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OH! BANQUET NOT.
Oh! banquet not in these shining bowers,
in silence pour :
There while the myrtle's withering boughs,
Moore. INFLUENCE OF HOPE
ON THE HUMAN MIND.
At summer eve, when heaven's aërial bow
What potent spirit guides the raptured eye
Ah! no ; she darkly sees the fate of man-
Primeval hope, the Aönian muses say,
form of death and every woe Shot from malignant stars to earth below; When murder bared her arm, and rampant war Yoked the red dragons of her iron car ; When peace and mercy, banished from the plain, Sprung on the viewless winds to heaven again-All, all forsook the friendless guilty mind, But Hope, the charmer, lingered still behind.
Thus while Elijah's burning wheels prepare From Carmel's height to sweep the fields of air, The prophet's mantle, ere his flight began, Dropt on the world—a sacred gift to man.
Auspicious Hope ! in thy sweet garden grow Wreaths for each toil, a charm for every woe : Won by their sweets, in nature's languid hour, The
way-worn pilgrim seeks thy summer bower ; There, as the wild bee murmurs on the wing, What peaceful dreams thy handmaid spirits bring! What viewless forms the Æolian organ play, And sweep the furrowed lines of anxious thought away ;!
THE HEAVENLY REST.
There is an hour of peaceful rest,
To mourning wanderers given;
'Tis found above-in heaven!
There is a soft, a downy bed,
"Tis fair as breath of even ;
And find repose in heaven!
There is a home for weary souls,
By sin and sorrow driven ;
And all is drear-but heaven!
There faith lifts
the tearful eye, The heart with anguish riven; And views the tempest passing by, The evening shadows quickly fly,
And all serene in heaven !
There fragrant flowers immortal bloom,
And joys supreme are given :
Appears the dawn of heaven!
THE WORLD PASSES AWAY.
This world is all a fleeting show,