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TO TWO SISTERS. *
WELL may you sit within, and, fond of grief,
Changed is that lovely countenance, which shed Light when she spoke; and kindled sweet surprise, As o'er her frame each warm emotion spread, Played round her lips, and sparkled in her eyes.
Those lips so pure, that moved but to persuade,
Yet has she fled the life of bliss below,
And now in joy she dwells, in glory moves!
* On the death of a younger sister.
ON A TEAR.
OH! that the Chemist's magic art
The little brilliant, ere it fell,
Sweet drop of pure and pearly light!
Benign restorer of the soul!
Who ever fly'st to bring relief,
The sage's and the poet's theme,
That very law * which moulds a tear, And bids it trickle from its source, That law preserves the earth a sphere, And guides the planets in their course.
* The law of gravitation.
Vane, quid affectas faciem mihi ponere, pictor?
Et, si vis similem pingere, pinge sonum.-AUSONIUS.
ONCE more, Enchantress of the soul,
Say, in what distant star to dwell?
Perhaps to many a desert shore,
Far happier thou! 'twas thine to soar, Careering on the winged wind. Thy triumphs who shall dare explore? Suns and their systems left behind. No tract of space, no distant star, No shock of elements at war, Did thee detain. Thy wing of fire Bore thee amid the Cherub-choir; And there awhile to thee 'twas given Once more that Voice* beloved to join, Which taught thee first a flight divine, And nursed thy infant years with many a strain