ΤΟ A YOUTHFUL FRIEND. In life's early vision, when bliss mantles high, And hope to the bosom seems brilliant as sure; How numerous the perils that ambush the way! For they that in sympathy now would adore thee, While the cup of prosperity, sparkling, is thine; Ungrateful, will ere long, in mockery smile o'er thee, When the sun of thy pleasure in mists shall decline. And if, unexperienced, thy heart is deceived, If the faithless hath pierced thee, and those once believed, O then, thou benighted, and lone, look afar, TO HIM* that can soften the wounds he has made; * My Father! Thou art the guide of my youth. BIBLE. THE MISSIONARY'S GRAVE IN THE DESERT. In a foreign soil he sleeps, No early wild-flower weeps, By stranger hands he was laid Where the Siroc sweeps the mound; The grief of a yearning brother, No cenotaph tells his worth; But the heart of affection true, TO JUNE. O COME Smiling JUNE, O come smiling June, Bid the meadows rejoice; With health thy companion, And labour thy choice; Where lately in triumph Stern winter was seen, Pomona shall mantle Her livery of green. |