TO A FRIEND, ON HER GOING ABROAD.

NAY, check that trembling, starting tear;
Repress the sigh, dismiss the fear;

Let faith, let hope, thy bosom cheer,

Sweet Marian.

What though to roam by fate design'd:
Such modest worth as thine will find

A home in every feeling mind,

The lustre of thy speaking eye

Sweet Marian.

Love's brightest radiance doth outvie,
"T will reach the heart 'neath every sky,

Sweet Marian.

Then heave no more thy tender sighs,

The power above will highly prize

This thy noble sacrifice,

Sweet Marian.

To suffer is our lot below!

And all that good men seek to know

Is that God hath will'd it so,

Sweet Marian.

Though weary trav'llers here we stray,
Sweet hope illumes our darkest day,
And faith doth future joys display,

Sweet Marian.

No more in sorrow then repine,
The cheerful day will yet be thine,
The hand that chasteneth is divine,

Sweet Marian.

In mild content thy lot endure,
Heaven's applause it will secure,

And make the Christian's triumph sure,

Sweet Marian.

On thee, where'er thy footsteps bend,

May mercy's gentle dew descend!

My kindest wishes will attend

Thee, Marian.

ON RECEIVING A JET CROSS

FROM A FRIEND.

1820.

THIS Cross, of thy kind gifts the best,
Upon my breaking heart shall rest,
Shall there receive the silent tear,

I shed to mourn my fate so drear:
Fit boon bestow'd on sorrow's child,
To silence every murmur wild,
And, speaking from each martyr's tomb,
Bid faith my future day illume.

And should rebellious wishes rise

To point my view to star-lit skies,

From worldly thoughts relieve my breast, And tell me of eternal rest!

Are the heart's feelings only made,

To bloom awhile, and then to fade?
Joy's gayest wreath once bound my brow,
Where are its beauties scatter'd now?
Where once in blushing pride they grew,
Grief hath impress'd a sombre hue.
"T were vain, should I the change deplore,
Nought can their sweetness here restore :
But hope discovers brighter skies,
Where love unfading never dies!

Where, freed from earth's impurity,
Our ransom'd souls their God shall see.
Yes! the heart there will bloom again,
Nor in that sphere shall glow in vain;
The better feelings all entire,
No more in passion's heat expire,
Shall ebb and flow no more in tide
Of sin, repentance, folly, pride.
Thy gift bespeaks a kindly care,
Enjoins me patiently to bear

Those ills we all in turn must know,
Which from a chast'ning Parent flow;
Will prove to me a Mentor true,
And keep a happier world in view.

ΤΟ

WHEN the bright sun's descending beam
Doth kiss the evening wave,

And on the shadowy landscape throw,

With golden tints,

His parting glow,

I think on thee!

When, by fair Luna's pallid light
Gracing the star-gemm'd heaven,

I list to Philomela's song,

Whilst echo doth
The charm prolong,

I think on thee!

Or as I watch the rising gale

Near ocean's sparkling tide,

And anxious view it, as I roam,

Heave high its bosom

White with foam,

I think on thee!

When music's soul subduing sounds

Fall on my raptured ear,

And the wild harp's responsive string

Doth all around

Enchantment fling,

I think on thee!