His love was with thee at thy birth
And formed thee what thou art;

His love still walks with thee on earth
And glows within thy heart;

Sheds on thy cheek its varying hue
Soft lustre on thine eye;

Smiles on those lips more soft to view
Than sunset in the sky;

Bids Nature teach thee skill to know
The beautiful and true,

And Art her magic mantle throw
On all within thy view.

When Chaos was, ere yet the light
Had dawned upon the day,
Indifference sat o'er cloud and night
In solitary sway.

But when Night fled as one ashamed,
And Chaos' rule was o'er,

The voice of Heaven itself proclaimed
Indifference rules no more.

Then give me praise or give me blame
Each I will learn to bear,

But force me not that hateful name
Indifference to hear.

XIX. REMONSTRANCE.-Anon. OH! why those narrow rules extol? These but restrain from ill, True virtue lies in strength of soul And energy of will.

To all that's great and high aspires,
Prompts to the path of fame

From Heaven draws down Promethean fires
And wraps the soul in flame.

With brow erect, eye undismayed
Confronts the midday sun,
Nor sleeps inglorious in the shade
Of praises cheaply won;

Scans not too curiously the chance
Of good or evil fate,

But with a free and fearless glance
Knocks at Hope's golden gate;

The truthful course pursues and knows
By Heaven-imparted light,

And scorns to shape to outward shows
Its conscious sense of right.

Still, while it renders Reason's name
The meed of honour due

Forgets not sacred instincts claim
Their share of reverence too.

The frown of unjust censure braves,
Retreats not with the tide,

But nobly stems and stills the waves
Of prejudice and pride.

XX. FAITH.-Anon.

NOR earth, nor air, nor seas, nor fire,
Nor aught that fate can interpose
Nor open scorn nor secret foes

Shall tear me from my heart's desire.

Like those antique imperial dyes
Which age nor use can e'er efface,
But win from Time a nobler grace,
Stamped on my soul, thy image lies.

While Faith still vivifies this frame,

Or Memory prompts one soul-felt sigh And Hope looks upward to the sky, This heart shall beat, for thee the same.

No mortal strength nor skill can sever
The link which kindred atoms binds,
Nor less, congenial kindred minds,
United once, are one for ever.

XXI. KEPLER'S APOSTROPHE.-Anon.

YES! On the annals of my race,

In characters of flame,

Which time shall dim not nor deface,
I'll stamp my deathless name.

The fire which on my vitals preys,
And inly smouldering lies,

Shall flash out to a meteor's blaze
And stream along the skies.

Chafed as the angry ocean's swell
My soul within me boils,

Like a chained monarch in his cell,
Or lion in the toils.

F

To wealth, to pride, to lofty state,
No more I'll bend the knee,
But Fortune's minions, meanly great,
Shall stoop their necks to me.

The God which formed me for command,
And gave me strength to rise,
Shall plant His sceptre in my hand,
His lightning in my eyes;

Shall with the thorny crown of fame
My aching temples bind,
And hail me by a mighty name

A monarch of the mind.

Me, heaven's bright galaxy shall greet
Theirs by primordial choice,
And earth the eternal tones repeat
Of my prophetic voice.

Stung in her turn, the heartless fair
Who proudly eyes me now,

Tune oh! my soul thy loftiest strain,

Exult in song and glee,

For scorn has snapped each earthlier chain And set the immortal free.

Minds destined to a glorious shape
Must first affliction feel;

Wine oozes from the trodden grape,
Iron's blistered into steel;

So gushes from affection bruised
Ambition's purple tide,

And steadfast faith unkindly used
Hardens to stubborn pride.

XXII. FROM THE ITALIAN.

OCCHI ! stelle immortali,

Cagione de' miei mali!

Se chiusi m' ammazate,

Aperti che farete!

EYES, like stars in heaven that glow,

Eyes, creators of my woe!

If e'en closed, my soul ye slew,

XXIII. WHAT'S IN A NAME?-Anon.

IN names a mystic virtue lies
Concealed but clear to loving eyes,
And sounds have influence to control
The inmost workings of the soul.