POETRY. For the Monthly Repository, and Library of Entertaining Knowledge STANZAS ON TIME. I SAW, and lo! a mingled throng; And loud and joyous swell'd the song There vivid thought, flew on through vistas far, I turn'd again to see that band, All else he said, long since had passed away I saw the lofty mountain oak, From thence the zephyr often caught the lay, I turned again and still'd my breath, Ah! there sat stillness hush'd as death- I saw so strongly rear'd a tower, Men call'd it strength's strong fortress, for its age I turn'd again, it disappear'd, And all by man though strongly rear'd, Amazed I sought to know the noiseless path I asked, whence this so mighty spell? Of fearfulness, fell o'er all earthly things, And vision shrunk 'neath its awe-pinion'd wings. Then came a gloom pall cover'd one, And hast'ning said, "my course begun Since then decay has been my footstep, prest Where shall its bearing end, I sigh'd? "When all earth's hopes have been defy'd, And turn'd the limpid ocean into blood, And roll'd away yon orb of fire, Then, then I take my flight; A Seraph then, from vast eternity, Shall cry aloud, 'TIME may no longer be.'" THE FADED ONE. WRITTEN BY W. G. CLARKE. THE SHEPHERDESS GONE to the slumber which may know no waking Yet, 'twas but yesterday, that all before thee Shone in the freshness of Life's morning hours; How have the garlands of thy Chilhood withered Love should not mourn thee save in hope we trust! REMEMBRANCER. WHEN unto dust, like sunny flowers departed, We hear the song-the sigh-the joyous laughter, Ere their pale temples wore the locks of snow; When the pale stars are burning high in heaven, When the low night winds kiss the flowering tree, They breathe of raptures which have bloomed and died Yet, from our pathway when the loved have vanished, They passed in darkness-they will come no more! Yet if their bosoms, in this brief existence ! Glowed with the worship of an humble soul, EVENING HYMN FOR DOMESTIC WORSHIP THIS night may the incense of prayer From the family altar arise; And the angel of covenant bear Our wishes and wants to the skies? May the savour to thee ascend sweet Acceptance to-night at thy throne. The sacrifice thou wilt accept, And blest with the light of thy face, |