Now faded, forlorn, scarce the wreck of its charms Remain e'en for fancy's renewing; Its branches are bare, and exposed are its thorns, And it lays the pale victim of ruin . Discontent is the mildew that fades on the mind, 'That robs the warm cheek of its roses; That cankers the breast of the rude or refined, 'Tis a wizard, whose touch withers beauty away, True Love. Young. CELESTIAL happiness! where'er she stoops Virtue alone entenders us for life; I wrong her much eutenders us for ever. Resignation. Bernard Barton, Esq. IN night's dull watches, dark and drear, In bleak December's cheerless reign But can we by the darksome grave Oh! doubt it not, night ushers day: Then shall the grave restore its dead, Then they, who meekly kiss'd the rod Shall bow in thankfulness to God Most for what seem'd severe. From the Amethyst for 1833. The Gate-keeper's Daughter. No traveller pass'd either early or late, The rich man and poor man admired with delight I then too was young, and was buoyant in soul! I went th' other day: - still the white bar was there; I thought that the country look'd desert and bare, I inquired of a peasant, who journey'd that way, grey head: He spoke not a word -- but I knew he would say The World. THE world is bright before thee, Thy bosom pleasure's shrine: There is a song of sorrow, The death-dirge of the gay, That tells ere dawn of morrow, The charm may melt away; The sun's bright beam be shaded, That sky be blue no more, The summer-flowers be faded, And youth's warm promise o'er. Believe it not, though lonely Thy evening home may be, That beauty's bark can only Float on a summer's sea; Though time thy bloom is stealing, There's still beyond his art, The wild-flower wreath of feeling, The sunbeam of the heart! Affection Changed. By the friends we have lost, by the smile we can never Again in life's loveliness view, By the ties of attachment death only could sever By the tears we have shed o'er the tomb of the cherish'd, Let us still give a sigh to the hope that has perish'd, Oh! still as the circle of social affection Of some valued heart is bereft, While we treasure through life their beloved recollection, Let us cling to the few that are left: Down our cheek while the tear-drop of anguish is stealing, To view the sad glance of reciprocal feeling Oh! this is the charm which shall brighten to-morrow 'Tis the pilot who steadies our vessel of sorrow, That bark has no pilot to steer, That star, beaming bright from the portals of heaven, Shall bid us seek fortitude there. D |