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Written on Nov, 15, 1820. THIS, hadst thou lived, had been thy natal day, And one-and-twenty years had o'er thy head Pursued their course of sorrow and of joy: Ah! much I fear, of sorrow more than joy: For such hath been my fate, and thou and I Were like each other, in our lineaments, Our thoughts, our hopes, our feelings, and our fears: We were aliké in life. Had gracious Heaven Made me as thou art now, how blest the change! From what a world of misery and woe, Of vice and want, of selfishness and pain, Of stony hearts, and groveling soul-less slaves, Had I escaped!' But 'tis the wise behest Of Him who cannot err, that I remain To linger yet a little longer here; And I submit, without a sigh submit To the decree which bids me live and suffer.
Time was I should have wept, had I but dream at
And can I covet this ?-Can I desire
To thus debase the noblest gift of God,
The Eternal Wisdom which has chastened me.
Innocent mirth and harmless revelry Once marked each annual visit of this morn: At its approach the baleful fiend Despair, Which even then had seized on my young lieart, Fled for a season, and a transient smile Shed its gay beamings o'er my face.--Alas! Too transient! Soon the dear delusion fled, And left an "aching void,” which nought could fill.
I had but one hope-now, e'en that is lost! Where shall I turn mine eyes? where meet with aught To make this bitter draught of life more sweet? I know not. Yet an inward Monitor, NE A“ small still voice,” thus whispers to my heart, “ Seek not, nor hope to find, from mortal aid That peace which Heaven can alone bestow. bu Leave the delights, the treasures of the world To those whose thoughts and wishes centre there : Aim thou at higher joys, and nobler endsEternal life, and bliss without alloy.
do What were the transient pleasures of the earth, E'en couldst thou gain a larger share than ever Has fallen to the most favoured of mankind, in Compared to that infinity of bliss Which waits thee, if thou choose the better part?”
Oh, aid me, then, Almighty Father, aid me To make the better choice. On Thee I callTeach me to leave the flowery paths of vice, And strengthen me that I
me that I may persevere
In that straight, rugged road, that leads to virtue.
How rapid it rides o'er the sea!
While the foam ripples high at its lee.
Of a vessel with merchandize stored:
And confusion increases aboard.
And the red vivid flashes are there,
When two thunder-clouds meet in the air.
His vessel is seized as a prize;
And its last murdered mariner dies.
Pointing forth towards the vanishing sun, “ To our isle make with vigour,” he roars,
" Or our spoil will have vainly been won." The day-god bad dipt his hot brow
In the gold-tinted waves of the west,
Lowering clouds did the horizon invest.
The massacre bloody and foul ;
Did now in the hurricane howl.
His rigging was shattered and tore,
Seized his ship, and 'twas never seen more Liverpool.
1803 Y A DREAM.
ADDRESSED TO MY FRIEND, E. E. METHOUGHT the pillow sunk from 'neath my head,
And then the couch where I was listless lain; And an unearthly vision seemed to spread
Above--around me; and my dizzy brain, For one short moment was of sense bereft:
And then, midst odours sweet, it came again With my new birth; a vestige was not left
Of what had been :--my sorrows e'en had ta'en
Their flight; and all was joy; one woe did not remain. And there were such sweet breathings all around,
And such a vast expansion of blue sky, So lovely o'er me! such enamelled ground!
And oh! such prospects filled my ravished eye,
All nature seemed perfection to imply,
Or sound offensive, to the ear or eye,
Was seen or heard, to spoil this heavenly harmony ! · And yet methought, when joy's first thrills were past,
I missed a charm, which I had known before;
A gloom to me; I sighed for something more. " Look up," a voice divinely said," and see
The joy you sigh for.” Instantly before
The feeling's which I bear no brother ever bore!
Your hand was tendered for the friendly shake: Oh with what eagerness 1 seized it! How
We shook ! as if we ne'er would separate! This was true joy indeed! Alas! for me,
The rapturewhich I felt my vision brake;
Had charms to soothe my sorrows when awake,
Yet still my breast is calm; I do not fear
Its swift approaches now ; e'er while a dread Had seized my trembling soul, but soon 'twas gone.
A heaven-born maid appeared; the spectre fled,
And Hope ('twas she) soft whispered, peace is near; Perchance or e'er the threatening cloud may burst, You will have reached the haven of your rest, Safe from the storm; if not, that hand which erst Hath held you up, will be again your guard, Will shield you i hrough the tempest, and will ward
The fiery bolt from your defenceless breast. Then harmless shall the rattling thunders roll, Nor shake the steady temper of your soul.
SONNET TO MR. THOUGH differing interests clash, though factions
Our former friendship, yet within this breast (rend
Too deep for civil discord to erase;
Or pompous equipage, will ever grace
With the just sense of obligations past,
Long as the vital spark of life shall last;
And every pulse is still, a purer flame
D. M. Y.
It plumps, it fattens all ;”
“ Me?".--yes---against the wall! VESPER.