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Then forward let us dart our sight

Beyond the forms by Fancy brought; Nor sink within the double night

Of helpless age and gloomy thought. Together let us stem the tide,

On Hope's light bark in triumph borne; And mark, rejoicing, as we glide

Through night, the effulgent rays of morn. Together let us break the force,

With Hope, our guardian and our friend, Of ills combined to check our course,

Or blackening clouds that veil its end. With philosophic calm, the fate

Be ours, to meet our final doom; While she expands yon orient gate,

And points at scenes beyond the tomb!

DR. OGILVIE.

A REFLECTION AT SEA.

SEE how, beneath the moonbeam's smile,

Yon little billow heaves its breast, And foams and sparkles for a while,

And murmuring then subsides the rest.
Thus man, the sport of bliss and care,

Rises on Time's eventful sea;
And, having swell’d a moment there,
Thus melts into eternity!

T. MOORE. THE WISH.

How short is life's uncertain space!

Alas! how quickly done!
How swift the wild precarious chase!
And yet how difficult the race!

How very hard to run!
Youth stops at first its wilful ears

To Wisdom's prudent voice;
Till now arrived to riper years,
Experienced Age worn out with cares

Repents its earlier choice.
What though its prospects now appear

So pleasing and refined;
Yet groundless hope and anxious fear
By turns the busy moments share,

And prey upon the mind.
Since then false joys our fancy cheat

With hopes of real bliss ;
Ye guardian powers that rule my fate,
The only wish that I create

Is all comprised in this,
May I through life's uncertain tide

Be still from pain exempt;
May all my wants be still supplied,
My state too low to admit of pride,

And yet above contempt.
But should your Providence divine

A greater bliss intend,
May all those blessings you design
(If e'er those blessings shall be mine)
Be centred in a friend.

MERRICK.

TO A BOY WITH A WATCH. Is it not sweet, beloved youth!

To rove through Erudition's bowers, And cull the golden fruits of Truth,

And gather Fancy's golden flowers ? And is it not more sweet than this,

To feel thy parents' hearts approving, And pay them back in sums of bliss

The dear, the endless debt of loving ?
It must be so to thee, my youth;

With this idea toil is lighter;
This sweetens all the fruits of Truth,

And makes the flowers of Fancy brighter! The little gift we send thee, boy,

May sometimes teach thy soul to ponder, If indolence or siren joy

Should ever tempt thy soul to wander. 'Twill tell thee that the winged day

Can ne'er be chain'd by man's endeavour; That life and time shall fade away, While heaven and virtue bloom for ever !

T. MOORE.

A CATHOLIC HYMN.

OPINION rules the human state,

And domineers in every land: Shall sea or mountain separate

Whom God hath join'd in Nature's band ? Dwell they far off, or dwell they near, They're all my father's children dear.

Lend me the bright wings of the morn,

That I from hence may take my flight From Cancer unto Capricorn,

Far swifter than the lamp of night :
Where'er my winged soul doth ily
All's fair and lovely in mine eye.
Features and colours of the hair,

These all do meet in harmony;
The black, the brown, the red, the fair,

All tinctures of variety :
In single simple love alone
These various colours are but one.
In the phlegmatic I sweetness find,

The melancholy, grave, and wise ;
The sanguine, merry to my mind;

From choler flames of love arise :
In single simple love alone
All these complexions are but one.
The nightingale doth never say

(Though he be king of melody) Unto the cuckoo or the jay,

Why sing you not so sweet as I? Each tunes his harp in love alone These various notes are all but one.

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With open arms let me embrace

The Heathen, Christian, Turk, or Jew,
The lovely and deformed face,

The sober and the jovial crew.
In single simple love alone
All forms and features are but one.

ANONYMOUS,

STUDIES BY THE SEA.

Ah! wherefore do the incurious say,

That this stupendous ocean wide
No change presents from day to day,

Save only the alternate tide;
Or save when gales of summer glide

Across the lightly crisped wave;
Or when against the cliff's rough side,

As equinoctial tempests rave,
It wildly bursts, o'erwhelms the deluged strand,
Tears down its bounds, and desolates the land ?
He who with more inquiring eyes

Doth this extensive scene survey
Beholds innumerous changes rise,

As various winds its surface sway;
Now o’er its heaving bosom play

Small sparkling waves of silvery gleam;
And as they lightly glide away

Illume with fluctuating beam
The deepening surge, green as the dewy corn
That undulates in April's breezy morn.
The far off waters then assume

A glowing amethystine shade,
That changing like the peacock’s plume

Seems in celestial blue to fade;
Or paler, colder hues of lead,

As lurid vapours float on high,
Along the ruffling billows spread,

While darkling lours the threatening sky; And the small scatter'd barks, with outspread

shrouds, Catch the long gleams that fall beneath the clouds.

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