Time's false weather.
 
 ALL IS VANITY. 10/3 
 
 All these are vain — uncertain all — 
 
 Unreal, unsubstantial things, 
 Much valued now, but needs must fall, 
 
 When life's tired eagle folds his wings. 
 Eternal woe, eternal joy, 
 
 And hopes that cannot die away — 
 Let thoughts of these the soul employ, 
 
 For 'tis immortal — so are they !
 
 LINES 
 
 WJBLITTEN A.FTEB BEARING \ fOUNQ LAD* SING. 
 
 I've heard thee sing a merry song, 
 
 Should light my soul with gladness ; 
 Thine eyes were bright, and gay the tongue, 
 
 Untuned to notes of sadness: 
 But e'en while listening, many a thought 
 
 Of drear regret came o'er me, 
 For then Reflection's spirit brought 
 
 The future's view before me. 
 
 Sweet girl! thou singest gaily now — 
 Life's lyre with hope is swelling : 
 
 The sun <>f Friendship glads thy brow, 
 No change it's brightness quelling;
 
 LINES. 107 
 
 But soon the cords may be unstrung, 
 
 The light be dim or faded ; 
 And skies with mantling glory hung, 
 
 May soon be darkly shaded. 
 
 But while such sad, untimely thought 
 
 Shed gloom within my bosom, 
 From Hope's dear tree some spirit brought 
 
 A fair, and lovely blossom; 
 That ht my contemplation's way, 
 
 And smiled, as tho' 'twere given 
 To chide my fears, that seemed to say 
 
 "Thou trustest not in Heaven ! " 
 
 And then I breathed a fervent prayer, 
 
 Thy song might still flow lightly, 
 From lips, and heart, as free of care, 
 
 With eyes that beam as brightly : 
 Till thou shalt join th' harmonious song, 
 
 Thro' heaven of heavens ascending, 
 That rolls its endless strains along, 
 
 In chorus never-ending.
 
 THE BEGGARS. 
 
 There's one an aged, weak old man, 
 
 With hoary locks of gray, 
 Whose tear-ploughed cheek, and wrinkled brow, 
 
 The work of grief betray. 
 
 Another is a lovely girl, 
 
 With features wan and pale, 
 Whose eyes, bedimmed with sorrow, tell 
 
 A sad, and piteous tale. 
 
 A little orphan follows next, 
 
 That scarce can li^p his woes, 
 But well his lonely wretchedness 
 
 Each feeling bosom knows
 
 THE LOVE OF CHILDHOOD. 109 
 
 And who are these, who seek our doors 
 
 With doubting, fearful tread ; 
 And wherefore come they suppliant here ? — 
 
 Oh God! they beg for bread ! 
 
 THE LOVE OF CHILDHOOD. 
 
 The love of childhood is a holy thing, 
 
 To none, save young and guileless bosom given ; 
 Not marred by dross of earth, a crystal spring, 
 
 That flows unmingled from the fount of Heaven.
 
 THE CAPTIVK. 
 
 Alone in his dungeon the captive is lying, 
 And darkness indeed overshadows his brow, 
 
 For last tints of Hope on the landscape are dying, 
 And what can illumine its dreariness now ! 
 
 Can he think on the dear absent wife of his bosom ? — 
 Yes he can — but it plants a keen thorn in his heart, 
 
 For the rose of their love has been crushed in the blossom, 
 And they seemed but united, for ever to part. 
 
 Oh ! methinks none can tell of the Boul-rending anguish, 
 The death-equal sorrow of husband, or wife, 
 
 When doomed in captivity's Utters to languish. 
 
 Unloosed from the ties, that have bound them to lil«'
 
 THE CAPTIVE. Ill 
 
 Can he think of his children — those darling endearers 
 Of e'en the fierce toil, since endured but for them ; 
 
 Of each gloomy spot on his life-scene the cheerers, 
 As dark robes are lit with the sparkling gem ? — 
 
 Yes he can — but 'tis only to mourn for their sadness, 
 For tears, he knows well they are weeping for him ; 
 
 Or only to torture his spirit to madness, 
 
 That light of their childhood is shaded and dim. 
 
 Can he think of his country — the land of his fathers, 
 
 The dearest, the loveliest land upon earth ; 
 From whose mystic influence the patriot gathers 
 
 Those feelings, that scarce are engendered of earth ? — 
 
 Yes ! he pictures that country, deserted — forsaken — 
 He sighs for those evils the conquered must know, 
 
 And fires of revenge in his bosom awaken, 
 
 But are quenched by the fierce-gushing waters of woe. 
 
 Oh, sad is the cup to the poor captive given ! 
 
 And bitter, full bitter indeed, is the bread! 
 From wife, children, country — from Hope sadly riven, 
 
 He lives, but 'tis only to wish he were dead.
 
 HOPE. 
 
 -i QGESTED BY THE LA8T LINK BUT ONE in THE PRECEDING POl M. 
 
 Cease, cease, vain Muse, thy saddening strain- 
 
 I must thy words deny ; 
 Hope's lamp may linker, or may wane, 
 
 But oh, 'twill never die ! 
 
 It is a co-essential flame 
 
 With life's etherial fire — 
 One mighty source of light they claim. 
 
 Together shall expire. 
 
 It is an exhalation pnre, 
 
 That scents the foulest air ; 
 Whose odorous perfume will endure 
 
 'Mid noxious Masts of care
 
 hope. 113 
 
 For that eternal flower, from whence 
 
 Its sweets to man are given, 
 Is planted on an eminence, 
 
 Where vapours reach not — heaven. 
 
 Then, Muse, thy saddening strains have done ! 
 
 Hope ne'er within us dies ; 
 For 'tis a ray, whose endless sun 
 
 Is burning in the skies. 
 
 H
 
 it 
 
 JESUS WEPT." 
 
 The Lord of glory wept — 
 And many a flaming eye, 
 That o'er his head its vigils kept, 
 Was dimmed with sympathy: 
 For angels' tears methinks would flow, 
 When Jesus' cheek was dewed with woe. 
 
 Ilf wept ! — Oh. precious tears ! — 
 
 Of more surpassing worth 
 Than dew-drops of a thousand spheres, 
 Than all the gems of earth: 
 For veriest essence from the -^kics 
 Alone might dim the Saviour's eyes. —
 
 "JESUS WEPT." 115 
 
 Muse, cease a strain like this ! — 
 The sorrows, that could spring 
 From bosom sinless, pure, as His 
 Let heavenly minstrel sing : 
 To seraph's lyre a theme resign, 
 Too high for feeble cords of thine !
 
 THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWKUS. 
 
 On ! say not to me that "the language of flowers" 
 
 Is a vain, or a frivolous thing, 
 For the voice that is heard from their roseate bowers, 
 
 A song of instruction will sing. 
 
 They tell us of life — of its vanishing pleasures, 
 That are no less enchanting than they ; 
 
 The false-shining gold of our earth-gotten treasures, 
 Ami world-kindled hopes, that betray. 
 
 So beautiful now, to be faded ere long, 
 
 Or rudely he plucked from the stem; 
 Oh, sweetly they tell with admonishing tongue, 
 
 How like all we value to them !
 
 THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 117 
 
 Fair emblems of passions that reign in the breast, 
 
 Those pure ones scarce tainted with sin ; 
 Their soul-stirring notes, to the feelings addressed, 
 
 Find an echo responsive within ! 
 
 But the noblest tale, that their loveliness tells, 
 
 Is the praise of their own grand design, 
 Joining Nature's great strain, that unceasingly swells 
 
 Round the throne of their Author divine. 
 
 Then say not to me that "the language of flowers" 
 
 Is a vain, or a frivolous thing, 
 For the voice that is heard from their roseate bowers, 
 
 A song of instruction will sing.
 
 THE LAST CHILI). 
 
 \ I \IIHK- tf)DBE8S TO CONSUMPTION. 
 
 Ami wilt thou take my last sweet flower ! 
 
 Must she untimely fade away ! — 
 Oh, spare me this — relentless Power, 
 
 Nor bid her opening bloom decay ! 
 I am a lonely man. bereft 
 
 Of all I loved in life, save one — 
 This little treasure only left, 
 
 My wife, my offspring, all are gone! 
 
 I've nurtured up this tender plant 
 Willi all a widowed father's care; 
 
 I*ve prayed the Lord of life to grant 
 His brightest heaven, his purest air :
 
 THE LAST CHILD. 119 
 
 I've veiled her from the scorching sun, 
 
 I've shielded off' the wintry blast, — 
 I knew she was my only one, 
 
 And much I feared to lose my last. 
 
 Bnt all is vain ! — The hectic flush 
 
 Comes rushing o'er her gentle face, 
 That seems as Death himself would blush 
 
 To tear her from her sire's embrace : 
 I mark her keenly-glistening eye, 
 
 And mine with tears is dimmed the while ; 
 And oft she'll ask with plaintive sigh, 
 
 What makes me sad to see her smile. 
 
 And must she die ! — so fair, so young ! 
 
 And must I lose my priceless gem ! 
 Affection's cords be all unstrung ! 
 
 The last rose severed from its stem ! 
 It must be so ! — Consumption ! well 
 
 I know thy every dreadful token ; 
 Or soon, or late, thy power must tell, 
 
 Then will my heart indeed be broken.
 
 TKAKS. 
 
 Tears arc the crystal drops that flow 
 From over-burdened clouds of woe ; 
 Each one a pure and sparkling gem 
 On Sorrow's sable diadem. 
 
 When blasted flowers of earth-born bliss 
 Tell what a treacherous world is this, 
 Their withered Leaves, yet loved and dear, 
 We dew with many a glittering tear. 
 
 When those we love right fondly, bring 
 Some tale of grievous suffering, 
 Those limpid brilliants truely tell 
 What feelings in our bosom swell
 
 TEAKS. 121 
 
 When Death his gloomy pall hath spread 
 Above a dear departed head, 
 We bend upon the gloomy bier, 
 And light its darkness with a tear. 
 
 When Memory's voice in after day 
 Awakes some sad, melodious lay, 
 She weeps her solemn lyre upon 
 For loves, for joys, for friendships gone. 
 
 But oft a bright one fills the eye, 
 Sweet effluence of extacy : 
 Methinks such griefless one as this 
 Might dim an angel's eyes in bliss. 
 
 It stands in flashing glance of youth, 
 What time he vows unchanging truth. 
 Pure distillation from the stream 
 Of Hope, that glads his early dream. 
 
 I've seen it dim the maiden's eye, 
 And speak her changeless constancy ; 
 I've seen it course her roseate cheek, 
 And tell the joy she cannot speak.
 
 122 TEARS 
 
 I ve seen tl fill Hie mother's gaze, 
 And there its diamond gkw betrays 
 Thai very impulse from aho^ e, 
 That holy thing, — a mother's Love. 
 
 \ c s ! there are tears of joy, and woe- 
 The sad ones oftencst wept below: 
 But blissful tears alone shall be 
 The dew-drops of eternity.
 
 THE BRIDE. 
 
 She stood by the altar a beautiful bride, 
 
 And glad was her bosom that day ; 
 Tho' heaving full oft with a sigh of regret, 
 Tho' tears trembled bright in her eye-lid of jet, 
 
 As her fond father gave her away. 
 
 We bade her farewell — and a last kiss she took 
 From her sire, from her sister, and brother ; 
 And we wept, as we looked on a sorrowful sight, 
 That well might the warmth of our feelings excite, — 
 A bride taking leave of a mother ! 
 
 From the home of her childhood we saw her depart 
 
 To weather the world's mighty storm ; 
 And some breathed a prayer, as she faltered "Good byes," 
 And some wiped a tear from their grief-filling eyes, 
 
 As vanished her light, fairy form.
 
 12 | THE BRIDE. 
 
 \\ e watched till the carriage had faded from view, 
 
 Thai bore the dear treasure away ; 
 Then many a tale of remembrance was told, 
 How she counselled the young, how she succoured the old, 
 
 And ever was cheerful and gay. 
 
 \\ e shall miss her I ween — but we'll think oh her still, 
 
 And Fancy shall bring her to view, 
 With the husband she loves walking life's mazy mad, 
 That Hope pictures bright with the smiles of her God, 
 
 And thus let us bid her adieu !
 
 THE DYING SOLDIER. 
 
 Along the blood-washed battle-plain 
 
 A warrior brave was lying, 
 And thus was heard his mournful strain 
 
 ' Mid chorus of the dying : 
 
 "Oh, God of mercy, spare my life ! 
 
 "And I am reconciled — 
 "I have a young, and faithful wife, 
 
 "I have a darling child ! 
 
 " I am their hope, their joy, their all, 
 "That mortals love below — 
 
 " And shall I thus untimely fall ! — 
 " Alas, 'tis even so !
 
 126 i HE I>VIN(. SOLDIER. 
 
 •■ I feel the cold, cold hand of Death 
 
 "Come pressing on my brow; 
 -•His sword is parted from its sheath. 
 
 "And I must yield me now. 
 
 •• And I could die without a groan, 
 ■• And quaff the cup of gal] ; 
 
 "Were all its bitterness mine own, 
 "I'd freely drink it all. 
 
 "But Oh! my baby hoy, my wife — 
 "Ye drive me nigh to madness, 
 
 "And shroud my flickering lamp of life 
 "With morn than mortal sadness! — 
 
 "Ten thousand tongues will shout the tale. 
 
 " How victory o'er us shone. 
 " But yours will he the fearful wail, 
 
 "For husband — father — gone ! 
 
 •• For mine will stand with many a nam 
 
 "Of warrior spirits fled, 
 ••Scarce written on the page of Fame, 
 
 "Ere numbered with the dead.
 
 THE DYING SOLDIER. 127 
 
 "God help ye now! — To Hhn alone 
 
 "Your sorrows I commend, 
 " Who calls the orphan child His own, 
 
 "Who is the widow's friend. 
 
 "Now farewell all ! — Death's sable night 
 
 " Comes mantling o'er mine eye, 
 " My soul hath spread its wings for flight, 
 
 " Receive it, Lord !— I die ! "—
 
 A BIRTH-DAY POEM. 
 
 TO \ JTOUNG LADY. 
 
 On list, my gentle maiden, 
 
 To the tributary lay, 
 A Muse, who loves thee well, would sing 
 
 On this, thy natal day; 
 Tho' harsh, or unattuned to song 
 
 The minstrel's lyre may be, 
 Accept the feelings of a heart. 
 
 That warmly beats for thee ! 
 
 Thou art young, my gentle maiden — 
 
 But this world to thee hath been 
 A dreary spot beset with thorns, 
 
 Where roses should be seen : 
 For thou hast lost a father's care, 
 
 And wept the orphan's tear; 
 Hast heard a mother's dying prayer — 
 
 Ob. fearful tiling to hear !
 
 A BIRTH-DAY POEM. 129 
 
 Thou art fair, my gentle maiden — 
 
 Tho' life's ungenial spring 
 Might have blasted now thy loveliness, 
 
 Thou light, and fragile thing! 
 But thou art like the snowdrop, 
 
 From winter-storms that grows, 
 Tho' pale, and slight, yet beautiful 
 
 As summer's fairest rose. — 
 
 My heart is beating highly now 
 
 With fervent hopes for thee, 
 That noon-day's sun may chase the gloom 
 
 Of morn's dark memory : 
 And tho' some thought-clouds from the past 
 
 May cross the brightening sky, 
 They but may be as passing showers, 
 
 Or tears from infant's eye. 
 
 I picture thee 'mid constant friends 
 
 In many a smiling hour, 
 I see thee tread right happily 
 
 In pleasure's verdant bower : 
 I fancy thee a lovely bride, 
 
 A dear, and faithful wife, 
 Delight of him, who shares with thee 
 
 The mingled scene of life.
 
 130 * BIBTH-DA1 POEM. 
 
 May all niv ln-.ut i.-lt wishes, be 
 
 Thy fete of future years, 
 
 And glad shall be thy journey 
 Thn>" a wilderness of tears : 
 
 The rosiest, brightest, pathway thine, 
 That ever mortal trod, 
 
 Cheered by the Bweetesi flowers of earth, 
 The sunshine of thy God !
 
 SONG. 
 
 THE CONSTANT ONE. 
 
 They bid me think no more of thee, 
 "Thou never canst be mine, — 
 
 "Thou hast no glittering wealth for me, 
 "No wide domains are thine ! " 
 
 They bring me one of lordly race — 
 His pomp, his power they tell ; 
 
 And thus my fervent thoughts would chase 
 Of him, I love so well. 
 
 They picture to my girlish mind 
 
 Proud scenes of bright array, 
 And tell me I was sure designed 
 
 To grace such scenes as they.
 
 X., 
 
 Bui vain is all!— a kingdom's throni 
 A Sover< ign's proffered band 
 
 Could hi vei mak< my heart bis own, 
 Or Loose its plighted band. 
 
 No bribe may change a maiden's love, 
 
 \\ hen firmly, fondly placed ; — 
 Like starry beams that burn above, 
 It cannot be effaced. 
 
 Then fear me not! — I'm true to thee, 
 
 Whatever may betide ; — 
 Another's I would never be, — 
 
 Not e'en a monarch's bride.
 
 THE DEAD. 
 
 'Tis sweet to muse upon the dead, 
 
 At evening's still and solemn hour, 
 When Contemplation best can shed 
 
 Her soothing, soul-instructing power : 
 To roam the church-yard's hallowed ground, 
 
 Where those we loved, in slumber lie, 
 While vesper- chimings seem to sound 
 
 Their sad and plaintive lullaby. 
 
 What time the sun's last lingering smile 
 
 On many a lowly tombstone plays, 
 And minstrel birds attune the while 
 
 To parting day their requiem lays ; 
 ' Tis then I love to take my seat 
 
 Beneath the mournful cypress tree, 
 And there to hold communion sweet 
 
 With spirits of eternity.
 
 134 THE DEAD 
 
 I [ere lies an infant — one so fair 
 
 That angels envied earth the boon; — 
 They knew it might not flourish there, 
 
 And prayed thai Heaven would take it soon 
 And now it joins the children-band, 
 
 That Jesus hath declared His own, 
 Whose white-robed spirits circling stand, 
 As rosebud-wreaths around His throne. 
 
 Methought it was a holy thing, 
 
 "When late I watched that infant die, 
 Saw Death without his poisoned sting, 
 
 The Grave bereft of victory: — 
 And now I love to look upon 
 
 The ground that holds its mouldering clay, 
 And think th' immortal soul hath gone. 
 
 Nor shares the kindred earth's decay. 
 
 Here lies a maiden. — I have seen 
 
 Her graceful form, her witching face, 
 Her fairy step, and noble mien. 
 
 That well a regal throne might grace ; — 
 She seemed to me no earthly thing, 
 
 But some incarnate angel, given 
 To aid the mind's imagining 
 
 01 seraphs bright, that dwell in heaven.
 
 THE DEAD. 135 
 
 I wist not then how Death delights 
 
 With purest gems to deck his throne, 
 The loveliest flowers full often blights, 
 
 And fits them thus to be his own : 
 No — when I gazed upon her last, 
 
 I never dreamed to find her here, 
 And ere a few brief months had passed 
 
 Above her tombstone shed a tear ! — 
 
 And here an aged traveller rests — 
 
 His lengthened, lingering, journey o'er ;- 
 He came to Death's expecting guests, 
 
 Who thought to meet him long before : 
 A good old man — I knew him well, — 
 
 Together many a day we've spent, 
 And now my feelings highly swell 
 
 Above his simple monument. 
 
 I watched him gently pass away, 
 
 As wearied sun from western skies, 
 As autumn's golden leaves decay 
 
 When winter's early blasts arise. 
 And now the old, remembered form, 
 
 The reverend face no more I see ; — 
 Too frail at length for life's rough storm, 
 
 God took him where he fain would be.
 
 136 1 111: DEAD. 
 
 Adieu, ye dear departed ours ! — 
 
 1 love to think upon you yet, 
 And here above your slumbering bones 
 
 To vent the sorrows of regret. 
 Adieu, awhile! — Again we meel ! — 
 
 Whene'er the summons Bb.aU be given, 
 Ye would I know my coming greet, 
 
 And welcome me at gate of heaven ! 
 
 * Tis .sweet to muse upon the dead, 
 
 At evening's still and solemn hour, 
 When Contemplation best can shed 
 
 Her soothing, soul-instructing power : 
 To roam the church-yard's hallowed ground. 
 
 Where those we Loved, in Blumber lie, 
 While vesper-eliiiniiii:s seem to sound 
 
 Their sad and plaintive lullaby.
 
 THE UNHAPPY BRIDE. 
 
 I see her tread the festive hall, 
 
 And gladly gay she seems to be ; 
 She joins the bright and featly ball, 
 
 And seems to love its revelry ; — 
 But I can mark the lurid cloud 
 
 That broods upon her jewelled brow, — 
 A shadow from the funeral shroud, 
 
 That robes her fondest wishes now. 
 
 They've given her maiden hand away, 
 
 Where she could ne'er bestow her heart 
 A father's will she can obey, 
 
 Affection's tie she cannot part : — 
 There's one she loves right dearly still, 
 
 There's one who loves her madly yet, 
 There are two hearts responsive thrill 
 
 With keenest pangs of vain regret !
 
 THE UNHAPPY BRIDE. 
 
 A rich and Lordly rival came, 
 And Lured a Bordid parent's soul ; 
 
 I [e boasted fortune, power, and name, 
 The dregs of this world's mingled bowl : 
 
 'I'uas thus he gained her hand by stealth, 
 He gave the Gather's pride Lncr< ase, 
 
 Till on the golden shrine of wealth, 
 He sacrificed his daughter's peace ! 
 
 And now she is a Noble's bride, 
 
 And there amid the glittering train, 
 She would her struggling anguish hide, 
 
 Nor let a tear-drop fall again. — 
 Methinks it is a piteous sight, 
 
 That angels' eyes might weep to see, 
 And I must bid the scene good night, 
 
 Or soon "twill make a child of me.
 
 BEWARE. 
 
 Beware of whatever is fair to the view, 
 
 Melodious and pleasant to hear ; 
 Of all that the mind may imagine as true, — 
 
 For the reign of Deception is here ! 
 
 Beware of the sun, when he glitters so hright, 
 That clouds seem as things that have been, 
 
 But have wrapped all their gloom round the bosom of night, 
 No longer to darken the scene ! 
 
 Beware of the instrument, powerful and sweet, 
 
 For music or plaintive, or grand ; 
 On whose cords the spirits of harmony meet, 
 
 Invited by masterly hand !
 
 I [0 BEM \m 
 
 Beware ol th< rose-bud so 1"\ elj to-d ly, 
 Like a L, r >iu "ii the green robe of earth ; 
 
 Untouched bj a symptom of blighl or decay, 
 A-- e'er at the hour of its birth ! 
 
 For soon a black cloud may envelope the sky, 
 And snapped be the musical strings, 
 
 The bloom of the Hower in a moment may die, — 
 Then trust not such vanishing things ! 
 
 And of Fortune, of Friendship, of Happiness here. 
 
 Awhile we're permitted to share, 
 With all thai seems pleasant, unfading, sincere, — 
 
 They all are hut shadows; — Beware !
 
 THE FIRST-BORN SLAIN. 
 
 "And it came to pass, that at midnight the Lord smote all the firstborn in the land 
 of Egypt, from the firstborn of Pharaoh that sat on the throne unto the firstborn of the 
 captive that ircis in the dungeon ; and all the firstborn of cattle." 
 
 And Pharaoh rose up in the night, he, and all his servants, and all the Egyptians ; 
 and there was a great cry in Egypt ; for there was not a house where there was not one 
 
 Exodus, chap. xii. verses, 29, 30. 
 
 The night-winds sighed their latest breath 
 
 O'er Egypt's wasted land, 
 When God unsheathed the sword of Death, 
 
 And nerved the Angel's hand : — 
 Creation seemed in horror deep 
 
 To close her fearful eyes, 
 And stillness of suspense to keep 
 
 For Heaven's dread sacrifice.
 
 I 12 THE PIRST-BORN SLAIN. 
 
 The n i \\,i^ Bmiling mournfully 
 
 \\ ith Bad, and Bombre lighl ; 
 
 The shirs in dimness seemed to vie, 
 As shrinking from the sight : 
 
 The very dome of heaven was dark 
 Wiih some unwonted shade, 
 
 Nor meteor ventured forth a spark 
 Its drearness to invade. 
 
 Ten thousand eyes are closed in sleep, 
 
 That ne'er shall ope again ; 
 Ten thousand more shall wake to weep 
 
 For Death's appalling reign. — 
 The monarch on his downy hed, 
 
 The captive in his cell, — 
 Bach calmly lays his fearless head. 
 
 Nor dreams hut all is well. 
 
 The mother clasps her darling boy, 
 
 And hushes him to rest — 
 The little heart that soon must lie 
 
 Cold, cold, upon her breast : — 
 The wistless child is slumbering, 
 
 While fete stands watching near; — 
 'Mid dreams of young imagining 
 
 He revels void of fear.
 
 THE FIRST-BORN SLAIN. 143 
 
 But hark ! — a dread, an awful cry 
 
 In one dire moment given, 
 Re-echoes through the vaulted sky, 
 
 As when by thunder riven : 
 It rises from the palace dome, 
 
 The lowly, clay-built shed, — 
 Oh God ! the joy of every home, 
 
 The first-born hope is dead ! 
 
 The noble, gay, and gallant youth, * 
 
 The maiden brightly fair — 
 Their lips that vowed unaltered truth, 
 
 Are cold, and livid there : 
 The child, the little infant lie, 
 
 As blasted flowers of spring : — 
 To see such early victims die 
 
 It was a piteous thing ! 
 
 But 'twas Jehovah's fierce command, 
 
 Nor Death could disobey, 
 Or pity might have held his hand 
 
 From lovely ones as they ! — 
 The fathers' guilt had called aloud 
 
 For vengeance from the skies, 
 And Vengeance spread the children's shroud, 
 
 Before their parents' eyes.
 
 I I I nil'. FIRST-BORN SLAIN 
 
 (i<>,l ! Thou art mighty, Thou an great, 
 Ami judgments are Thine own ; 
 
 Tin- herald messengers of Fate 
 Stand waiting round Thy throne: — 
 
 Thy wrath fell fierce on Ktrypt's land, 
 On all her guilty powers; — 
 
 Oh, keep ?/.<•■ more to Thy command, 
 Lest soon it fall on ours !
 
 CAN WE FORGET. 
 
 Can we forget the times of yore, 
 
 The hours that we have seen, 
 When Life the robe of gladness wore 
 
 In Childhood's paths of green : 
 Ere thorns had lined the pleasant way, 
 
 And torn each silken fold ; — 
 Oh, can our memories ever stray 
 
 From happy days of old ! 
 
 Whate'er our fate —where'er we go, 
 These things, can we forget them ? — No ! 
 
 Can we forget our Youth's dear home, 
 
 Tho' distant now it be, 
 Tho' many a league from thence we roam, 
 
 Or cross the mighty sea : — 
 
 The countless hours of joy we've spent 
 
 Around its cheerful fire ; 
 
 K
 
 11,, ( \\ WE FORGET 
 
 Its peace, Its comfort, and content, 
 Thai now we bul desire. 
 
 Whate'er our fate, where'er we go, 
 These things, can we forget them ? — No! 
 
 Can we forget the old church-bells, 
 
 That pealed along the air, 
 In merry chimes, or solemn knells, 
 
 Or glad-toned calls to prayer : — 
 The sacred pile on Sabbath sought, 
 
 Where sweet instruction given, 
 Our young soul's footsteps early taught 
 
 The narrow way to heaven. 
 
 \Yhate*er our fate — where'er we go, 
 These things, can we forget them ? — No ! 
 
 Can we forget the favourite? walk 
 
 In some sequestered dell, 
 Where birds, and leaves, and streamlets talk, 
 
 And fairy-spirits dwell : 
 Where first we knew the bosom-glow, 
 
 That Nature can impart, 
 And felt the tide of feeling flow 
 
 Around our youthful heart. 
 
 Whate'er our fate — where'er we go, 
 These things, can we forget them ? — No !
 
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 And those dear friends, whose presence then 
 
 Endeared each lovely spot, 
 Whom here we ne'er shall see again, 
 
 But ne'er can be forgot; 
 Whose memory now comes o'er the mind 
 
 As some sweet magic spell ; 
 The good, the gentle, and the kind, 
 
 That long we've bid farewell. 
 
 Whate'er our fate — where'er we go, 
 These things, can we forget them ? — No !
 
 HOPES AND KRARS. 
 
 What are earth's gay hopes of gladness ?- 
 Blossoms rarely bringing fruit : 
 
 Deck to-day Life's tree of sadness, — 
 Fade, — and leave it destitute. 
 
 What are earth-born fears of sorrow ? — 
 Clouds, that threaten storm and rain, 
 
 Lour awhile, but ere to-morrow 
 Leave the landscape bright again. 
 
 What are radiant hopes of heaven ? — 
 Suns, that light this world of ours, 
 
 Beams from throne of glory given, 
 Buds, that bring undying flowers.
 
 HOPES AND FEARS. 149 
 
 What are fears of hell ? — Oh, never 
 
 May we their completion know ! — 
 Streams that rim to Grief's dark river, 
 
 Never ceasing in its flow !
 
 'I'll K FRIENDS WE LOVE. 
 
 When is it life seems doubly dear, 
 
 And death, of all, the saddest thing; 
 When seem our pleasures most sincere, 
 Our griefs not worth the reckoning ; 
 When scarce, methinks, we could decide, 
 
 Were our glad souls the option given, 
 In earth's dark mansion to abide, 
 
 Or be transported thence to heaven ? — 
 Oh, 'tis the time of joy so sweet, 
 
 Well nigh all earthly bliss above, 
 Whene'er in happy hours we meet 
 
 The fri.nds who love us — those we love ! 
 
 When is it suns an- doubly bright, 
 
 Ami skies of more etherial blue ; 
 More radiant glow the orbs of night, 
 
 \l.,re purely sparkle, morning dew:
 
 THE FRIENDS WE LOVE. 151 
 
 When lovelier seem the summer flowers, 
 
 And shed a richer scent abroad ; 
 When chant the birds in shady bowers 
 A sweeter song of praise to God ? — 
 
 Oh, 'tis the time, when those are near 
 
 With whom life's path we fain would rove, 
 Whose presence can each charm endear, 
 The friends who love us — those we love ! 
 
 When is it clouds less black appear, 
 
 That darkened late the lowering sky ; — 
 When darts the thunderbolt less near, 
 And lightnings shoot undreaded by : 
 Less fiercely raves the tempest wind, 
 
 Around the nighted traveller's head ; 
 When seems the thorny path more kind, 
 The flinty road less hard to tread ? — 
 Oh, 'tis the time, when not alone, 
 
 The heartfelt solace we can prove, 
 That every feeling breast must own — 
 Of friends who love us — those we love ! 
 
 Yes, where's the happiness on earth, 
 
 But Friendship renders sweeter far, 
 Of tenfold richer, costlier worth, 
 
 Than ought of lonely pleasures are :
 
 152 THE FRIENDS WE LOVE. 
 
 And where's t h< ■ Borrow hearts can feel, 
 
 How keen soe'er its pang niav be, 
 1 5ut Friendship can some chann reveal 
 To quell one half its extacy r — 
 
 Oh, may we pass our journey here, 
 And meet again in bliss above — 
 (For heaven with them were still more dear) 
 The friends who love us — those we love ! 
 
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 Johnson, Mr. H. Scholefield. . . . Northwich. 
 
 Johnson, Mr. D Grafton Street, Dublin. 
 
 Johnson, Miss J Leixlip, County Dublin. 
 
 Johnson, Mr. Thomas Manchester. 
 
 Jones, Mrs George's Street, Dublin. 
 
 Kaye, Lady Amelia Greenbank, Hartford. 
 
 Kemp, Mr. William Liverpool. 3 
 
 Kempster, F. Esq Manchester. 
 
 Kendrick, James, Esq. M. D. . . Warrington. 
 
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 Lee, Thomas, Esq. .M mint Pleasant, Liverpool. 
 
 Legh, Peter, Esq Booth Hall, Knutsfonl. 
 
 Leigh, James Heath, Esq Belmont, Xorthwich. 10 
 
 Leigh, Rev. John Egginton Rectory. 5 
 
 Leigh, Rev. E. T Rectory, Cheadle. 
 
 Leng, Mr. Robert, junr . Winsford. 
 
 Leycester, It. G. Esq Toft Hall, near Knutaford. 2 
 
 Litton, Miss Wilderspool, near Warrington. 
 
 Lloyd, E. J. Esq. Oldfield Hall, near Altrincham. 2 
 
 Long, Mrs Lymm. 
 
 Lockett, Joseph, Esq Higher Broughton, Manchester. 
 
 Lowe, Rev. Thomas Warrington. 
 
 Low e, Miss Over Whitley, Cheshire. 
 
 Lowe, Mr. George Glasgow. 
 
 Macvicar, John, Esq Manchester. 
 
 Mallory, Mrs Witton Bank, Xorthwich. 
 
 Mather, Mr. James Warrington. 
 
 Marsh, Mrs Fairfield, Warrington. 
 
 Marsden, Rev. Edward Stretton. 
 
 Malet, Rev. J. A Trinity College, Dublin. 
 
 Makin, John, Esq York Street, Manchester. 2 
 
 Markendale, E. Esq Ordsall Hall, Salford. 
 
 Mann, William T. Esq Everton, Liverpool. 
 
 .Mann, Miss do. 
 
 Massoy, Kichard, Esq Moston Hall, Chester. 
 
 Massey, James, Esq do. 
 
 Marsland, Thomas, Esq. M.P. .. Henbury Hall, Macclesfield. 2 
 
 Mannscll, W. Esq Royal Canal Harbour, Dublin. 
 
 M'Grath, Rev. H. W Manchester.
 
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 Moore, Mr. William Buxton. 
 
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 Moore, M. H. Esq 
 
 Morgan, Anthony, Esq Prospect Hill, Cork. 
 
 Morand, Samuel, Esq St. John's Street, Manchester. 2 
 
 Morand, Mrs do. do. 2 
 
 Mosley, A. M. E. Esq Burnaston House, Derby. 
 
 Mosley, Tonman, Esq Rolleston Hall, Staffordshire. 
 
 Mosley, Miss M. A do. do. 
 
 Mosley, Miss Caroline do. do. 
 
 Muchelston, E. Esq Shrewsbury. 
 
 Murray, Mr. James Warrington. 
 
 Myalt, Mr Northwich. 2 
 
 Myrtle, Mr. William Liverpool. 
 
 Nant'an, Nrs Elm Cottage, Comberbach. 
 
 Need, John Peter, Esq Fountain Dale, Mansfield. 2 
 
 Newman, C. W. Esq Winnington, Northwich. 
 
 Newman, James, Esq Wolverhampton. 
 
 Newhall, Mr. Richard Great Budworth. 
 
 Norris, Mr. R. S Warrington. 
 
 Nursaw, Thomas, Esq Higher Broughton, Manchester. 
 
 Ogden, Miss Manchester. 
 
 Okell, John, Esq Rock Ferry, Liverpool. 
 
 Okell, Mr. Thomas Sydney, Australia. 
 
 Okell, Mr. Thomas Stretton House, near Warrington. 
 
 Okell, Mr. Thomas Warrington. 
 
 Okell, Miss Belmont Cottage. 
 
 Okell, Mr. Joseph Rock Ferry, Liverpool. 
 
 Orrnson, Mr. William Cumberbach. 
 
 Ould, Rev. Fielding Liverpool. 
 
 Owen, Mr. Joseph Warrington. 
 
 Page, Samuel, Esq Iladlcy House, Hadley.
 
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 Parsons, Rev. R Pendleton, Manchester. 
 
 Paxton, Joseph, Esq Chatsworth. 
 
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 Pedder, James, Esq Ashton Lodge, Preston. ■! 
 
 Pedley, Miss Liverpool Terrace, Salfbrd. 
 
 Peel, Joseph, Esq Broughton, Manchester. 
 
 Peel, Mr. George do. do. 
 
 Pendleton, F. H. S. Esq Dublin. 2 
 
 Penketh, Mr. John Warrington. 
 
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 Pierpoint, Mr. Beujamiu Warrington. 
 
 Pimhlott, Mrs Bevvsey Grove, Warrington. 
 
 Piatt, Mr Warrington. 
 
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 Pownall, Mr. James Salt'ord. 
 
 Preston, Thomas Baynes, Esq. . . Skipton. 
 
 Prior, Mr Sankey, Warrington. 
 
 Raikes, Rev. Chancellor Chester. 
 
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 Rhodes, Mr. Christopher Irwell Cottage, Eccles. 
 
 Reid, John, Esq Manchester. 
 
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 Rigg, Mi-s Millbank House, West Derby. 
 
 Rigby, Mr. James Northwich. 
 
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 Robinson, Miss Sarah Warrington. 2 
 
 Robinson, Mrs Cogsball. 
 
 mson, J. Esq, Croft House, Skipton.
 
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 Royds, James, Esq Woodlands, Hartford. 
 
 Rudd, Henry, Esq New Ferry, Liverpool. 
 
 Ryley, Samuel, Esq Leaf Square, Pendleton. 
 
 Sandon, Right Hon. Lord .... Sandon Hall. 5 
 
 Sandbach, Samuel, Esq Liverpool. 
 
 Saxon, Mr. John Siddeley .... Northwich. 
 
 Saxon, Mr. John Gibson do. 2 
 
 Segar, Halsall, Esq Birkenhead. 
 
 Shaw, Mr. Thomas . . Farnworth. 
 
 Sherlock, Mrs Liverpool. 
 
 Sharp, John, Esq Warrington. 
 
 Sharp, Mrs . Park Villa, Manchester. 
 
 Sherrard, Mr. R. B ... Liverpool. 
 
 Sheppard, John, Esq do. 
 
 Skelton, Mr Bruch Hall, Warrington. 
 
 Slagg, Mr. Thomas Manchester. 
 
 Smith, Alfred, Esq Derby. 
 
 Smith, Mr. Hugh Stretton. 
 
 Smith, Mr. John Sankey Hall, Warrington. 
 
 Smith, Mr. John Liverpool. 
 
 Smith, Mr. Benjamin London. 
 
 Smith, Mr. George Scarr Wheel, Broughton. 
 
 Smith, Mr. A Manchester. 
 
 Somers, Miss Julia Arley. 
 
 Spilsbury, Rev. F. V Willington. 
 
 Stanway, J. Holt, Esq Brookfield, Manchester. 
 
 Standish, Miss Warrington. 
 
 Staniforth, Samuel, Esq Liverpool. 4 
 
 Stansfield, Mr. James Manchester. 
 
 Starkey, Miss Whitley. 
 
 Stelfox, Mrs Comberbach. 
 
 Stephenson, J. Esq Derby. 4 
 
 Stockwell, Mr. Samuel Dalton, Huddersfield. 
 
 Stone, Spencer, Esq Staffordshire. 
 
 Stone, Robert, Esq. Kinderton.
 
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 Stubs, Joseph, Esq Warrington. 
 
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 Sykes, H. Esq Manchester. 
 
 Talbot, Right Hon. Lord Ingestrc House. '1 
 
 Tatton, Thomas \V. Esq Withenshaw. 2 
 
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 Thornycroft, John, Esq Thornycroft Hall. 
 
 Tollemache, J. J. Esq. M. P. . . Tilstone Lodge. 
 
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 Todd, John, Esq Broughton. 2 
 
 Townend, Thomas, Esq Manchester. 
 
 Townshend, Lee Porcher, Esq . . Wincham Cottage. 
 
 Turner, The Misses Knutsford. 
 
 Turner, Thomas, Esq Manchester. 
 
 Turpin, Mr Warrington. 
 
 Turton, Mr do. 
 
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 Wagstaff, Joseph, Esq Warrington. 
 
 Wagstatl', Mr. William do. 
 
 W'tlker, Charles, Esq Ashl'ord Court, Ludlow. I 
 
 Wallace, Mrs Manchester. 
 
 Walton, Mr. Thomas Howard Terrace, Manchester. 2 
 
 Walton, Mrs. Thomas do. do. 
 
 Walton, Mr. John Manchester. 
 
 Webber, Rev. <». H \ icarage, Great Budworth. '2 
 
 Webster, Mr. S. M Warrington. 
 
 Welsh, Mr. A. Manchester. 
 
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 Whitley, Mr. P Stretton. 
 
 Whitley, Mr. Edward Everton, Liverpool. 
 
 Whitley, Mr. John do. do. 
 
 Williams, B. junr. Esq . Manchester. 2 
 
 Williams, Miss Millbank House, West Derby. 
 
 Williamson, Mr. Edward Howard Terrace, Manchester. 
 
 Williamson, H. H. Esq Newcastle-under-Lyne. 
 
 Wilkinson, M. A. Esq. M. D. . . Manchester. 
 
 Wigley, Miss Great Budworth. 
 
 Wilson, William, Esq Norton Hill. 2 
 
 Woodburne, Myles, Esq Thurston Ville. 
 
 Wright, Rev. James Latchford, Warrington. 
 
 Wright, R. Esq Macclesfield. 
 
 Yates, Mr. James Manchester. 
 
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