LONDON:

PRINTED BY BRADBURY AND EVANS,

OUVERIE STREFT.

POEMS.

SONNET.

MINE be the strength of spirit fierce and free,

Like some broad river rushing down alone,

With the selfsame impulse wherewith he was thrown
From his loud fount upon the echoing lea :-
Which with increasing might doth forward flee
By town, and tower, and hill, and cape, and isle,
And in the middle of the green salt sea

Keeps his blue waters fresh for many a mile.
Mine be the Power which ever to it's sway

Will win the wise at once, and by degrees

May into uncongenial spirits flow;
Even as the great gulfstream of Florida
Floats far away into the Northern seas

The lavish growths of southern Mexico.

B

ΤΟ

1.

ALL good things have not kept aloof,
Nor wandered into other ways:

I have not lacked thy mild reproof,
Nor golden largess of thy praise,

But life is full of weary days.

II.

Shake hands, my friend, across the brink Of that deep grave to which I go.

Shake hands once more: I cannot sink So far far down, but I shall know Thy voice, and answer from below.