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Until the anxious eye might view,
But oh! how few the joys have known,
How fruitless all thy parents' care!
Friendship! I thought thee once a pleasing thing; When childhood flattered me with easy
dreams. Too rash I trusted to thy waxen wing,
Against affliction's melting beams.
Were all thy boasted mighty powers :
But flying from our pain.
When youth allured me, from my
mother's knee, To sports, companions, and unthinking days ; I thought the sun and seasons made for me,
Smoothly we enter life's delusive maze,
I trusted ere my heart inquired,
And what we love believed !
But heavenly care, that did my good intend,
Stripped me of these to give me better joys; Removing worldly prospects—substance—friend
And gave itself in change for earthly toys.
Ah ! my dear Lord, how little did I know ?
When their mourned loss first fixed my smart,
SONG OF A SPIRIT.
Hark, what I tell to thee,
It waits till thine shall come.
All pensive and alone,
I see thee sit and weep;
Where my cold ashes sleep.
I watch thy speaking eyes,
I mark each silent tear;
Ere they are lost in air.
Can I forget our childish days ?
When life and love were young When nature's voice the heart obeys,
Ere flattery soiled the tongue : Ah! no-for then I deemed thee true, And life and love to me were new.
Can I forget those childish days?
When every thought of mine, But sought for pleasure in thy praise,
And in thy look divine : Ah! nom
for these were happy hours, And sorrow had not sought our bowers.
Can I forget the happy time?
When first I breathed to thee
Of thy answer came like melody,
Ah! no, for memory has the will
To trace o'er every scene;
To say-what might have been-
Then since these days no more return,
Since we no more must meet;
Of love and friendsbip sweet ;
ON THE DEATH OF A CLERGYMAN.
If sorrow's holiest tears could bring
Thy spirit from its native skies,
Would waft the bark from paradise !