CHARITY IN THOUGHT.

Ο praise men as good, and to take them for

To such,

Is a grace, which no soul can mete out to a tittle;— Of which he who has not a little too much,

Will by Charity's gage surely have much too little.

HUMILITY THE MOTHER OF CHARITY.

RAIL creatures are we all! To be the best,
Is but the fewest faults to have :-

FR

Look thou then to thyself, and leave the rest
To God, thy conscience, and the grave.

ON AN INFANT

WHICH DIED BEFORE BAPTISM.

OE, rather than be called, a child of God,"

"BE

Death whispered!—with assenting nod,

Its head upon its mother's breast,

The Baby bowed, without demur

Of the kingdom of the Blest

Possessor, not inheritor.

ON BERKELEY AND FLORENCE
COLERIDGE.

WHO DIED ON the 16th. of JANUARY, 1834.1

FRAIL, as sweet! twin buds, too rathe to bear
The Winter's unkind air;

O gifts beyond all price, no sooner given
Than straight required by Heaven;
Matched jewels, vainly for a moment lent
To deck my brow, or sent

Untainted from the earth, as Christ's, to soar
And add two spirits more

To that dread band seraphic, that doth lie
Beneath the Almighty's eye;—

Glorious the thought-yet ah! my babes, ah! still
A father's heart ye fill;

Though cold ye lie in earth-though gentle death Hath suck'd your balmy breath,

And the last kiss which your fair cheeks I gave Is buried in yon grave.

No tears-no tears—I wish them not again;

To die for them was gain,

Ere Doubt, or Fear, or Woe, or act of Sin
Had marred God's light within.

PSYCHE.

HE butterfly the ancient Grecians made

TH

The soul's fair emblem, and its only name

But of the soul, escaped the slavish trade
Of mortal life!-For in this earthly frame

1 By a friend.

Our's is the reptile's lot, much toil, much blame, Manifold motions making little speed,

And to deform and kill the things whereon we feed.

1808.

LOVE, HOPE, AND PATIENCE IN

Ο

EDUCATION.

'ER wayward childhood would'st thou hold firm rule,

And sun thee in the light of happy faces;

Love, Hope, and Patience, these must be thy graces,
And in thine own heart let them first keep school.
For as old Atlas on his broad neck places
Heaven's starry globe, and there sustains it,—so
Do these upbear the little world below

Of Education,-Patience, Love, and Hope.
Methinks, I see them grouped, in seemly show,
The straitened arms upraised, the palms aslope,
And robes that, touching as adown they flow,
Distinctly blend, like snow embossed in snow.
O part them never! If Hope prostrate lie,
Love too will sink and die.

But Love is subtle, and doth proof derive
From her own life that Hope is yet alive;
And bending o'er with soul-transfusing eyes,
And the soft murmurs of the mother dove,
Woos back the fleeting spirit and half-supplies;—
Thus Love repays to Hope what Hope first gave to
Yet haply there will come a weary day,
When overtasked at length
Both Love and Hope beneath the load give way.
Then with a statue's smile, a statue's strength,
Stands the mute sister, Patience, nothing loth,
And both supporting does the work of both.

A A

[Love.

E colo descendit γνῶθι σεαυτὸν.—Juvenal.

Γνῶθι σεαυτὸν !—and is this the prime
And heaven-sprung adage of the olden time!—
Say, canst thou make thyself?-Learn first that
trade;

Haply thou mayst know what thyself had made.
What hast thou, Man, that thou dar'st call thine

own?

What is there in thee, Man, that can be known ?-
Dark fluxion, all unfixable by thought,

A phantom dim of past and future wrought,
Vain sister of the worm,-life, death, soul, clod-
Ignore thyself, and strive to know thy God!

"G

Beareth all things.-2 Cor. xiii. 7.

ENTLY I took that which ungently came,"
And without scorn forgave;-Do thou the

same.

A wrong done to thee think a cat's eye spark

Thou wouldst not see, were not thine own heart dark.
Thy own keen sense of wrong that thirsts for sin,
Fear that the spark self-kindled from within,
Which blown upon will blind thee with its glare,
Or smothered stifle thee with noisome air.
Clap on the extinguisher, pull up the blinds,
And soon the ventilated spirit finds
Its natural daylight. If a foe have kenned,
Or worse than foe, an alienated friend,
A rib of dry rot in thy ship's stout side,
Think it God's message, and in humble pride
With heart of oak replace it ;-thine the gains-
Give him the rotten timber for his pains!

COMPLAINT.

OW seldom, Friend! a good great man inherits

It sounds like stories from the land of spirits,
If any man obtain that which he merits,

Or

any

merit that which he obtains.

REPROOF.

FOR shame, dear Friend! renounce this canting strain !

What wouldst thou have a good great man obtain ?
Place-titles-salary-a gilded chain-

Or throne of corses which his sword hath slain?-
Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends!
Hath he not always treasures, always friends,
The good great man?—three treasures, love and
light,

And calm thoughts, regular as infant's breath ;-
And three firm friends, more sure than day and

night

Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death.

WHAT IS LIFE?

1809.

R

ESEMBLES life what once was deemed of
Too ample in itself for human sight? [light,

An absolute self-an element ungrounded

All that we see, all colours of all shade

Is

By encroach of darkness made?— very life by consciousness unbounded? And all the thoughts, pains, joys of mortal breath, A war-embrace of wrestling life and death?

1829.