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TO THE MEMORY OF ****
Had I the power above this mortal state
To lift my burning soul ;-could I arise
As does the mountain-eagle when she flies Up from the clouded earth, and elevate Myself to those high regions that create
So many hopes to shake the human heart ;-
Swift as a winged arrow would I dart
Above it—hush ! the star of morning sings,
As of a distant whirlwind's rushing wings:
WHAT'S EARTHLY HOPE ?
What's earthly hope ?-_a worthless thing,
For man's illusion given ;-
As 'twere a shape of Heaven.
What's earthly hope?-a glittering light
That shines but to betray ;That feigns to guide us on aright
But only leads astray.
What's earthly hope ?-a jewelled cup
That holds a poisoned draught ;Yet thoughtless men still snatch it up
And still the drug is quaffed.
I've held thee long, thou worthless thing,
For man's illusion given ; To earthly hope no more I cling,
In nought I trust but Heaven !
SMILE THROUGH THY TEARS.
Smile through thy tears like the blush moss-rose,
When the warm rains fall around it; Thy fond heart now may seek repose,
From the rankling griefs that wound it. For a parent's loss the eye may fill,
And weep till the heart runs over ; But the pang is longer and deeper still,
That wails o'er the grave of a lover.
Smile through thy tears like the pale primrose,
When the zephyrs play around it;
I will ward the sorrows that wound it.
As warmed thy maiden bosom;
ON THE DEATH OF
I saw her laid in the silent tomb,
She spoke of a God of peace and of love
her breast, And she prayed that her soul might be at rest :
Yet she sometimes fondly and sadly took
Oft have I thought, if I should die,
And leave the place of love I hold,
And hearts, now warm for me, grow cold.
How would my inmost soul be chilled,
Could it, that back to life I came,
Myself remembered but in name.