With anguish o'er the lowly sleep Of lover or of friend; But they to whom the sway Of pain and grief is o'er, Whose tears our God hath wiped away, Oh, mourn for them no more! WE mourn for those who toil, The slave who ploughs the main, Beneath the stripe and chain; A host of restless phantoms chase,- We mourn for those who sin, Whose hearts, by whirlwind passions torn, We mourn for those who weep, THE UNKNOWN GRAVE. MOIR. WHO sleeps below?-who sleeps below? - Ask of the breezes as they blow, Say, do they heed, or hear thy call? A hundred summer suns have shower'd With piercing floods, and hues of night, Did grandeur smile upon his lot? Dwelt he within some lonely cot, Bow'd down and bent by hoary eld, When sound was silence to his ears, And the dim eyeball sight withheld; When all the friends that bless'd his prime When round him throng'd his children young Or, 'mid the sunshine of his spring, Came the swift bolt that dash'd him dow In beauty, deem'd him all her own, Question no more, alas!-'tis vain- Then, what is life, when thus we see Place not on aught of earth thy trust; 'Tis doom'd that dust shall mix with dust. What doth it matter, then, if thus, We float not on the breath of fame; The soul decays not; freed from earth And spurning off its bonds of clay, Do good; shun evil; live not thou, To draw thy steps from truth aside; ON VISITING A SCENE OF CHILDHOOD. ANON. LONG years had elapsed since I gazed on the scene, Which my fancy still robed in its freshness of green The spot where, a school-boy, all thoughtless, I strayed By the side of the stream, in the gloom of the shade. M I thought of the friends, who had roamed with me there, When the sky was so blue, and the flowers were so fair, All scattered!--all sundered by mountain andwave, I thought of the green banks, that circled around, I thought of the river, all quiet and bright And I thought of the trees, under which we had Of the broad leafy boughs, with their coolness of And I hoped, though disfigured, some token to find rind. All eager, I hastened the scene to behold, Rendered sacred and dear by the feelings of old; And I deemed that, unaltered, my eye should explore This refuge, this haunt, this Elysium of yore. "Twas a dream!-not a token or trace could I view Of the names that I loved, of the trees that I knew: Like the shadows of night at the dawning of day, "Like a tale that is told,"-they had vanished away. And methought the lone river, that murmured along, Was more dull in its motion, more sad in its song, SACRED HARMONY. 163 Since the birds, that had nestled and warbled above, Behold, how of earth all the glories depart! Our visions are baseless,-our hopes but a gleam,-- Time. TASTE. AKENSIDE. FEST then is taste, but these internal powers, M2 I thought of the friends, who had roamed with me there, When the sky was so blue, and the flowers wer so fair, All scattered!-all sundered by mountain and wait, I thought of the green banks, that circled around, I thought of the river, all quiet and bright And I thought of the trees, under which we had Of the broad leafy boughs, with their coolness shade; And I hoped, though disfigured, some token to fi of the names, and the carvings, impressed on the rind. eager, I hastened the scene to behold, ndered sacred and dear by the feelings of old d I deemed that, unaltered, my eye should explore is refuge, this haunt, this Elysium of yore. was a dream!-not a token or trace could I vi Df the names that I loved, of the trees that I kne Like the shadows of night at the dawning of d "Like a tale that is told, "-they had vanished as And methought the lone river, that murm along, Was more dull in its motion, more sad in its s Since the birds, that had nestled and warbled above, I paused:-and the moral came home to my Behold, how of earth all the glories depart! Then, O, let us look-let our prospects allure- TASTE. AKENSIDE. WHAT then is taste, but these internal powers, M 2 |