Delicious is the lay that sings The path that leads them to the grove, And pity sanctifies the verse That paints, by strength of sorrow, But thou, that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation : Meek loveliness is round thee spread, A softness still and holy; The grace of forest charms decayed, And pastoral melancholy. That region left, the vale unfolds Rich groves of lofty stature, With Yarrow winding through the pomp Of cultivated nature; And, rising from those lofty groves, Behold a ruin hoary! The shattered front of Newark's towers, Renowned in border story. Fair scenes for childhood's opening bloom, For sportive youth to stray in; For manhood to enjoy his strength; Yon cottage seems a bower of bliss, To studious ease, and generous cares, And every How sweet on this autumnal day, The sober hills thus deck their brows I see but not by sight alone, And gladsome notes my lips can breathe, The vapours linger round the heights, They melt-and soon must vanish ; One hour is theirs, nor more is mine— Sad thought! which I would banish, But that I know, where'er I go, Will dwell with me—to heighten joy, James Montgomery. Born 1771. Died 1854. A MOTHER'S LOVE. A MOTHER'S Love,-how sweet the name ! What is a Mother's love? -A noble, pure, and tender flame, Enkindled from above, To bless a heart of earthly mould; The warmest love that can grow cold; To bring a helpless babe to light, And feel herself new-born, This is a Mother's Love. Its weakness in her arms to bear; To cherish on her breast, Feed it from Love's own fountain there, And lull it there to rest; Then, while it slumbers, watch its breath, To mark its growth from day to day, Of intellectual fire; To smile and listen while it talks, And can a Mother's Love grow cold? Nor weep for grief-for joy? Ten thousand voices answer "No!" The infant, reared alone for earth, May live, may die,—to curse his birth; A parent's heart may prove a snare; Her hand may lead, with gentlest care, Blest infant! whom his mother taught And poured upon his dawning thought -Time is Eternity begun : Behold that Mother's Love. Blest Mother! who, in wisdom's path Thus taught her son to flee the wrath, Ah, youth like him enjoy your prime ; Begin Eternity in time, Taught by that Mother's Love. That Mother's Love!-how sweet the name! What was that Mother's Love? |