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The bounding pulse, the languid limb,
The changing spirit's rise and fall,
For these are felt by all.
Enjoyed—but his delights are fled ;
And foes—his foes are dead.
He loved-but whom he loved, the grave
Hath lost in its unconscious womb; Oh she was fair! but nought could save
Her beauty from the tomb.
He saw whatever thou hast seen;
Encountered all that troubles thee; He was—whatever thou hast been;
He is—what thou shalt be.
The rolling seasons, day and night,
Sun, moon, and stars, the earth, the main, Erewhile his portion, life, and light,
To him exist in vain.
The clouds and sunbeams, o'er his eye
That once their shades and glory threw, Have left in yonder silent sky,
No vestige where they flew.
The annals of the human race,
Their ruins since the world began, Of him afford no other trace
Than this—there lived a man!
THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER.—(Pope.)
In every clime adored,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord !
Who all my sense confined,
And that myself am blind;
Yet gave me, in this dark estate,
To see the good from ill; And binding nature fast in fate,
Left free the human will :
What conscience dictates to be done,
Or warns me not to do;
That, more than heaven pursue.
What blessings thy free bounty gives,
Let me not cast away ;
To enjoy is to obey.
Yet not to earth's contracted span
Thy goodness let me bound,
When thousand worlds are round.
Let not this weak, unknowing hand,
Presume thy bolts to throw,
On each I judge Thy foe.
If I am right, Thy grace impart,
Still in the right to stay ;
To find that better way!
Or impious discontent,
Or aught thy goodness lent.
To hide the fault I see:
That mercy show to me.
Since quicken'd by Thy breath;
All else beneath the sun,
And let Thy will be done.
Whose altar, earth, sea, skies;
All nature's incense rise !
WHERE THERE'S A WILL THERE'S A
WAY.-(7. Godfrey Saxc.)
In Rome's imperial day,
Before the castle say :
There is no way to shake it !"
Where there's a Will, there's a Way. 135
“On! on!" exclaimed the hero;
“I'll find a way, or make it."
Her path is steep and high ;
Content to gaze and sigh.
But he alone can take it
I'll find a way, or make it !”
There is no royal road;
Must climb to her abode;
In Helicon may slake it,
“To find a way, or make it !"
They must be bravely sought;
The boon cannot be bought :
But only he can take it,
“ I'll find a way, or make it !"
The tale has ever been,
The brave are they who win :
A lover still may take it,
“I'll find a way, or make it !"
YOUNG LOCHINVAR.—(Scott.) O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west; Through all the wide Border his steed was the best; And save his good broadsword, he weapons had
none; He rode all unarm’d, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar. He stayed not for brake, and he stopp'd not for
stone, He swam the Esk river where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. So boldly he enter'd the Netherby Hall, 'Mong bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers, and
all : Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword, (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word)
in peace here, or come ye in war ? Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?”
I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied ;Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tideAnd now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar." The bride kiss'd the goblet; the knight took it up, He quaft'd off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She look'd down to blush, and she look'd up to
sigh, With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye.
“ O come ye