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What joys ecstatic must thou there inherit,
Buoyant and free, from age to age aspiring,
Oh bliss unmingled beyond bounds or measure !
TO A SNOWDROP.
G GAIN the opening year I sing,
Hail, lovely harbinger of Spring ! Emerging from thy tomb again, Precursor of the floral train, Thou seem'st impatient of delay, Come, welcome stranger, come away. Thy spotless robes of snowy white, How doubly grateful to the sight! What intellect, what art, and power Are miniatured in thee, sweet flower, To all proclaiming, as they shine, An Artist glorious and divine ? Unlike the rude attempts of man, The closer we thy structure scan, The more thy symmetry and grace, And native loveliness, we trace, And feel the soul instinctive rise With admiration and surprise At thy revival from the dust, O hallowed emblem of the just ! In robes unborrowed though attired, And by no toil of thine acquired. Yet, ah ! fair gem, thy charms deride The garish glare of human pride: And how obscure thou lov'st to bloom, With drooping head, here o'er thy tomb!
Young, unassuming modest birth,
A FEW SHORT YEARS.
G FEW short years, and then,
As dew-drops from the spray, · So from the ranks of men, .
Anon, we pass away.
Bright type of our career,
See yon Ephemera play: How brief our flutter here,
Born but to pass away.
What matters here our lote
A crown, or crust, to-day: To-morrow, gone, forgot,
Doomed but to pass away.
Though thorns our path bestrew,
As here we onward stray,
'Tis but to pass away.
What honour, fame, and power
The gewgaws that betray
That dream like pass away,
Thus shadows of a shade,
And like us pass away.
The gems that mock decay,
Shall never pass away.
But ever fresh diffuse
Sweet fragrance, and display.
Where beams eternal day.
HOME RECOLLECTIONS OF A
"Oh ever thus, since childhood's hour,
I never loved a tree or flower,
I never nursed a young gazelle,
To glad me with its soft black eye;
And love me, it was sure to die.”
G LONE! thrice welcome now, devout Reflection,
My weary soul with gladness bids thee, hail; Her nurse benign, and succour in dejection,
When hopes but mock, and fairest prospects fail;