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Of worldly joyance, but still looking- on, Beyond created things, to that full bliss Which the regenerate and triumphant soul, After its weary conflicts, by God's power, Through faith, unto salvation safely kept, Shall, in his presence, endlessly enjoy.
LOVE'S MAY DAY.
'Tis the sweet sixteenth of May—
How shall we keep holiday?
What the rites to Cupid due?
What to Hymen fond and true?
Dearest, where shall we find leisure
For that feast of holiest pleasure
Which this honour'd day demands,
Now dull care hath fill'd our hands
With such duties, sad and sober,
As from April to October,
Thence to April round again,
Make us toil with might and main,
Leaving scarce a moment free
For the freaks of phantasy;
For the dreams which disappear
Full three quarters of the year,
In our bosoms buried deep
Till the spring breeze breaks their sleep,
When once more, like bees, they swarm.
In the sunshine bright and warm;
For the dear and dreamy talk
Of a calm connubial walk,
When we two once more may wander,
Free to prate and free to ponder
On those days of youthful bliss,
When our lips first learnt to kiss;
When, in Windsor's forest shade,
Thou a young and dreaming maid,
I a fond and fervent swain,
Weak of heart and wild of brain,
Of love's folly took our fill,
"Wandering at our own sweet will?"
Now the days are alter'd quite, Thou must work and I must write; Thou hast children three to teach, I have sermons three to preach; Thou hast clothes to make and mend, I've a straying flock to tend; And the world hath grown so real, That to roam in realms ideal As we roved in days of yore—We must think of it no more; Fancy's reign is past and done, That of sober truth begun.
How then, this sweet morn of May, Shall we two keep holiday? We will keep it as we may. Though no frolic feast we make, Yet our hearts shall be awake;
And our silent thoughts shall flee
Thoughts like these 'tis meet we call
As when first love's fetters tied
The young bridegroom to the bride.
Forward let us bend our eyes
To our home beyond the skies;
For thereon, without amaze,
Faith hath made us free to gaze;
And though youth hath past away,
And my locks may soon turn grey,
And thy full and flashing eye
Lose its present brilliancy;
Yet such tokens we may greet
Of old Time's advancing feet
With a holy joy that he
Ushers in Eternity;
And that all that fleets and fades
As he stealthily invades
That bright face and form of thine,
And these sturdy limbs of mine,
Doth a growing change prepare,
Laying thus our spirits bare;
Lightening slowly, day by day,
This their present load of clay,
That on unencumber'd wing
Heavenward they may learn to spring:
While, as we more fit become
For our everlasting home,
In our children we may see
All that we were wont to be—
Whatsoever gifts and powers
In our youth's best days were ours,
As on a perennial stem,
Thus, though far from moonlit woods,
May 16, 1834.
LOVE IN ABSENCE.
Dost thou remember, dearest, how the bird,