Or if our race were perfect, as at first,

And ne'er with fell disease, and death accurst—

Immortal, blissful, heavenly, pure, and good,

As Adam rose beneath the hand of God

Suppose a being perfect thus to be,

And plac'd on earth—what mutual sympathy
Could e'er exist between his deathless soul,
And withering nature under death's control?
What soothing feeling could the sad decay
Of Autumn to his perfect soul convey?
Ah none! the sadness of the dying year,
The falling leaf, so wither'd, wan, and sear,
The hollow blast, and dismal sounding gale,
That o'er dead Autumn moans in funeral wail,
The mournful breeze that weeps the dying day,
The weeping voice of waters as they stray,
The coming on of pensive twilight-hour,

Her plaintive spirit's sad, but soothing pow'r,
And Winter's melancholy reign profound,

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On earth sweet peace, good will toward mankind”The invitation is for all design'd

O! hear sweet Mercy's voice-" Come unto me

All ye that labour, and sore burden'd be,

With sin, and guilt, and woe's sad load opprestCome unto me, and I will give you rest;

O! learn of me, my yoke upon ye take,

For I in heart am lowly, pure, and meek,

And then your souls shall rest in calm delight—

My yoke is easy, and my burden light."

WRITTEN AT THE SEA SIDE,

AT AN EARLY AGE.

TING'D by the setting Orb of day,

The expanse of Ocean glows,

While to the shore its sparkling tide
With gentle murmur flows:

Tow'ring above their watery bed,

The cliffs majestic rise,

The sea-bird, screaming o'er the deep,

On soaring pinion flies:

The distant sail, now gliding by,

Reflects the evening ray,

Borne gently o'er the azure waves,

STANZAS,

WRITTEN AT AN EARLY AGE.

WHEN I think of the days that are past, Of the joys that are left far behind, What sorrow possesses my heart!

What anguish steals over my mind!

Too soon the bright visions of youth, Which Fancy e'en pictur'd the while, Now fade before certainty's truth,

And, delusive, no more shall beguile :

For joy, disappointment, and care,

By turns have oft chequer'd the scene,

Have rais'd high the spirits in air,

Or depress'd them as quickly again: