That head in hoary honours dressed — A pillar in his place That blooming pair whom love has blessed With such peculiar grace— These youths and maids — a fair array ; And does he beckon these away? There is a voice, familiar now, And soon must this be hushed! And must that high and thoughtful brow By death's rude hand be crushed? Beneath these stones that head shall hide, With one to slumber at his side. The vision fades;-but others rise, A vista opens in the skies 'Tis but a moment's blaze, And straight the wondrous scene departs, For still the veil is on our hearts. Hull, 1821. SOLILOQUY. HERE'S a beautiful earth, and a wonderful sky, The soul though encumbered with sense and with sin, Yea more, it is gifted with vision so keen As to know the unknown, and to see the unseen; To glance at eternity's numberless days, Till dazzled, confounded, and lost in the maze. Nor will this suffice it;-O wonderful germ Such, such is the soul, though bewildered and dark; A vital, etherial, unquenchable spark : Thus onward and upward by nature it tends;— Then wherefore descends it? ah! whither descends? Soon droops its light pinion, borne down by a gust, For robes that too proud were the lilies to wear—- How tranquil and blameless the pleasures it sought, While it rested within the calm region of thought! How fraught with disgust, and how sullied with woe, Is all that detains and beguiles it below! O Thou who, when silent and senseless it lay, 1823. Yet say not-who shall mount on high, To bring him from above? For lo! the Lord is always nigh The children of his love. The Saviour whom I long have sought, And would, but cannot see And is he here? O wondrous thought! And will he dwell with me? I ask not with my mortal eye Give me to see Thee, and to feel The mental vision clear: The things unseen reveal! reveal! I seek not fancy's glittering height, The gathering clouds of sense dispel, In heavenly places make me dwell, While treading earthly ground. |