FAREWELL. FAREWELL! if ever fondest prayer For other's weal availed on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky. 'Twere vain to speak, to weep, to sigh : Oh! more than tears of blood can tell, When wrung from guilt's expiring eye, Are in that word-Farewell!-Farewell! These lips are mute, these eyes are dry; pangs that pass not by, The thought that ne'er shall sleep again. My soul nor deigns nor dares complain, Though grief and passion there rebel; I only know we loved in vainI only feel-Farewell! Farewell! TO A YOUTHFUL FRIEND. FEW Few years have passed since thou and I Preserved our feelings long the same. But now, like me, too well thou know'st And those who once have loved the most, And such the change the heart displays, If so, it never shall be mine To mourn the loss of such a heart; The fault was Nature's fault, not thine, Which made thee fickle as thou art. As rolls the Ocean's changing tide, It boots not, that together bred, **** And when we bid adieu to youth, Ah! joyous season! when the mind Not so in man's maturer years, With fools in kindred vice the same, Such is the common lot of man : claim Can we then 'scape from folly free? Can we reverse the general plan, Nor be what all in turn must be? No, for myself, so dark my fate Put thou, with spirit frail and light, Alas! whenever folly calls Where parasites and princes meet, (For cherished first in royal halls, The welcome vices kindly greet), E'en now thou'rt nightly seen to add To join the vain and court the proud. There dost thou glide from fair to fair, That taint the flowers they scarcely taste. But say, what nymph will prize the flame To flit along from dame to dame, What friend for thee, howe'er inclined, For friendship every fool may share? In time forbear; amidst the throng No more so idly pass along : Be something, any thing, but-mean. TO SAMUEL ROGERS, ESQ. ABSENT or present, still to thee, My friend, what magic spells belong! As all can tell, who share, like me, In turu thy converse, and thy song. By friendship ever deemed too nigh, Thy homage offered at her shrine, And blend, while Ages roll away, Her name immortally with thine! April 19th, 1812. ON A CORNELIAN HEART WHICH WAS BROKEN. ILL-FATED Heart! and can it be That thou should'st thus be rent in twain? Have years of care for thine and thee Yet precious seems each shattered part, |