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And consecrated palaces of mind !
The twilight hastens onCome, let us watch from this enamelled bank For the first star. Shadows are sailing fast Over the silent valleys, and the birds Fly in strange order towards to-morrow's dawn! Thy cheek, young student, hath a healthier hue; Thy step is more elastic. It were well
That thou didst often wander from the crowd,
Philadelphia, May 20, 1829.
BY N. P. WILLIS, ESQ.
My birth-day! As the day comes round,
I'm twenty-two;- I’m twenty-two,—they gaily give me
joy, As if I should be glad to hear that I was less a boy ; They do not know how carelessly their words have given
pain To one, whose heart would leap to be a happy boy again!
A change has o'er my spirit passed, my mirthful hours
are few, The light is all departed now my early feelings knew; I used to love the morning grey, the twilight's quiet
deep, But now, like shadows on the sea, upon my thoughts they creep.
And love was as a holy star when this brief year was
young, And my whole worship of the sky on one sweet ray was
fung; But worldly things have come between, and shut it from
my sight, And though that star shines purely yet, I mourn its
IV. And fame!--I bent to it my knee, and bowed to it my
brow, And it is like a coal upon my living spirit now; But when I prayed for fire from Heaven to touch the soul,
I bowed, I little thought the lightning flash would come in such a
Ye give me joy! Is it because another year has fled ? That I am farther from my youth, and nearer to the
dead ? Is it that manhood's cares are come,- my happy boy
hood o’er, Because the visions I have loved, will visit me no more!
Oh wherefore give me joy, when I can smile no welcome
back? I've found no flower, and seen no light, on manhood's
weary track: My love is deep-ambition deep-and heart and mind
will on, But love is fainting by the way, and fame consumes ere
won ! Philadelphia, May 2, 1829.
BY JOHN BOWRING, ESQ.
The saddest scene of sadness is the fall