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Yet once more upon the waters, yet once more!
SPEECH OF AN OLD OAK IN THE PLEA-
Stranger, if peace delights your cultured mind
Beats thy young heart with finer feelings, warm?
Does beauty strike thee, or does virtue charm?
For Virtue, guest celestial, guards the glades,
ON THE NEW YEAR.
Blest opening of another year!
How darkly roll; though snowy crests
Heave heavily along:
If God my life prolong.
How low my joys may ebb; my woe—
This, this shall silence all my fears,
ON A TOMB-STONE IN IRELAND.
A little spirit slumbers here,
Who to one heart was very dear,
Oh I he was more than life or light,
Its thought by day—its dream by night.
The chill winds came—the young flower faded
And died !—the grave its sweetness shaded.
Fair boy! thou shouldst have wept for me,
Nor I have had to mourn o'er thee.
Yet not long shall this parting be I
Those roses I have planted round,
To deck thy dear and sacred ground,
When spring gales next those roses wave
They'll blush upon thy mother's grave 1
Anon. THE EVENING STAR.
Pale evening star! pale evening star!
That youthful cheek was fair and bright, That eye beamed like thine own sweet light,
That voice was music, and that heart—
If dim declining years I see,
WRITTEN UNDER BODILY AFFLICTION.
Stricken of Thee, O Lord I I mourn,
And count the lagging hours;
Of health's reviving powers.
Nor yields me sweet employ;
VOL. II. K