Hope, that could vary like the rainbow's hue, And gild their pinions as the moments flew; Peace, that reflection never frown'd away, By dreams of ill to cloud some future day; Friendship, whose truth let childhood only tell, Alas! they love not long, who love so well. To these adieu! nor let me linger o'er Scenes hail'd, as exiles hail their native shore, 89 Receding slowly through the dark-blue deep, Beheld by eyes that mourn yet cannot weep. Dorset, farewell! I will not ask one part Of sad remembrance in so young a heart; The coming morrow from thy youthful mind Will sweep my name, nor leave a trace behind. And yet, perhaps, in some maturer year, Since chance has thrown us in the self-same sphere, Since the same senate, nay, the same debate, May one day claim our suffrage for the state, We hence may meet, and pass each other by, Still, if the wishes of a heart untaught If these, but let me cease the lengthen'd strain, There, in apartments small and damp, He surely well deserves to gain them, Who sacrifices hours of rest To scan precisely metres Attic; Or agitates his anxious breast In solving problems mathematic: Who reads false quantities in Seale, 30 40 What scene is this which meets the 60 ing; But how much cursed by every lover TO M. S. G. WHEN I dream that you love me, you'll surely forgive; Extend not your anger to sleep; For in visions alone your affection can live, I rise, and it leaves me to weep. Then, Morpheus! envelope my faculties fast, Shed o'er me your languor benign; Should the dream of to-night but resemble the last, What rapture celestial is mine! They tell us that slumber, the sister of death, Mortality's emblem is given; To fate how I long to resign my frail breath, If this be a foretaste of heaven! |