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When all around grew drear and dark,
And reason half withheld her ray-
Which more misled my lonely way;
In that decp midnight of the mind,
And that internal strife of heart,
The weak despair—the cold depart;
When fortune changed—and love fled far,
And hatred's shafts flew thick and fast,
Oh! blest be thine unbroken light!
That watched me as a seraph's eye, ;
For ever shining sweetly nigh.
And when the cloud upon us came,
Which strove to blacken o'er thy ray„Then purer spread its gentle flame,
And dashed the darkness all away.
Still may thy spirit dwell on mine,
And teach it what to brave or brook · There's more in one soft word of thine,
Than in the world's defied rebuke.
Thou stood'st, as stands a lovely tree,
Its boughs above a monument.
The winds might rend--the skies might pour,
But there thou wert--and still would'st be Devoted in the stormiest hour
To shed thy weeping leaves o’er me.
But thou and thine shall know no blight,
Whatever fate on me may fall;' For heaven in sunshine will requite
The kind—and thee the most of all.
Then let the ties of baffled love
Be broken-hine will never break;
Thy soul, though soft, will never sbake.
And these, when all was lost beside,
Were found and still arc fixed in theeAnd bearing still a breast so uicd,
Earth is no desart-cy'n to me.
Time! on whose arbitrary wing
The varying hours must flag or fly,
But drag or drive us on to die
Those boons to all that know thee known; Yet belter I sustain thy load,
For now I bear the weight alone.
The bitter moments thou hast given;
All that I loved, to peace or heaven. To them by joy or rest, on me
Thy future ills shall press in vain ;
A debt already paid in pain.
It felt, but still forgot thy power :
Retards, but never counts the hour. In joy I've sigh’d to think thy flight
Would soon subside from swift to slow; Thy cloud could overcast the light,
But could not add a night to woe; For then, however drear and dark,
My soul was suited to thy sky;
To prove thee-not Eternity.
A blank; a thing to count and curse
Through each dull tedious trifling part,
Which all regret, yet all rchearse.
The limit of thy sloth or speed,
Which we shall sleep too sound to heed :
Thine efforts shortly shall be shown,
Must fall upon-a nameless stone!
Lines composed on the occasion of H. R. H. the Prince Re
gent being seen standing betwixt the coffins of Henri VIII and Charles I ; in the royal vault at Windsor.
Famed for contemptuous breach of sacred ties,