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These are words of deeper sorrow
Than the wail above the dead;
Wake us from a widowed bed.
When our child's first accents flow,
Though his care she must forego ? When her little hands shall press thee,
When her lip to thine is pressed Think of him whose prayer shall bless thee,
Think of him thy love had blessed! Should her lineaments resemble
Those thou never more mayest see,
With a pulse yet true to me.
All my madness none can know;
Wither, yet with thee they go.
Pride, which not a world could bow,
soul forsakes me now: But 't is done - all words are idle
Words from me are vainer still: But the thoughts we cannot bridle
Force their way without the will.-
Torn from every nearer tie,
More than this I scarce can die.
PLEASANT were many scenes, but most to me The solitude of vast extent, untouched By hand of art, where nature sowed herself, And reaped her crops; whose garments were the clouds; Whose minstrels brooks; whose lamps the moon and stars; Whose organ-choir the voice of many waters; Whose banquets morning dews; whose heroes storms; Whose warriors mighty winds; whose lovers flowers ; Whose orators the thunderbolts of God; Whose palaces the everlasting hills; Whose ceiling heaven's unfathomable blue; And from whose rocky turrets battled high Prospect immense spread out on all sides round, Lost now beneath the welkin and the main, Now walled with hills that slept above the storm. Most fit was such a place for musing men, Happiest sometimes when musing without aim. It was, indeed, a wondrous sort of bliss The lonely bard enjoyed when forth he walked, Unpurposed; stood, and knew not why; sat down, And knew not where; arose, and knew not when; Had eyes, and saw not; ears, and nothing heard ; And nought — sought neither heaven nor earth — sought nought; Nor meant to think; but ran meantime through vast Of visionary things, fairer than aught That was; and saw the distant tops of thoughts, Which men of common stature never saw.
(1771 - still living.)
NIGHT is the time for rest;
How sweet, when labours close,
The curtain of repose,
Night is the time for dreams;
The gay romance of life,
· Blend in fantastic strife;
Night is the time to weep;
To wet with unseen tears Those graves
memory where sleep
Night is the time to watch;
On ocean's dark expanse To hail the Pleiades, or catch
The full moon's earliest glance,
That brings unto the home-sick mind
Night is the time for care;
Brooding on hours misspent,
Come to our lonely tent;
Night is the time to muse;
Then from the eye the soul
Beyond the starry pole,
Night is the time to pray;
Our Saviour oft withdrew
So will his followers do;
Night is the time for death;
When all around is peace, Calmly to yield the weary breath,
From sin and suffering cease: Think of heaven's bliss, and give the sign To parting friends - such death be mine :
There is a land, of every land the pride, Beloved by heaven o'er all the world beside; Where brighter suns dispense serener light, And milder moons emparadise the night; A land of beauty, virtue, valour, truth, Time-tutored age, and love-exalted youth: The wandering mariner, whose eye explores The wealthiest isles, the most enchanting shores, Views not a realm so bountiful and fair, Nor breathes the spirit of a purer air; In every cline the magnet of his soul, Touched by remembrance, trembles to that pole ; For in this land of heaven's peculiar grace, The heritage of nature's noblest race, There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest, Where man, creation's tyrant, casts aside His sword and sceptre, pageantry and pride, While in his softened looks benignly blend The sire, the son, the husband, brother, friend; Here woman reigns; the mother, daughter, wife, Strew with fresh flowers the narrow way of life! In the clear heaven of her delightful eye, An angel-guard of loves and graces lie; Around her knees domestic duties meet, And fireside pleasures gambol at her feet. Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found ! Art thou a man? -a patriot? — look around; O, thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam, That land thy country, and that spot thy home!