Changed is that lovely countenance, which shed Light when she spoke; and kindled sweet surprise, As o'er her frame each warm emotion spread, Played round her lips, and sparkled in her eyes. Those lips so pure, that moved but to persuade, Yet has she fled the life of bliss below, And now in joy she dwells, in glory moves! ON A TEAR. Он! that the Chemist's magic art Could crystallize this sacred treasure! Long should it glitter near my heart, A secret source of pensive pleasure. The little brilliant, ere it fell, Sweet drop of pure and pearly light ! Benign restorer of the soul ! Who ever fly'st to bring relief, Of Love or Pity, Joy or Grief. The sage's and the poet's theme, Thou charm'st in Fancy's idle dream, That very law* which moulds a tear, And bids it trickle from its source, That law preserves the earth a sphere, And guides the planets in their course. * The law of gravitation. TO A VOICE THAT HAD BEEN LOST.* Vane, quid affectas faciem mihi ponere, pictor? Et, si vis similem pingere, pinge sonum.-AUSONIUS. ONCE more, Enchantress of the soul, Once more we hail thy soft controul. * In the winter of 1805. Thy broken murmurs swept along, Arrested in the realms of Frost, Or in the wilds of Ether lost. Far happier thou! 'twas thine to soar, Careering on the winged wind. And nursed thy infant years with many a strain from Heaven! * Mrs. Sheridan's. |