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Of hallowed joys, and stings the wounded thought
With social hours we ne'er must share again!
Ab ! ruthless blow, unceremonious fate, . Which swept from earth my boasted hope so
soon, Who bright that morning smiled with soul elate,
But like the flower lay withered long ere noon !
Through life his memory in mine shall bloom,
His moral worth my mournful lays inspire, Which oft this saddened bosom would illume,
And wake to ecstasy my humble lyre.
Acute in feeling, in affection pure,
Immutable in Virtue's noble cause; Religion’s unassuming ornature,
A living incarnation of her laws.
In God, ah ! blessed he indeed who dies !
Secure, serene, though on another coast ?
All hail ! that glorious, that auspicious morn,
The seed immortal shall resign its clay, His cell the captive, with exulting, scorn
All troubles, tears for ever washed away!
Then shall he “bask in uncreated rays,"
And share unmingled pleasures ever new, And strike the golden lyre in endless praise
In concert with the chosen, faithful few.
THE FRIENDLY WISH.
EPIFE of my life, my joy and pleasure,
Genial sunshine of the heart; The gift of Heaven, O hallowed treasure !
Time nor death shall e'er us part.
For O the golden ties that bind us
Bear the stamp and seal divine !
As they never know decline.
Ah! what those joys and glowing feelings
Soul-united friends inspire,
Of the burning seraph's fire ?
And now, my friend of tried affection,
Ever faithful and sincere,
Graced by all that can endear,
List to the warmest benediction
Of a friend sincere and true, Regard it as the heart's conviction
Which for ever glows for you.
May Heaven be with thee while pursuing
Through life's wilderness thy way, The manna of His grace renewing,
Proving still thy friend and stay.
May health, and happiness, and honour,
Peace and plenty, wait on thee;
Shower all other blessings free!
As dews refresh the lovely fower,
And brighten up its native bloom, So may untainted virtue's power
Thy soul refresh and heart illume !
May knowledge, wisdom, truth, and favour,
Overflowing and divine,
And on thee for ever shine!
Last, when thy wand'rings are completed
Through this vale of care and woe, By seraphs may thy soul be greeted
Where the living waters flow!
There may you live, and share for ever
Bliss secured beyond decay,
'Mid the scenes of endless day!
PARODY ON THE BURIAL OF
SIR JOHN MOORE.
W OT a sound was heard, but laughter and mirth,
As drunk to his cell him we carried,
But wished the poor devil was married.
On the floor we stretched him at dead of night,
The straw with our feet overturning; By the clear shining beams of the cheerful gas-light,
Since the “gloaming” full cock he'd left burning.
No nightcap encircled his timeworn brows,
Nor in sheet nor in blanket we wound him; But he lay like Silenus taking his snooze,
With his worthy disciples around him.
For the “ British ” we cursed his unquenchable love,
As life of his life was the bottle;
We saw that such folly his ruin would prove,
And swore he should join the Teetotal.
We thought as we tossed up his lonely, cold bed,
What our heroes we left would be thinking; That soon will they trumpet the scandal, and spread
The shame of such merciless drinking.
How many the laurels will wrench from his name,
Unsparing insult, and upbraid him; But what needs he care, self-damned is his fame,
For low has the “enemy” laid him.
We finished our task as the clock had struck one,
And thought it high time for retiring; By the clamour we heard the new-year had begun,
For all was the “spirit” inspiring.
Then gladly, at length, we bade him farewell,
All snuffy, and filthy, and gory;
That we left him alone in his glory.