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“ Tell me, resplendent guardian of the night,
Circling the sphere in thy perennial flight,
What secret path of heaven thy smiles adorn,
What nameless sea reflects thy gleaming horn ?"
Now earth and ocean vanish'd, all serene
The starry firmament alone was seen;
Through the slow, silent hours, he watch'd the host
Of midnight suns in western darkness lost,
Till Night himself, on shadowy pinions borne,
Fled o'er the mighty waters, and the morn
Danced on the mountains : “Lights of heaven!” he
“ Lead on : I go to win a glorious bride; (cried,
Fearless o’er gulfs unknown I urge my way,
Where peril prowls, and shipwreck lurks for prey :
Hope swells my sail; in spirit I behold
That inaiden world, twin-sister of the old,
By Nature nursed beyond the jealous sea,
Denied to ages, but betrothed to me.”
There is a land, of every land the pride, Beloved by Heaven o'er all the world beside ; Where brighter suns dispense serener light, And milder moons emparadise the night ; A land of beauty, virtue, valour, truth, Time-tutor'd age, and love-exalted youth ; The wandering mariner, whose eye explores The wealthiest isles, the most enchanting shores, Views not a realm so beautiful and fair, Nor breathes the spirit of a purer air; In every clime the magnet of his soul, Touch'd by remembrance, trembles to that pole ; For in this land of Heaven's peculiar grace, The heritage of Nature's noblest race, There is a spot of earth supremely bless'd, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest,
Where man, creation's tyrant, casts aside
His sword and sceptre, pageantry and pride,
While in his soften'd looks benignly blend
The sire, the son, the husband, brother, friend :
Here woman reigns; the mother, daughter, wise,
Strews with fresh flowers the narrow way of life;
In the clear heaven of her delightful eye,
An angel-guard of loves and graces lie;
Around her knees domestic duties meet,
And fireside pleasures gambol at her feet.
“Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found ?”
Art thou a man? a patriot? look around;
Oh, thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam,
That land thy country, and that spot thy home!
THERE is a calm for those who weep,
A rest for weary pilgrims found,
They softly lie and sweetly sleep
Low in the ground.
The storm that wrecks the winter sky
No more disturbs their deep repose,
Than summer evening's latest sigh
That shuts the rose.
I long to lay this painful head
And aching heart beneath the soil,
To slumber in that dreamless bed
From all my toil.
For Misery stole me at my birth,
And cast me helpless on the wild :
I perish; oh! my mother Earth,
Take home thy child.
On thy dear lap these limbs reclined,
Shall gently moulder into thee;
Nor leave one wretched trace behind
Hark! a strange sound affrights mine ear:
My pulse, my brain runs wild-I rave;
Ah! who art thou whose voice I hear?
“I am the GRAVE!"
“ The Grave, that never spake before, Hath found at length a tongue to chide : Oh, listen! I will speak no more :
Be silent, Pride !
“ Art thou a wretch of hope forlorn,
The victim of consuming care ?
Is thy distracted conscience torn
By fell despair ?
“ Do foul misdeeds of former times Wring with remorse thy guilty breast? And ghosts of unforgiven crimes
Murder thy rest?
“ Lash'd by the furies of the mind, From Wrath and Vengeance wouldst thou flee? Ah! think not, hope not, fool, to find
A friend in me.
By all the terrors of the tomb, Beyond the power of tongue to tell ; By the dread secrets of my wonib;
By Death and Hell;
“I charge thee Live! repent and pray,
In dust thine infamy deplore;
There yet is mercy: go thy way,
And sin no more.
" Art thou a MOURNER? Hast thou known
The joy of innocent delights,
Endearing days for ever flown,
And tranquil nights !
« Oh LIVE! and deeply cherish still The sweet remembrance of the past ; Rely on Heaven's unchanging will
For peace at last.
« Art thou a WANDERER? Hast thou seen O’erwhelming tempests drown thy bark? A shipwreck'd sufferer, hast thou been
“ Though long of winds and waves the sport, Condemn'd in wretchedness to roam, LIVE! thou shalt reach a sheltering port,
A quiet home. " TO FRIENDSHIP didst thou trust thy fame, And was thy friend a deadly foe, Who stole into thy breast to aim
A surer blow ?
“ LIVE! and repine not o'er his loss,
A loss unworthy to be told :
Thou hast mistaken sordid dross
For friendship's gold.
“ Seek the true treasure, seldom found,
Of power the fiercest griefs to calm,
And sooth the bosom's deepest wound
With heavenly balm.
“ Did woman's charms thy youth beguile,
And did the fair one faithless prove ?
Hath she betray'd thee with a smile,
And sold thy love?
“ LIVE! 'Twas a false, bewildering fire:
Too often Love's insidious dart
Thrills the fond soul with wild desire,
But kills the heart.
“Thou yet shalt know how sweet, how dear,
To gaze on listening beauty's eye;
To ask—and pause in hope and fear
Till she reply.
" A nobler flame shall warm thy breast,
A brighter maiden faithful prove ;
Thy youth, thine age shall yet be bless'd
In woman's love.
“Whate'er thy lot, whoe'er thou be,
Confess thy folly, kiss the rod,
And in thy chastening sorrows see
The hand of God.
“ A bruised reed he will not break;
Afflictions all his children feel;
He wounds them for his mercy's sake,
He wounds to heal.
“Humbled beneath his mighty hand,
Prostrate his Providence adore :
'Tis done! Arise! He bids thee stand,
To fall no more.
“Now, traveller in the vale of tears,
To realms of everlasting light,
Through Time's dark wilderness of years,
Pursue thy flight.
“ There is a calm for those who weep,
A rest for weary pilgrims found;
And while the mouldering ashes sleep
Low in the ground,
“ The soul, of origin divine,
God's glorious image, freed from clay,
In Heaven's eternal sphere shall shine
A star of day.
“ The sun is but a spark of fire,
A transient meteor in the sky;
The soul, immortal as its sire,
SHALL NEVER DIE.'