POEMS; OCCASIONAL AND MISCELLANEOUS. THE VERNAL MORN. BRIGHT Sol again yokes up his steeds, The woods and lawns invite to rove, The feathered choir, on every spray, And to the glorious God of Day The sportive flocks that climb the hill, His genial influence hail. 2* (17) "Shall man be mute while instinct sings," Nor join the general joy?— Ye, who would rosy health retain, Or you, with me, perhaps in vain, The lovely Nymph, a fugitive, may weep! The breath of morn regales each sense, Then, slothful sleep and slumber, hence! AURORA! still let me inhale Thy health-inspiring breath; Oh, yet withhold me from the vale April, 1810. TO MY FATHER. ON HIS BIRTH-DAY; APRIL 8, 1812. WHILE clouds obscure the sky, My Father first; to him my soul draws near; My Brother, ever near, My Sister, calm and mild, My sainted-Sister's child Ye all will share the affections of my breast, Till Reason's reign finds everlasting rest. Nor absent friends alone Monopolize my heart; She, whose soft breast is prone Connubial joys to impart, Shall share my love-endear the tie of life, MORNING HYMN. SWEET the balmy breath of morning Sweeps along the dew-gemmed sward; Let our hearts, mild grace adorning, Pour their matins to the Lord. Early let our thoughts, aspiring, May our aspirations, votive, At His Throne acceptance find; Of such vows, how strong the motive, To the POWER who rules the Mind! While our lips, in tuneful measure, GUARDIAN of our hours, nocturnal, Chant Thy praise in choral songs. While we sail life's stormy ocean, On the resurrection morning, Freed from dross-refined by loveMay our souls, rich Grace adorning, Claim Thy promised rest above. |