Perhaps thy shade Hath often screened our sires From summer's ray, And autumn's milder fires; They saw a nation free, Perchance, in each fond heart Could lull each bosom care; The song of love Could waken rapture there. Where are they? Thou saw'st them disappear; They sleep in clay, Forgotten is the tear. And we shall follow; Yes, hoary tree, Thy arms will brave the blast, When we to our eternity Have past. THE PIRATE-SHIP. MIDNIGHT reigns; -on the ocean Calmly sleeps the starry beam; Steady is the barque's proud motion, Peaceful is the sailor's dream. Sailor, waken, death is near, Waken from deceitful sleep; Sailor, ere the dawn appear, Thou shalt slumber in the deep. Lightly on the riven wave, Bounding swift, with murderous mein, Gorged from guilt's infernal womb, Luxury of crime is theirs, Gold their idol, to the god Like a demon ripe from hell, Dear to him is childhood's moan, Female shrieks to him are bliss; Mercy, canst thou rear thy throne In a bosom seared like this? Now with crime-accursed mirth, Horrid laughter shakes the sky; Drunk with blood, the stain of earth, Join in fearful revelry. Sailor, waken, death is near, Waken from deceitful sleep; Sailor, ere the dawn appear, STANZAS. THE Source of Charity is pure, The living essence must endure, Superior to the stores of art, A temple meet for God. And should that Power each wish fulfil With science' richest meed, If Charity be absent, still My soul is poor indeed. For Charity endureth long, And never fails in love; Here would I rest, for here belong My hopes of heaven above. O WHAT IS LIFE. O what is life but some dark dream, Some false, deceitful meteor beam, O what are fleeting joys below, The pageant of an empty show, That fain would hide the latent wo From him it oft beguiles? And what the secret, pensive tear, Each drop, pellucid, glistening clear, |