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And still forgotten while they go, As on the sea-beach wave on wave Dissolves at once in snow. Upon the blue and silent sky The amber clouds one moment lie, And like a dream are gone! Though beautiful the moon-beams play On the lake's bosom bright as they, And the soul intensely loves their stay, Soon as the radiance melts away We scarce believe it shone ! Heaven-airs amid the harp-strings dwell, And we wish they ne'er may fadeThey cease ! and the soul is a silent cell, Where music never played. Dream follows dream through the long night-hours, Each lovelier than the lastBut ere the breath of morning-flowers, That gorgeous world flies past. And many a sweet angelic cheek, Whose smiles of love and kindness speak, Glides by us on this earthWhile in a day we cannot tell Where shone the face we loved so well, In sadness or in mirth.
FOR AN ASYLUM FOR THE BLIND AT LIVERPOOL.
Stranger, pause—for thee the day,
Stranger, pause-with softened mind,
Not for them the bliss to trace,
Not for them, the heart is seen,
Helpless, as they slowly stray,
Yet for them has genius kind,
Lonely blindness here can meet,
He, who deigned for men to die,
REFLECTIONS ON THE FOURTH OF JUNE.
Ah day revered for sixty years !
No cannons peall no bells are rung!
From Thames to Ganges' shore !
We celebrate no more !
Yet history's page shall mark the morn,
And faithful to her sacred trust,
Shall call that monarch good and just, No frail memorial this of flattering art ;--, Time cannot raze the records of the heart!
THE SPIRIT OF NATURE.
I spring from the gold mottled east
As the fresh wind from prison set free
When on the young wings of the morn
I am found in the night's starry crown,