"Tis Mercy bids thee go. For thou ten thousand thousand years What though beneath thee man put forth His pomp, his pride, his skill; And arts that made fire, flood and earth, Yet mourn I not thy parted sway, And triumphs that beneath thee sprang, Entail'd on human hearts. Go, let oblivion's curtain fall Life's tragedy again. Its piteous pageants bring not back, Stretch'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd Ev'n I am weary in yon skies My lips that speak thy dirge of death- The eclipse of Nature spreads my pall,— The majesty of Darkness shall Receive my parting ghost! This spirit shall return to Him Go, Sun, while Mercy holds me up To drink this last and bitter cup Of grief that man shall tasteGo, tell the night that hides thy face, Thou saw'st the last of Adam's race, On Earth's sepulchral clod, The darkening universe defy To quench his Immortality, Or shake his trust in God! A DREAM. WELL may sleep present us fictions, Since our waking moments teem With such fanciful convictions As make life itself a dream.Half our daylight faith's a fable; Sleep disports with shadows too, Seeming in their turn as stable As the world we wake to view. Ne'er by day did Reason's mint Give my thoughts a clearer print Than was left by Phantasy In a bark, methought, lone steering, Sad regrets from past existence Came, like gales of chilling breath; Now seeming more, now less remote, But my soul revived at seeing As supernal beauty can, And as some sweet clarion's breath So his accents bade me brook "Types not this," I said, "fair spirit! Tat my death-hour is not come? Say, what days shall I inherit?— "No," he said, "yon phantom's aspect, Trust me, would appal thee worse, Held in clearly measured prospect:— Make not, for I overhear Thine unspoken thoughts as clear The close-brought tickings of a watch- That's now revolving in thy breast. 'Tis to live again, remeasuring Youth's years, like a scene rehearsed, In thy second lifetime treasuring Knowledge from the first. Hast thou felt, poor self-deceiver ! As to wish its fitful fever Could experience, ten times thine, Could thy flight Heaven's lightning shun! 'Scape the myriad shafts of Chance. Wouldst thou bear again Love's trouble Friendship's death-dissever'd ties; Toil to grasp or miss the bubble Of Ambition's prize? Say thy life's new guided action Flow'd from Virtue's fairest springs Still would Envy and Detraction Double not their stings? Worth itself is but a charter To be mankind's distinguish'd martyr" -I caught the moral, and cried, "Hail! Envying, fearing, hating none— Guardian Spirit, steer me on!" VALEDICTORY STANZAS ΤΟ J. P. KEMBLE, ESQ. COMPOSED FOR A PUBLIC MEETING HELD JUNE, 1817 PRIDE of the British stage, A long and last adieu! Whose image brought th' heroic age Revived to Fancy's view. Like fields refresh'd with dewy light When the sun smiles his last, Thy parting presence makes more bright Our memory of the past; And memory conjures feelings up That wine or music need not swell, As high we lift the festal cup To Kemble-fare thee well! His was the spell o'er hearts Full many a tone of thought sublime, |