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Fonder and still more faithful! When the smart
Of care assails the bosom-or the knife Of 'keen endurance' cuts us to the soul, First to support us
-foremost to console !
Oh! what were Man in dark misfortune's hour
Without her cherishing aid ?-A nerveless thing, Sinking ignobly 'neath the passing power
Of every blast of Fortune. She can bring ‘A balm for every wound. As when the shower
More heavily falls, the bird of eve will sing In richer notes; sweeter is woman's voice When through the storm it bids the soul rejoice!
Is there a sight more touching and sublime
Than to behold a creature, who till grief Had taught her lofty spirit how to climb
Above vexation,-and whose fragile leaf, Whilst yet 'twas blooming in a genial clime,
Trembled at every breath, and sought relief
If Heaven but seemed to lour,—suddenly,
The pelting storm that in its might comes down
To beat it to the earth;—to see a rose Which in its summer's gaiety a frown
Had withered from its stem, ʼmid wintry snows Lift up its head undrooping, as if grown
Familiar with each chilling blast that blows Across the waste of life-and view it twine Around man's rugged trunk its arms divine !
It is a glorious spectacle !--A sight
power to stir the chords of generous hearts To feeling's finest issues; and requite
The bosom for all world-inflicted smarts.
Of Fate descends upon her, it imparts
So much for Man's sweet consort ---Heaven's best gift,
Beloved and loving Woman! Even a thought Of her, not seldom, hath the power to lift
My soul above the toils the world hath wrought Round its aspiring wings. But I'm adrift;
Again, have left my hero! Well, 'tis nought; Wiser than I have wandered from their way When Woman was the star that led astray!
I looked, and saw the face of things quite changed.
was a lovely night;-the crescent moon (A bark of beauty on its dark blue sea,) Winning its way amid the billowy clouds, Unoared, unpiloted, moved on. The sky Was studded thick with stars, which glittering streamed An intermittent splendour through the heavens. I turned my glance to earth;—the mountain winds Were sleeping in their caves,—and the wild sea, With its innumerous billows, melted down To one unmoving mass, lay stretched beneath
In deep and tranced slumber; giving back
Darkness arose ;-and volumed clouds swept o'er Earth and the ocean. Through the gloom, at times, Sicilian Ætna's blood-red flame was seen Fitfully flickering. The stillness now Yielded to murmurs hurtling on the air From out her deep-voiced crater; and the winds Burst through their bonds of adamant, and lashed The weltering ocean, that so lately lay Calm as the slumbers of a cradled child, To a demoniac's madness. The broad wave Swelled into boiling surges, which appeared, Whene'er the mountain's lurid light revealed