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THE AGES OF MAN. YOUTH, fond youth! to thee in life's gay morning, New and wonderful are heaven and earth; Health the hills, content the fields adorning, Nature rings with melody and mirth; Love invisible, beneath, above, Conquers all things; all things yield to love. Time, swift time, from years their motion stealing, Unperceived hath sober manhood brought: Truth, her pure and humble forms revealing, Peoples fancy's fairy-land with thought; Then the heart, no longer prone to roam, Loves, loves best, the quiet bliss of home.
I should be loath to fall
Age, old age, in sickness, pain, and sorrow,
Who that hath ever been,
THE ADVENTURE OF A STAR.
ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY.
ASPIRATIONS OF YOUTH. HIGHER, higher will we climb Up the mount of glory, That our names may live through time In our country's story : Happy, when her welfare calls, He who conquers, he who falls, Deeper, deeper let us toil In the mines of knowledgeNature's wealth and learning's spoil Win from school and college ; Delve we there for richer gems Than the stars of diadems. Onward, onward will we press Through the path of duty; Virtue is true happiness, Excellence true beauty : Minds are of supernal birth, Let us make a heaven of earth. Close and closer then we knit Hearts and hands together, Where our fireside comforts sit In the wildest weather: 0! they wander wide, who roam For the joys of life, from home. Nearer, dearer bands of love Draw our souls in union, To our Father's house above, To the saints' communion ; Thither every hope ascend, There may all our labours end.
A STAR Would be a flower;
THE FALLING LEAF.
WERE I a trembling leaf,
Our star, in melancholy state,
And polyanthuses display'd
shine. Now, to return (for we have wander'd far) To what was nothing but a simple star; -Where all was jollity around, No fellowship the stranger found. Those low liest children of the earth, That never leave their mother's lap, Companions in their harmless mirth, Were smiling, blushing, dancing there, Feasting on dew, and light, and air, And fearing no mishap, Save from the hand of lady fair, Who, on her wonted walk, Pluck'd one and then another, A sister or a brother, From its elastic stalk; Happy, no doubt, for one sharp pang, to die On her sweet bosom, withering in her eye. Thus all day long that star's hard lot, While bliss and beauty ran to waste, Was but to witness on the spot Beauty and bliss it could not taste, At length the sun went down, and then Its faded glory came again, With brighter, bolder, purer light, It kindled through the deepening night, Till the green bower, so dim by day, Glow'd like a fairy-palace with its beams; In vain, for sleep on all the borders lay, The flowers were laughing in the land of
“ MAKE way for liberty !"--he cried; Made way for liberty, and died !
In arms the Austrian phalanx stood, A living wall, a human wood! A wall, where every conscious stone Seem'd to its kindred thousands grown; A rampart all assaults to bear, Till time to dust their frames should wear; A wood like that enchanted grove* In which with fiends Rinaldo strove, Where every silent tree possess'd A spirit prison'd in its breast, Which the first stroke of coming strife Would startle into hideous life, So dense, so still, the Austrians stood, A living wall, a human wood! Impregnable their front appears, All horrent with projected spears, Whose polish'd points before them shine, From flank to flank, one brilliant line, Bright as the breakers' splendours run Along the billows, to the sun.
Opposed to these a hovering band Contended for their native land: Peasants, whose new-found strength had broke From manly necks th'ignoble yoke, And forged their fetters into swords, On equal terms to fight their lords : And what insurgent rage had gain'd, In many a mortal fray maintain'd; .See Tasso's Jerusalem Delivered, canto xviii.
An earthquake could not overthrow A city with a surer blow.
Thus Switzerland again was free: Thus death made way for liberty!
FOR THE FIRST LEAF OF A LADY'S
Marshall'd once more at freedom's call,
And now the work of life and death
It must not be: This day, this hour,
FLOWER after flower comes forth in spring,
It did depend on one, indeed; Behold him,-Arnold Winkelried ! There sounds not to the trump of fame The echo of a nobler name. Unmark'd he stood amid the throng: In rumination deep and long, Till you might see, with sudden grace, The very thought come o'er his face, And by the motion of his form Anticipate the bursting storm ; And by th’ uplifting of his brow Tell where the bolt would strike, and how.
THE FIRST LEAF OF AN ALBUM.
Ut pictura, poesis.- Hor. de Art. Poet.
But 'twas no sooner thought than done, The field was in a moment won :
Two lovely sisters here unite
“Make way for liberty !” he cried,
“ Make way for liberty !” he cried ;
Swift to the breach his comrades fly;
Here may each glowing picture be
And may the poet's verse, alike,
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That fancy here may gaze her fill,
Some sweet hope, some hallow'd pleasure, Forming fresh scenes and shapes at will,
From remembrance pe'er to part; Where silent words alone appear,
Hourly blessings swell the treasure Or, borrowing voice, but touch the ear.
Hidden in her grateful heart;
And may every moment cast
Brighter glory on her last!
VOYAGE ROUND THE WORLD.
EMBLEM of eternity,
Let me launch my soul on thee.
Sail, nor keel, nor helm, nor oar,
Need I, ask I, to explore ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY FROM WHOM THE
Thine expanse from shore to shore. AUTHOR HAD RECEIVED AN ELEGANTLY WROUGHT WATCH-POCKET.
By a single glance of thought, WITHIN this curious case
Thy whole realm's before me brought Time's sentinel I place,
Like the universe, from naught. Who, while calm unconscious slumber
All thine aspects now I view, Shuts creation from mine eyes,
Ever old, yet ever new;
Time nor tide thy powers subdue.
All thy voices now I hear;
Sounds of gladness, grandeur, fear
Meet and mingle in mine ear.
All thy wonders are reveal'd:
Treasures hidden in thy fiel!!
From the birth of nature seal’d.
But thy depths I search not now,
Nor thy limpid surface plough All things hang beneath the sun.
With a foam-repelling prow.
Eager fancy, unconfined,
In a voyage of the mind
Sweeps along thee like the wind. Joy expands my throbbing breast;
Here a breeze, I skim thy plains
There a tempest, pour amain
Thunder, lightning, hail, and rain.
Where the billows cease to roll,
Round the silence of the pole,
Thence set out my venturous soul !
See, by Greenland cold and wild,
Rocks of ice eternal piled;
Yet the mother loves her child;
And the wildernesses drear
To the native's heart are dear;
All life's charities dwell here.
Next, on lonely Labrador,
Let me hear the snow-falls roar,
Devastating all before.
Yet even bere, in glens and coves,
Man, the heir of all things, roves, Time, for earth or heaven employ'd,
Feasts and fights, and laughs and loves. (Both have claims,) is time enjoy'd.
But a brighter vision breaks
O'er Canadian woods and lakes;
-These my spirit soon forsakes.