FORGIVENESS. WHEN on the fragrant Sandal tree E'en on the edge that wrought her death, Peace to her foes, and love to all. How hardly Man this lesson learns, To smile, and bless the hand that spurns; To see the blow, and feel the pain, But render only Love again! This spirit not to earth is given; One had it but He came from Heav'n; Reviled, rejected, and betrayed, No curse He breathed, no plaint He made; James Edmeston. THE LILY How withered, perished seems the form The careless eye can find no grace, Yet in that bulb, those sapless scales, Til vernal suns and vernal gales Shall kiss once more her pregnant breast. Yes, hide beneath the mouldering heap Oh! many a stormy night shall close THE LILY. And Ignorance, with sceptic eye, Hope's patient smile shall wondering view; Or mock her fond credulity, As her soft tears the spot bedew. Sweet smile of hope, delicious tear! And Nature bid her blossoms bloom. And thou, O Virgin Queen of Spring! Unfold thy robes of purest white, In the mild breeze unfetter'd wave. So Faith shall seek the lowly dust, And watch with patient, cheerful eye; And bear the long, cold, wintry night, Mary Tighe THERE was an eye, whose partial glance Could ne'er my numerous failings see; There was an ear that heard untired What others spoke in praise of me. A LAMENT. There was a heart time only taught There was a lip which always breathed, There was a mind whose vigorous power There was a love, which for my weal Which wept, which pray'd, for me, and sought That eye is closed, and deaf that ear, That lip and voice are mute for ever; And cold that heart of anxious love, And lost to me that ardent mind, Which loved my various tastes to see; Now I unloved, uncheer'd, alone, O Thou! who from Thy throne on high, |