The stars that graced thy splendid night Are lost in warmer rays; The Sun, rejoicing in his might, Unrols celestial days. Then why, usurping WINTER, why SONG. ROUND LOVE's Elysian bowers, The cloudless heaven of BEAUTY's smile. Round LovE's deserted bowers Tremendous rocks arise; Cold mildews blight the flowers, Tornadoes rend the skies: And PLEASURE'S waning moon goes down -Amid the night of BEAUTY's frown. Then YOUTH, thou fond believer! Who trusts the dear Deceiver When BEAUTY triumphs, ah! beware, LINES WRITTEN UNDER A DRAWING OF YARDLEY OAK, CELEBATED BY COWPER. See Haley's Life and Letters of W. Cowper, Esq. THIS sole survivor of a race Of giant oaks, where once the wood From age to age, it slowly spread A thousand years are like a day, But mournful CowPER, wandering nigh, O that the Poet had reveal'd The words of those prophetic strains, And fresh in undecaying prime, SONG. WRITTEN FOR A SOCIETY, WHOSE MOTTO WAS 66 FRIENDSHIP, LOVE, AND TRUTH.” WHEN " Friendship, Love, and Truth" abound Among a band of BROTHERS, The cup of joy goes gaily round, Each shares the bliss of others: Sweet roses grace the thorny way, The flowers that shed their leaves to-day, How grand in age, how fair in youth, Are holy "FRIENDSHIP, LOVE, and TRUTH!" On Halcyon wings our moments pass, Life's cruel cares beguiling; Old TIME lays down his scythe and glass, With ermine beard and forelock grey, His reverend front adorning, He looks like Winter turn'd to May, How grand in age, how fair in youth, Are holy "FRIENDSHIP, LOVE, and TRUTH !" From these delightful fountains flow Ambrosial rills of pleasure: Where every Star, with modest light, How grand in age, how fair in youth, Are holy"FRIENDSHIP, LOVE, and TRUTH !" RELIGION. AN OCCASIONAL HYMN. THROUGH shades and solitudes profound, The fainting traveller winds his way; Bewildering meteors glare around, And tempt his wandering feet astray. Welcome, thrice welcome, to his eye, Thus mortals, blind and weak, below The world's a wilderness of wo, Till mild RELIGION, from above, Then guilty passions wing their flight, And all her paths are paths of peace. |