The following EAC SIMILE is from a copy TO THE REV. GEORGE BOURNE. Time grows not old with length of yours : – we are mother one hour the same - flowers recue their old perfume, Buture a seconds poupthey fly: Cur life is lage than their bloom. Our bloom is sweetu, —yetu. die. Jetstars like flowers have but their day. And tune, like stars, shall cease to role: We have the Arun can decay, -Alivip and immortal soul. Lord God. Her line shall end his flight, Stars set and fluvus revive no more: May we beheld thy face in light Thy love in Chint way we adore. OS. 4. 1818. THE PELICAN ISLAND. CANTO FIRST. METHOUGHT I lived through ages, and beheld That years were moments in their flight, and hours The scenes of crowded centuries reveal'd; While Time, Life, Death, the world's great actors, wrought Sky, sun, and sea were all the universe; I was a Spirit in the midst of these, All I saw (Like Adam when he walk'd in Paradise) VOL. I. 23 265 |