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
Still flags thy frozen wing?
Fly, unrelenting tyrant, fly—
And yield the year to SPRING!

SONG.

ROUND LOVE's Elysian bowers,
The fairest prospects rise;
There bloom the sweetest flowers,
There shine the purest skies:
And joy and rapture gild awhile

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!
The wily Syren shun :

Who trusts the dear Deceiver
Will surely be undone !

When BEAUTY triumphs, ah! beware,
Her smile is hope !—her frown despair!

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
Rang with the battle or the chace,
In stern and lonely graudeur stood.

From age to age, it slowly spread
Its gradual boughs to sun and wind;
From age to age, its noble head
As slowly wither'd and declined.

A thousand years are like a day,
When fled ;-no longer known than seen;
This tree was doom'd to pass away,
And be, as if it ne'er had been ;—

But mournful CowPER, wandering nigh,
For rest beneath its shadow came,
When lo! the voice of days gone by
Ascended from its hollow frame.

O that the Poet had reveal'd

The words of those prophetic strains,
Ere Death the eternal mystery seal'd!
-Yet in his song the Oak remains.

And fresh in undecaying prime,
There may it live, beyond the power
Of storm and earthquake, Man and Time,
Till Nature's conflagration-hour.

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,
Along this vale of sorrow;

The flowers that shed their leaves to-day,
Shall bloom again to-morrow :

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,
In gay good humour smiling:

With ermine beard and forelock grey,

His reverend front adorning,

He looks like Winter turn'd to May,
Night soften'd into Morning!

How grand in age, how fair in youth,

Are holy "FRIENDSHIP, LOVE, and TRUTH !"

From these delightful fountains flow

Ambrosial rills of pleasure:
Can man desire, can heaven bestow,
A more resplendent treasure?
Adorn'd with gems so richly bright,
We'll form a Constellation,

Where every Star, with modest light,
Shall gild his proper station.

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,
The sudden moon's inspiring light,
When forth she sallies through the sky,
The guardian angel of the night!

Thus mortals, blind and weak, below
Pursue the phantom Bliss, in vain ;

The world's a wilderness of wo,
And life a pilgrimage of pain!

Till mild RELIGION, from above,
Descends, a sweet engaging form,
The messenger of heavenly love,
The bow of promise in a storm!

Then guilty passions wing their flight,
Sorrow, remorse, affliction cease;
RELIGION's yoke is soft and light,

And all her paths are paths of peace.