Yet as the dark and muddy tide, Flows in a clear and happy course; Our shame, in thee our sorrows cease! And thy pure course will then extend, In floods of joy, o'er vales of peace. O! by the God who loves to spare, Deny me not the boon I crave : Let this loved child your mercy share, And let me find a peaceful grave; Make her yet spotless soul your care, And let my sins their portion have; Her for a better fate prepare, And punish whom 't were sin to save! MAGISTRATE. Recall the word, renounce the thought, Command thy heart and bend thy knee; There is to all a pardon brought, A ransom rich, assured, and free; "T is full when found, 't is found if sought; O! seek it, till 't is sealed to thee. VAGRANT. But how my pardon shall I know? MAGISTRATE. By feeling dread that 't is not sent, By suffering what thou canst not show, Yet showing how thine heart is rent, Till thou canst feel thy bosom glow, And say, 'My Saviour, I repent!' Psalm of Praise for November. LONGFELLOW'S "THANKSGIVING." WHEN first, in ancient time, from Jubal's tongue The tuneful anthem filled the morning air, To sacred hymnings and elysian song His music-breathing shell the minstrel woke. Devotion breathed aloud from every chord :— The voice of praise was heard in every tone, And prayer, and thanks to Him, the Eternal One, To Him, that with bright inspiration touched The high and gifted lyre of heavenly song, And warmed the soul with new vitality. A stirring energy through nature breathed: The voice of adoration from her broke, Swelling aloud in every breeze, and heard Long in the sullen waterfall, what time Soft Spring or hoary Autumn threw on earth Its bloom or blighting, when the Summer smiled, And to the wandering wind the green sedge bent, That, wrapt in darkness, moved upon its face. And have our hearts grown cold? Are there on earth And him, that in the nightfall of his years WINTER-DECEMBER. THOMSON'S "WINTER." The subject proposed ARGUMENT. Address to the Earl of Wilmington. First approach of Winter. According to the natural course of the season, various storms described. Rain. Wind. Snow. The driving of the snows; a man perishing among them; whence reflections on the wants and miseries of human life. The wolves descending from the Alps and Apennines. A winter evening described; as spent by philosophers; by the country people; in the city. Frost. A view of Winter within the polar circle. A thaw. The whole concluding with moral reflections on a future state. WINTER; ITS HORRORS.- SNOW. [theme, SEE, Winter comes, to rule the varied year, Sullen and sad, with all his rising train, Vapors, and clouds, and storms. Be these my These! that exalt the soul to solemn thought, And heavenly musing. Welcome, kindred glooms! Congenial horrors, hail! with frequent foot, Pleased have I, in my cheerful morn of life, When nursed by careless Solitude I lived, And sung of Nature with unceasing joy, Pleased have I wandered through your rough doTrod the pure virgin-snows, myself as pure; Heard the winds roar, and the big torrent burst; [main; Or seen the deep-fermenting tempest brewed COMPLIMENTS TO THE EARL OF WILMINGTON. To thee, the patron of her first essay, The Muse, O Wilmington! renews her song. Since has she rounded the revolving year : Skimmed the gay Spring; on eagle pinions borne, Attempted through the Summer blaze to rise; Then swept o'er Autumn with the shadowy gale; And now among the Wintry clouds again, Rolled in the doubling storm, she tries to soar ; To swell her note with all the rushing winds; To suit her sounding cadence to the floods; As is her theme, her numbers wildly great: Thrice happy could she fill thy judging ear With bold description, and with manly thought. Nor art thou skilled in awful schemes alone, And how to make a mighty people thrive; But equal goodness, sound integrity, A firm, unshaken, uncorrupted soul Amid a sliding age, and burning strong, Not vainly blazing, for thy country's weal, A steady spirit regularly free; SUNLIGHT IN DECEMBER. THE DISMAL DAY DECLINING INTO Now when the cheerless empire of the sky To Capricorn the Centaur Archer yields, And fierce Aquarius stains th' inverted year; Hung o'er the furthest verge of heaven, the sun Scarce spreads through ether the dejected day. Faint are his gleams, and ineffectual shoot His struggling rays, in horizontal lines, Through the thick air; as clothed in cloudy storm, Weak, wan, and broad, he skirts the southern sky; And, soon descending, to the long dark night, Wide-shading all, the prostrate world resigns. Nor is the night unwished; while vital heat, Light, life, and joy, the dubious day forsake. Meantime, in sable cincture, shadows vast, Deep-tinged and damp, and congregated clouds, And all the vapory turbulence of heaven, Involve the face of things. THE MELANCHOLY OF WINTER. DISCONSOLATE LOOK OF A heavy gloom oppressive o'er the world, A WINTER RAIN-STORM; THE PLAIN DELUGED; EFFECTS ON The crested cock, with all his female train, THE RIVER SWOLLEN BY THE WINTER RAINS. — THE FRESHET. Wide o'er the brim, with many a torrent swelled, And the mixed ruin of its banks o'erspread, At last the roused-up river pours along : Resistless, roaring, dreadful, down it comes From the rude mountain, and the mossy wild, Tumbling through rocks abrupt, and sounding far; Then o'er the sanded valley floating spreads, Calm, sluggish, silent; till again, constrained Between two meeting hills, it bursts away, Where rocks and woods o'erhang the turbid stream; There gathering triple force, rapid, and deep, It boils, and wheels, and foams, and thunders through. APOSTROPHE TO THE GRANDEURS OF NATURE; WINDS. Nature! great parent! whose unceasing hand To swell the brooding terrors of the storm? THE WINTER TEMPEST. SIGNS OF ITS APPROACH; SUN; When from the pallid sky the sun descends, With many a spot, that o'er his glaring orb Uncertain wanders, stained; red fiery streaks Begin to flush around. The reeling clouds Stagger with dizzy poise, as doubting yet Which master to obey; while rising slow, Blank in the leaden-colored east, the moon Wears a wan circle round her blunted horns. Seen through the turbid fluctuating air, The stars obtuse emit a shivered ray; Or frequent seem to shoot athwart the gloom, And long behind them trail the whitening blaze. Snatched in short eddies, plays the withered leaf; And on the flood the dancing feather floats. With broadened nostrils to the sky upturned, The conscious heifer snuffs the stormy gale. E'en as the matron, at her nightly task, With pensive labor draws the flaxen thread, The wasted taper and the crackling flame Foretell the blast. SIGNS OF A COMING TEMPEST AMONG THE BIRDS. ROOKS ; OWL CORMORANT; HERN; SEA-FOWL. SIGNS FROM THE SEA-SHORE. But chief the plumy race, The tenants of the sky, its changes speak. Retiring from the downs, where all day long THE WINTER TEMPEST ON THE OCEAN. THE BALTIC.- Then issues forth the storm with sudden burst, And hurls the whole precipitated air Down in a torrent. On the passive main Descends th' ethereal force, and with strong gust Turns from its bottom the discolored deep. Through the black night that sits immense around, Lashed into foam, the fierce conflicting brine Seems o'er a thousand raging waves to burn : Meantime the mountain-billows, to the clouds In dreadful tumult swelled, surge above surge, Burst into chaos with tremendous roar, And anchored navies from their stations drive, Wild as the winds, across the howling waste Of mighty waters: now th' inflated wave Straining they scale, and now impetuous shoot Into the secret chambers of the deep, The wintry Baltic thundering o'er their head. Emerging thence again, before the breath Of full-exerted heaven they wing their course, And dart on distant coasts; if some sharp rock, Or shoal insidious, break not their career, And in loose fragments fling them floating round. THE WINTER TEMPEST ON LAND. ITS EFFECT ON TREES, ETC. THE SUCCEEDING CALM. Nor less on land the loosened tempest reigns. Thus struggling through the dissipated grove, That, uttered by the Demon of the night, WINTER-MIDNIGHT.CONTEMPLATION. As yet 't is midnight deep. The weary clouds, Slow-meeting, mingle into solid gloom. Now, while the drowsy world lies lost in sleep, Let me associate with the serious Night, And Contemplation, her sedate compeer; Let me shake off th' intrusive cares of day, And lay the meddling senses all aside. VANITY OF HUMAN PURSUITS. Where now, ye lying vanities of life! Ye ever-tempting, ever-cheating train! Where are you now? and what is your amount? Vexation, disappointment, and remorse. Sad, sickening thought! and yet deluded man, A scene of crude disjointed visions passed, And broken slumbers, rises still resolved, With new-flushed hopes, to run the giddy round. PRAYER FOR VIRTUE. Father of light and life! thou Good Supreme! O teach me what is good! teach me Thyself! Save me from folly, vanity, and vice, From every low pursuit! and feed my soul With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue pure ; Sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss! THE SNOW-STORM. THE FIELDS; THE OX; BIRDS. The keener tempests rise and fuming dun From all the livid east, or piercing north, Thick clouds ascend; in whose capacious womb A vapory deluge lies, to snow congealed; Heavy they roll their fleecy world along, And the sky saddens with the gathered storm. Through the hushed air the whitening shower descends, At first thin wavering; till at last the flakes THE ROBIN RED-BREAST IN A SNOW-STORM; THE HARE; SHEEP. One alone, The red-breast, sacred to the household gods, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is : CARE OF FLOCKS IN WINTER. Now, shepherds, to your helpless charge be kind, Baffle the raging year, and fill their pens With food at will; lodge them below the storm, And watch them strict; for from the bellowing east, In this dire season, oft the whirlwind's wing Sweeps up the burden of whole wintry plains At one wide waft, and o'er the hapless flocks, Hid in the hollow of two neighboring hills, The billowy tempest whelms; till, upward urged, The valley to a shining mountain swells, Tipped with a wreath high-curling in the sky. THE WAYFARER LOST IN THE SNOW.HIS WRETCHED FATE; HOME WIFE; CHILDREN; FRIENDS. As thus the snows arise; and foul, and fierce, Rush on his nerves, and call their vigor forth Then throng the busy shapes into his mind A dire descent! beyond the power of frost; Of faithless bogs; of precipices huge, Smoothed up with snow; and what is land unknown, What water of the still unfrozen spring, In the loose marsh or solitary lake, Where the fresh fountain from the bottom boils. INDIFFERENCE OF PLEASURE-SEEKERS TO HUMAN MISERY.- Ah! little think the gay licentious proud, Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround; They who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth, And wanton, often cruel, riot waste; Ah! little think they, while they dance along, How many sink in the devouring flood, GOOD EFFECTS OF SYMPATHY. Thought fond man Of these, and all the thousand nameless ills, That one incessant struggle render life One scene of toil, of suffering, and of fate, |