Yet softly rests thy weary head, And oft, when eve's pale star alone The lonely surge will gently moan Its requiem o'er thy grave. Then rest in peace, and when no more The raging billows sleep, The LORD JEHOVAH will restore, And bring thee from the deep. SOLITUDE. I LOVE at evening's silent tide, 'Tis then in solitude refined, Reflection feels its zest; 'Tis then the contemplative mind With Reason's charms is blest. 'Tis then the expanding soul ascends, And roves through fields above; 'Tis then the mystic Essence blends With uncreated love. O Solitude, thy soothing charm Can sad affliction's sting disarm, And banish every care. While folly's votary shuns thy shrine, And grandeur fears thy power; To bless life's fleeting hour. TO THE COMET, THAT APPEARED JULY, 1819, MYSTIC stranger! blaze of light, Portent to the wondering sight, Dost thou tell of blight afar, Or confirm the notes of peace? Art thou missioned from above, O, celestial herald, say, Dost thou bring the dawn of love, Wakening the millenial day? Could we thus with rapture meet thee, Emanation of the skies, How would songs of triumph greet thee, How would mingling praises rise! But though Wisdom hath denied, He that speaks in dreadful thunder, He that holds the bolt of heaven, Mystic orb, then urge thy flight, |