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FORGET THEE? NO, NEVER!
By the hour of our parting-thus sweetly delayed,—
In the dark night of death shall have melted away;
Pain, and peril
and hate and contention — and
Though changes the darkest and brightest betide,Thy friendship shall soothe me, thy counsels shall guide, And thy memory at once be my solace and pride!
WRITTEN IN THE ANGEL OF THE WORLD, AN ARABIAN TALE, BY THE REV. G. CROLY.
Ir is a sunny vision—a deep dream—
We turn away with dim, delirious sense
From that so fervid blaze; and seek repose
ON THE ANGEL OF THE WORLD.
From Eastern splendour and magnificence,
In strains, of power each turbulent thought to 'suage, And bid the Passions cease their fierce, wild war, to wage!
Surpassing Lyrist! from thy powerful hand,
The noon-tide burst of poesy;-yet infuse
Ere day's last rainbow-beams have vanished into shade!
Have we not loved, as none have ever loved,
YES, I will join the world again,
And mingle with the crowd;
And though my mirth may be but pain, My laughter, wilderment of brain,
At least it shall be loud!
'Tis true, to bend before the shrine
Of heartless revelry,
Is slavery to a soul like mine;
Yet better thus in chains to pine,
Than ever crouch to thee !
Ay, better far to steep the soul
In pleasure's sparkling tide; Bid joy's unholy sounds controul The maddening thoughts that o'er it roll, Than wither 'neath thy pride.
Yet I have loved thee-ah, how well!
The stubborn pride, none else might rein,
Hath stooped to love and thee; But, as the pine upon the plain, Bent by the blast, springs up again, So shall it fare with me.