Fonder and still more faithful! When the smart Of care assails the bosom,- 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 Trembled at every breath, and sought relief If Heaven but seemed to lour,-suddenly, Grow vigorous in misfortune, and defy The pelting storm that in its might comes down Had withered from its stem, 'mid 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 Of power to stir the chords of generous hearts To feeling's finest issues; and requite The bosom for all world-inflicted smarts. Such is dear Woman! When the envious blight New worth-new grace;-so precious odours grow, So much for Man's sweet consort,-Heaven's best gift, My soul above the toils the world hath wrought Again, have left my hero! Well, 'tis nought; Wiser than I have wandered from their way When Woman was the star that led astray! ETNA. A SKETCH. I looked, and saw the face of things quite changed. PARADISE LOST. IT 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 I turned my glance to earth;-the mountain winds The host above with all its dazzling shene, To Fancy's ken, as though the luminous sky 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 |