While night enwraps her mantle round, And we our weary eye-lids close,

Still may thy guardian hand be found,
And each awake from sweet repose.

Thus, through life's dark, eventful way,
May we, with faith, rely on thee,
"Till we arrive at PERFECT DAY,
Whose dawn precedes eternity.

THE IMMORTAL MIND.

WHEN pleasure smiles with aspect gay,

And bright alluring mien; When joy emits its cloudless ray,

While darkening storms seem far away,

And all is bliss serene:

When friendship cheers with sacred charm,

And sympathy sincere;

When circled in affection's arm,

Whose glance can bitter griefs disarm,

And smile, dispel the tear:

When all that glittering wealth can boast,

Or laurelled fame bestow;
Unites with science' richer zest,

To crown the favoured votary blest,
With happiness below:

say,

from whence the secret care,

That rives without control;

That spurns each bliss as empty air,

While racked, it feels with keen despair, Vacuity of soul?

Learn, mortal;—the expanding mind,

That essence from above;

Dread Emanation, is designed,

To feast on deathless joys refined,

And drink eternal love.

STANZAS.

I LOVE the breast that kindly feels
The griefs which mortals know;
I love the lip whose accent heals
The wounds of tearful wo.

The eye that beams with pity's gem,

Is bright to every view;

Its lustre shades the diadem,

Or ruby's sparkling hue.

The form that flies to misery's aid,

To dry the orphan's tear;

Is grace, combined with ease, displayed,

Unrivalled by compeer.

Sweet is Apollo's silver strain,
And Sappho's melting air;

Sweeter the notes that soften pain,

And banish dark despair.

Woman, while these unite in thee,

We own thy magic still;

And every heart, though proudly free, Is vanquished at thy will.