Amidst the clouds of heaven, Leaves streams of brightness yet; Then darkness gathers round him, "Tis but a night :-again He bursts the chains that bound him, He rises from the main, And marches heavenward gloriously In splendours of his own. Yon gems so sweetly sparkling Of souls that, long desiring Yes! in those orbs of glory Methinks I see the ray, Which wisdom's sages hoary In yonder gentle star-light Glistening in fair, tho' far light, Roll on, fair worlds! and over I'll build a fane elysian Among those towers divine, ! And there in hallowed vision, When gloomy thoughts are mine, There shall my joys be stored; And there my soul reposing When earthly scenes are closing, Shall find a place of rest, And leave this lowly solitude Forgotten-undeplored. Bowr g. ODE. When the awakened soul receives What magic shall the muse employ Alas! the time returns no more, Nor hope herself can now restore 9 Those smiling days, when with fresh roses crowned She led the fairy hours their gay fantastic round. She flies with youth, and leaves to age The blossoms fall, the leaves are torn, On the rude blast behold them borne Far distant, while the withered trunk remains 6 Vain insects of a summer day' (The power of nature seems to say) Expect not long unclouded hours Soon rushing winds and breaking showers Your pastime ends-and fortune still at strife, Friendship remains thro' changing time Pure and unmixed her joys we share, Balm for the wounded heart's corroding woes, In recollection's pensive hour, When tender thoughts the past restore; Then friendship reunites again. The scattered traces that remain ; Delights the fond remembrance still to save, And pluck the envious thorn from soft affection's grave. Mrs Hunter. ADDRESS TO THE OCEAN. O thou vast Ocean! ever-sounding sea! The earth hath nought of this; nor chance nor change Give answer to the tempest-waken air ; But o'er its wastes, the weekly tenants range |