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As the fresh wind from prison set free
When on the young wings of the morn
I am found in the night's starry crown,
Where the angels and seraphims stray,
In the sky-stain, where spirits look down
Thro' the mists of the pale milky way;
And when midnight's sweet drowsiness breathes
O'er the leaves of a love-sickened flower,
I sleep in the cup that it wreathes,
And sip the bright dew in my bower.
...... W.D. SONNET.
TO THE MEMORY OP •••*.
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Had I the power above this mortal state
Up from the clouded earth, and elevate
Myself to those high regions that create
So many hopes to shake the human heart;—
Could I asunder tear the links of fate
Thro' the bright host of angels to thy throne.
Above it—hush! the star of morning sings,
As of a distant whirlwind's rushing wings:
Akutm: WHAT'S EARTHLY HOPE?
What's earthly hope ?—a worthless thing,
For man's illusion given ;—
As 'twere a shape of Heaven.
What's earthly hope ?—a glittering light
That shines but to betray ;— That feigns to guide us on aright
But only leads astray.
What's earthly hope ?—a jewelled cup
That holds a poisoned draught;— Yet thoughtless men still snatch it up
And still the drug is quaffed.
I've held thee long, thou worthless thing,
For man's illusion given;— To earthly hope no more I cling,
In nought I trust but Heaven!
Anon. SMILE THROUGH THY TEARS.
Smile through thy tears like the blush moss-rose,
When the warm rains fall around it; Thy fond heart now may seek repose,
From the rankling griefs that wound it. For a parent's loss the eye may fill,
And weep till the heart runs over; But the pang is longer and deeper still,
That wails o'er the grave of a lover.
Smile through thy tears like the pale primrose,
When the zephyrs play around it;
I will ward the sorrows that wound it.
As warmed thy maiden bosom;
O'er the night-shade's drooping blossom.
Thomas Lyle. ON THE DEATH OF
I saw her laid in the silent tomb,