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Not seldom is the soul depressed
Whilst tearless is the eye;
For there are woes that wring the breast
Sorrows that do not fade with years,
Rankle eternally !—
TO A POETICAL FRIEND.
Be not over exquisite
To cast the fashion of uncertain evils;
For, grant they be so, while they rest unknown,
Why need a man forestall his date of grief,
And run to meet what he would most avoid?
ALL hail, dear friend!--The winds are singing
The year's wild requiem, fitfully;
And Autumn, now, is swiftly winging
Her golden flight, o'er the heaving sea, To some lovelier clime than this :-in sadness Of heart, I gaze on her farewell beam;— But away! This strain shall be one of gladness! I'll startle thee not with a selfish theme!
All hail, dear friend!-Though clouds may lour,
And wintry storms descend awhile,
Ere long shall Spring resume her power,
And Summer come on with her radiant smile. Then a truce to gloom;-though a shade of sorrow May darken our beams of bliss to-day,Heed it not!-Joy's sun will rise to-morrow, And chase each deepening tint away!
Shall we, whose hearts of warmth and feeling
Some flowers of life-
Forbid it, YE who prompt the numbers
That soothe the Bard in his wildest mood!Forbid it, YE who on his slumbers
In dreams of glory and light intrude! No;-hearts that each thrill of joy may waken Should bear, unmurmuring, Sorrow's sting; Nor GENIUS from its height be shaken
By every buffet from Fortune's wing!
FORGET THEE? NO, NEVER!
Wrong thee, Bianca? No, not for the earth!
FORGET thee? No, never!-Why cherish a thought
Forget thee?—No, never!-Among the light-hearted, Love may sink to decay when the fond ones are parted; But affection like ours is too deep and sublime,
To be chilled in its ardour by absence or time;
By the griefs that have blighted the bloom of my years,—