The dew reflects the orient sun, The morning sun! the morning sun! Joy wakes to view its glorious spread, When night hath chased the cloud of dun, Whose gloomy folds waved overhead. When nature wakes from soft repose, While sports young May in earth's green bowers, Joy wakes to breathe the fragrant rose, The woodbine's rich and matchless flowers; To dash with footfall light away From the green sward the dews of heaven; While on the breeze their plumes are given. To the bright flowers and dewy lawn! The dying sun! the dying sun! How sink its languid rays to rest, The birds which sung in summer's light, Wake not the tuneless ear of night— Hush'd is their blithesome carolling! The dying sun! the dying sun! Oh! sorrow loves its fading lightIt breathes a kindred glow upon The breast wrapt in the gloom of night! Pale sorrow loves the wither'd spray, The flower o'er which the blight hath pass'd; These speak of rapture pass'd away, Of cherish'd hours too bright to last! What though the wild birds' loved retreat For sorrow's lone and tuneless ear! O'er each sere leaf and dying flower; Ah! sorrow's eye can know no sight More welcome than pale twilight's hour! MATTHEW VII. 26, 27. BUILD'ST thou on Wealth ?-its wings are ever spread On Science?-see! his favorite sons have fled Build'st thou on Love?-the simple heart it cheers Build'st thou on Fame?-the dancing meteor's ray Ah! why on sands like these thy temple rear? How shall its base the storms and billows shun? Seek the Eternal Rock with humble fear, And on the tablet of each setting sun Grave with a diamond's point some deed of duty done. If thou art young-the words of wisdom weigh, Who saves the weakest suppliant from despair, IMITATION FROM THE PERSIAN. LORD! who art merciful as well as just, Father Almighty, who hast made me man, My sins; and my contrition! LINES, WRITTEN BY CHRISTOPHER SMART, WHILE CONFINED IN A MAD-HOUSE, AND INDENTED WITH A KEY IN THE WAINSCOT. He sung of God, the mighty source On which all things depend: From whose right arm beneath whose eyes, All period, power and enterprise Commence, and reign, and end. The world, the clustering spheres, he made, Dale, champaign, grove and hill; The multitudinous abyss Tell them I AM, Jehovah said FLOWERS. He who delights to trace, with serious thought, May find in such the theme of many a pleasing lay. What though the glorious Sun, enthroned on high, As day to day still utters ceaseless speech, And night to night yet added knowledge shows,— Far lowlier objects to the heart may reach, And Wisdom purest precepts may disclose, Cull'd from the Lily's bloom, or gather'd from the Rose! |