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AN APOLOGY.

1. I know a heart, wherein the world

Sees little else than vanityWhose silken sail, if once unfurled,

Flaps weakly, to a stranger's eye.
As if 'twould have the billows curled
By sleepy breathings from the sky-

With no one by-
For self to ride on wantonly.

2.

Oh world! you know not how you wrong

That indolent adventurer-
How can you tell, but that ere long,

While you're away, the breeze will stir As with the loud Sun's matin-songWith voice of Nature's harbinger

With rush and whirrThe white wings of that mariner?

3.

Trust me, it will; that friend of mine

Is no mere random weather-drift, No gaudy cock-boat, shaped too fine

For voyages of thought and thrift; For high aloft he bears a sign, Which marks him for the winds to lift,

And by the gift Of freshening love, he's strong and swift.

4.

That wilful heart is set about

With mimicries of scorn and sloth, Yet, by my word, I will not doubt

That he's at war alway with both ;

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ENIGMAS.

I. Phænician by birth, as reported by Fame, I often have changed both my

form and

my name
Though erewhile in Greece I established my home,
Still the Pope must confess, I'm the Primate of Rome,
While Mussulmen, Heretics, Jews, all agree,
There are Three in the Church, who must rank before me.
A liquid by nature, such hardness is mine,
That Shakespeare and Persius call me canine-
Which perhaps may account for my place in the ark,
Where wondrous to say, I appeared in the dark.
Though cradled in arms, and hardened by war,
To soldiers and sailors the curse of the law.
The first in reviews, when a battle draws near,
I always prefer the last place in the rear.
Without me this riddle would ne'er have been made,
And my presence alone can your ignorance aid.

F. C.
11.
Somewhat of all things I contain,
Fire, Wind, and Storm, and Heavy Rain ;
Now grave, now gay, what tales I tell
Of man's first hour, and parting knell;
Lo! at my word look pale and tremble,
All those who cheat, all who dissemble ;
Yet never at the best of times,
Am I myself quite free from crimes-
I cheer man's home in wintry weather-
Full many couples bring together-
And this is oft my master's boast,
“ Men like thee best, when lying most;"
Yet neither hand nor foot have I,
Nor eye to see, nor mouth to lie.

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that it will be the same with men. Nay, the consolations of faith are, if we rightly think of them, still higher. In trees and ftowers new leaves and new blooms succeed to old ones; but with us we shall ourselves live again; it will be the same souls and the same bodies, only immortal and incorruptible, that will rise at the last day. So should faith console us, and oftentimes we speak as though she did, but we are only braggarts, and feel all the while as though she did not.

M

ENIGMAS.

I.

Phænician by birth, as reported by Fame,
I often have changed both my form and my name
Though erewhile in Greece I established my home,
Still the Pope must confess, I'm the Primate of Rome,
While Mussulmen, Heretics, Jews. all agree.

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