exposed to perpetual vicissitudes. How often and how soon have the faint echoes of renown slept in silence, or been converted into the clamours of obloquy! The same lips, almost with the same breath, cry, Hosanna and Crucify! Have not riches confessed their notorious treachery a thousand and a thousand times? Either melting away like snow in our hands, by insensible degrees, or escaping, like a winged prisoner from its cage, with a precipitate flight. Have we not known the bridegroom's closet an ante-chamber to the tomb; and heard the voice which so lately pronounced the sparkling pair husband and wife, proclaim an everlasting divorce? and seal the decree, with that solemn asseveration, "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust!" Our friends, though the medicine of life; our health, though the balm of nature, are a most precarious possession. How soon may the first become a corpse in our arms; and how easily is the last destroyed in its vigour ! You have seen, no doubt, a set of pretty painted birds perching on your trees, or sporting in your meadows. You were pleased with the lovely visitants, that brought beauty on their wings, and melody in their throats. But could you ensure the continuance of this agreeable entertainment? No, truly. At the least disturbing noise, at the least terrifying appearance, they start from their seats; they mount the skies, and are gone in an instant, are gone for ever. Would you choose to have a happiness which bears date with their arrival, and expires at their departure? If you could not be content with a portion, enjoyable only through such a fortuitous term, not of years, but of moments, O! take up with nothing earthly; set your affections on things above; there alone is "no variableness or shadow of turning." "SI JE TE PERDS, JE SUIS PERDU."* SHINE on, thou bright beacon, From thy high place of calmness, Its smooth seas are gone, The wings of the tempest Where storms are unknown Thou dwellest, all beauteous, From the deep womb of darkness, The lightning-flash leaps, O'er the bark of my fortunes Each mad billow sweeps; By warring winds driven, But you lone one of heaven. *These lines were suggested by an impress on a seal, representing a boat at sea, and a man at the helm looking up at a star; with the motto, "Si je te perds, je suis perdu." But, bark of eternity, "If I lose thee, I'm lost." THE SONG OF WINTER. I. I COME from the caves of the frozen north; But over the earth, ere I issue forth, In the pride of my strength, and the power of my might, I bind my veil of silvery white, Lest the tender plants, in her breast that lie, II. My breath has a spell, which the waters know; And the rill, that leaped like a child at play, III. I have touched the trees with my icy hand And the forest is withered and sad to see, IV. Ye may search the vale and the mountain high ; And snows are piled where the rose-tree sprung, And the cold blasts sigh where the wild-bird sung. V. And my voice resounds through the hollow sky, And ye shrink with fear, as a foe were nigh, And ye gather your robes, with shivering care, And ye breathe for spring the ardent prayer; But I tell you, men of this changeful earth, Your sweetest joys in my reign have birth. VI. Go close the door, and the shutter bar,— VII. There are smiles more dear than spring's soft ray, And those smiles can greet, and souls can glow, VIII. I summon the evening hours with me, The hours for deep thought, and for social glee; For the mazy dance, where light steps tread, Like fairy feet, o'er the violet's head; For the song that floats, like the breath of heaven, When it mingles its sweets with the dews of even. IX. O, then, with the harp of festivity, Ye children of Freedom, welcome me ; THE PEBBLE AND THE ACORN. I. "I AM a Pebble, and yield to none," The pelting hail and drizzling rain II. "None can tell of the Pebble's birth; For I am as old as the solid earth. |