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When all around grew drear and dark,

And reason half withheld her ray-
And hope but shed a dying spark,

Which more misled my lonely way;

In that decp midnight of the mind,

And that internal strife of heart,
When dreading to be deemed tno kind,

The weak despair—the cold depart;

When fortune changed—and love fled far,

And hatred's shafts flew thick and fast,
Thou wert the solitary star
Which rose and set not to the last.

Oh! blest be thine unbroken light!

That watched me as a seraph's eye, ;
And stood between me and the night,

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,
· That still unbroke, though gently bent,
Still waves with fond fidelity

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 heart can feel—but will not move;

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.

TO TIME.

Time! on whose arbitrary wing

The varying hours must flag or fly,
Whose tardy winter, fleeting spring,

But drag or drive us on to die
Hail thou! who on my birth bestowed

Those boons to all that know thee known; Yet belter I sustain thy load,

For now I bear the weight alone.
I would not one fond heart should share

The bitter moments thou hast given;
And pardon thee, since thou could'st spare

All that I loved, to peace or heaven. To them by joy or rest, on me

Thy future ills shall press in vain ;
I nothing owe but years to thee, ·

A debt already paid in pain.
Yet even that pain was some relief ;

It felt, but still forgot thy power :
The active agony of grief

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;
One star alone shot forth a spark

To prove thee-not Eternity.
That beam hath sunk, and now thou art

A blank; a thing to count and curse

Through each dull tedious trifling part,

Which all regret, yet all rchearse.
One scene even thou canst not deform;

The limit of thy sloth or speed,
When future wanderers bear the storm

Which we shall sleep too sound to heed :
And I can smile to think how weak

Thine efforts shortly shall be shown,
When all the vengeance thou canst wreak

Must fall upon-a nameless stone!

WINDSOR POETICS.

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,
By headless Charles see heartless Henry lies;
Between them stands another sceptered thing,
It moves, it reigns, in all but name-a king :
Charles to his people, Henry to his wife,
-In him the double tyrant starts to life;
Justice and Death have mix'd their dust in vain,
Each royal vampyre wakes to life again.
Ah! what can tombs avail—since these disgorge
The blood and dust of both-tó mould a George.

1813.

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