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BERKELEY AND FLORENCE COLERIDGE.

WHO DIED ON THE 16TH OF JANUARY, 1834.*
O FRAIL as sweet! twin buds, too rathe to bear

The Winter's unkind air;
O gifts beyond all price, no sooner given

Than straight required by Heaven;
Matched jewels, vainly for a moment lent

To deck my brow, or sent
Untainted from the earth, as Christ's, to soar

And add two spirits more
To that dread band seraphic, that doth lie

Beneath the Almighty's eye ;-
Glorious the thought !-yet ah! my babes, ah! still
A father's heart

ye Though cold ye lie in earth-though gentle death

Hath suck'd your balmy breath,
And the last kiss which your fair cheeks I gave

Is buried in yon grave.
No tears—no tears—I wish them not again ;

To die for them was gain,
Ere Doubt, or Fear, or Woe, or act of Sin

Had marred God's light within.

fill;

PSYCHE.
THE butterfly the ancient Grecians made

The soul's fair emblem, and its only namem
But of the soul, escaped the slavish trade
Of mortal life !-For in this earthly frame

By a friend.

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Ours is the reptile's lot, much toil, much blame,
Manifold motions making little speed,
And to deform and kill the things whereon we feed.

1808.

LOVE, HOPE, AND PATIENCE IN

EDUCATION. O’ER wayward childhood would’st thou hold firm

rule, And sun thee in the light of happy faces ; Love, Hope, and Patience, these must be thy graces, And in thine own heart let them first keep school. For as old Atlas on his broad neck places Heaven's starry globe, and there sustains it, -SO Do these upbear the little world below Of Education,-Patience, Love, and Hope. Methinks, I see them grouped in seemly show, The straitened arms upraised, the palms aslope, And robes that, touching as adown they flow, Distinctly blend, like snow embossed in snow. O part them never ! If Hope prostrate lie,

Love too will sink and die.
But Love is subtle, and doth proof derive
From her own life that Hope is yet alive;
And bending o'er with soul-transfusing eyes,
And the soft murmurs of the mother dove,
Woos back the fleeting spirit and half-supplies ;-
Thus Love repays to Hope what Hope first gave to

Love,
Yet haply there will come a weary day,

When overtasked at length
Both Love and Hope beneath the load give way.

Then with a statue's smile, a statue's strength,
Stands the mute sister, Patience, nothing loth,
And both supporting, does the work of both.

E cælo descendit yvôol geavtóv.-Juvenal. Γνωθι σεαυτόν !-and is this the prime And heaven-sprung adage of the olden time ! Say, canst thou make thyself ?-Learn first that

trade; Haply thou mayst know what thyself had made. What hast thou, Man, that thou dar’st call thine

own? What is there in thee, Man, that can be known ?Dark fluxion, all unfixable by thought, A phantom dim of past and future wrought, Vain sister of the worm,-life, death, soul, clodIgnore thyself, and strive to know thy God!

Beareth all things.—2 Cor. xiii. 7.

"GENTLY I took that which ungently came,

And without scorn forgave;-Do thou the

same.

A wrong

done to thee think a cat's eye spark Thou would'st not see, were not thine own heart

dark. Thy own keen sense of wrong that thirsts for sin, Fear that—the spark self-kindled from within, Which blown upon will blind thee with its glare, Or smothered stifle thee with noisome air.

Clap on the extinguisher, pull up the blinds,
And soon the ventilated spirit finds
Its natural daylight. If a foe have kenned,
Or worse than foe, an alienated friend,
A rib of dry rot in thy ship's stout side,
Think it God's message, and in humble pride
With heart of oak replace it; thine the gains-
Give him the rotten timber for his pains !

COMPLAINT.

HOW

OW seldom, Friend ! a good great man inherits

Honor or wealth, with all his worth and pains ! It sounds like stories from the land of spirits, If any man obtain that which he merits, any

merit that which he obtains.

Or

REPROOF.

For shame, dear Friend ! renounce this canting

strain ! What would'st thou have a good great man obtain ? Place-titles-salary—a gilded chainOr throne of corses which his sword hath slain ? Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends! Hath he not always treasures, always friends, The good great man ?-three treasures, love and

light, And calm thoughts, regular as infant's breath ;And three firm friends, more sure than day and

night, Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death.

1809.

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