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Think not though health is bounding in thy vein,
ONCE more 'lis night, and Life's dull weight
Hath left the earth in blessed sleep, The moon shines o'er my chamber floor,
Nor sound nor sail is on the deep.
With all its glorious host abroad :
Bends down my heart to thee, oh God!
I see the false, and mourn the fair,
I too, have worshipp'd Folly's glare ;-
To claim the sceptic's heartless boast --
God of my trust, I too were lost ! The dream is past ;-it could not last !
And kindly hast thou dealt with me;To wean my beart from worldly art,
And fix its wav'ring faith on Thee. In vainer days, from pleasure's vase
I quaff'd the draught which millions rue ; Its fragments rust amid the dust,
But Thou canst not deccive me too! With Thee is life, undimm'd by strife;
The strength whose tow'r time never shakes; Thou art the way, where none can stray;
The only friend who ne'er forsakes. Bid sorrow's wave be my bope's grave -
Blight all the joys for which I strove,
Ye never can return."
The heart was not so sear'd as now,
Would bring a cloud upon the brow.
And with them many a dream of bliss;
Have faded nor e'er whisper'd this.
I'd leave ambition's fondest schemes ;
For one short glance of childhoods dreams.
Can thither fly when storms arise ;
Nought can recall their peaceful skies.
The heart was then so pure, so free
From folly, and the vice of age; And never thought such blots could be
Upon the face of manhood's page. Sincere in love, in friendship true,
Its little word was free from care ; But sorrow with its moments grew,
Till nought of youth was ling'ring there. The eye grew dim which once was bright
We smile but ah! 'tis not sincere : And tho' at times the heart grows light,
How soon 'tis clouded with a tear. At morn some fix'd resolve is made
'Tis broke before the day is past; And night comes only to upbraid,
The fleeting joys we thought would last. Thus day by day life hurries on,
By hope and fancy still beguild; And friends are falling one by one
Who were our playmates when a child. Oh! I could weep as oft I think
How happy then, how alter'd now, While standing on the grave's dark brink,
With care deep mark'd upon my brow. 'Tis sad to think the time is past,
When shone the morning of our day ; 'Tis sad to see the sky o'ercast,
As evening comes with solemn grey. Then farewell early hopes and joys,
To me you only can give pain, And vain alas! are all those sighs
Since childhood cannot come again.
THERE IS A TEAR THAT FALLS UNSEEN.
There is a tear that falls unseen,
Nor seeks the downcast eye ;
Ascends the frequent sigh.
That wastes the rocks away;
And makes the heart decay.
Forgetful of its woe,
Till all has ceased to flow,
Ere youth had seen its prime;
They seem'd the wrecks of time.
So full of health and bloom;
And gave her to the tomb.
When thinking on her child,
So full of kindness smil'd.
Upon a lonely shore;
And life's pulse beat no more.
Beside his long worn chain;