240 MY MOTHER'S PICTURE That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, That thou might know me safe and warmly laid; The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestowed By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and glowed; Not scorned in Heaven, though little noticed here. I pricked them into paper with a pin -And thou wast happier than myself the while, I would not trust my heart-the dear delight But no-what here we call our life is such, MY MOTHER'S PICTURE That I would ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again. Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast -The storms all weathered and the ocean crossed,Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay; So thou, with sails how swift! hast reached the shore, 66 Where tempests never beat, nor billows roar," And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchored by thy side. But me, scarce hoping to attain that rest, Always from port withheld, always distressedMe howling blasts drive devious, tempest-tossed, Sails ripped, seams opening wide, and compass lost; And day by day some current's thwarting force Sets me more distant from a prosperous course. But, oh, the thought that thou art safe, and he! That thought is joy, arrive what may to me. My boast is not, that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth; But higher far my proud pretensions riseThe son of parents passed into the skies. And now farewell-Time unrevoked has run His wonted course, yet what I wished is done. By contemplation's help, not sought in vain, I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again; To have renewed the joys that once were mine, 241 242 MY MOTHER'S PICTURE Without the sin of violating thine; And, while the wings of Fancy still are free, WILLIAM COWPER. POLONIUS' ADVICE [From Hamlet.] YET here, Laertes? aboard, aboard, for shame! The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail, And you are stayed for. There, my blessing with you And these few precepts in thy memory Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Bear't, that the opposed may beware of thee. But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy: For the apparel oft proclaims the man; And they in France, of the best rank and station, For loan oft loses both itself and friend; |