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Thou unsubdued, in silent majesty,
The tempest hast defied, and shalt defy !
The temple of our Sion so shall mock
The muttering storm, the very earthquake's shock,
Founded, O Christ, on thy eternal rock!

SUMMER EVENING, AT HOME.

COME, lovely Evening, with thy smile of peace

Visit my humble dwelling, welcomed in,

Not with loud shouts, and the throng'd city's din, But with such sounds as bid all tumult cease

Of the sick heart; the grasshopper's faint pipe

Beneath the blades of dewy grass unripe, The bleat of the lone lamb, the carol rude

Heard indistinctly from the village green,

The bird's last twitter from the hedge-row scene, Where, just before, the scatter'd crumbs I strew'd, Το pay

him for his farewell song,-all these Touch soothingly the troubled ear, and please The stilly-stirring fancies,-though my hours (For I have droop'd beneath life's early show'rs) Pass lonely oft,--and oft my heart is sad; Yet I can leave the world, and feel most glad To meet thee, Evening, here; here my own hand

Has deck'd with trees and shrubs the slopes around, And whilst the leaves by dying airs are fann'd,

Sweet to my spirit comes the farewell sound, That seems to say, “ Forget the transient tear Thy pale youth shed, -repose and peace are here."

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WINTER EVENING, AT HOME.

Fair moon ! that at the chilly day's decline

Of sharp December, through my cottage pane

Dost lovely look, smiling, though in thy wane; In thought, to scenes, serene and still as thine,

Wanders my heart, whilst I by turns survey

Thee slowly wheeling on thy evening way; And this my fire, whose dim, unequal light,

Just glimmering, bids each shadowy image fall

Sombrous and strange upon the dark’ning wall, Ere the clear tapers chase the deep'ning night! Yet thy still orb, seen through the freezing haze, Shines calm and clear without; and whilst I gaze I think-around me in this twilight roomI but remark mortality's sad gloom ; Whilst hope, and joy, cloudless and soft appear In the sweet beam that lights thy distant sphere!

SONNETS.

TIME.

O TIME! who know'st a lenient hand to lay

Softest on sorrow's wound, and slowly thence

(Lulling to sad repose the weary sense) The faint pang stealest, unperceived, away; On thee I rest my only hope at last,

And think, when thou hast dried the bitter tear

That flows in vain o'er all my soul held dear, I

may look back on every sorrow past,

And meet life's peaceful evening with a smile,

As some lone bird, at day's departing hour

Sings in the sunbeam of the transient shower, Forgetful, though its wings are wet the while :Yet, ah! how much must that poor heart endure Which hopes from thee, and thee alone, a cure!

DOVER CLIFFS.

On these white cliffs, that calm above the flood,

Uplift their shadowing heads, and, at their feet,

Scarce hear the surge that has for ages beat,
Sure many a lonely wanderer has stood ;
And whilst the lifted murmur met his ear,

And o'er the distant billows the still eve

Sail'd slow, has thought of all this heart must leave
To-morrow; of the friends he loved most dear;
Of social scenes, from which he wept to part;

But, if like me, he knew how fruitless all

The thoughts that would full fain the past recall,
Soon would he quell the risings of his heart,
And brave the wild winds and unhearing tide
The world his country, and his God his guide.

As one, who, by long wasting sickness worn,

Weary has watch'd the ling’ring night, and heard,

Heartless the carol of the matin bird Salute his lonely porch, now first at morn Goes forth, leaving his melancholy bed ;

He the green slope and level meadow views,

Delightful bathed in slow-ascending dews;
Or marks the clouds, that o'er the mountain's head,

In varying forms fantastic wander white;

Or turns his ear to every random song,

Heard the green river's winding marge along, The whilst each sense is steep'd in still delight: With such delight o'er all my heart I feel, Sweet Hope! thy fragrance pure and healing incense steal !

APRIL

ed ear,

Whose was the gentle voice, that, whispering sweet,

Promised, methought, long days of bliss sincere ?

Soothing it stole on my de Most like soft music, that might sometimes cheat Thoughts dark and drooping? 'Twas the voice of Hope:

Of love and social scenes, it seem'd to speak,

Of truth, of friendship, of affection meek;
That oh! poor friend, might to life's downward slope
Lead us in peace, and bless our latest hours.

Ah me! the prospect sadden'd as she sung ;

Loud on my startled ear the death-bell rung;
Chill darkness wrapt the pleasurable bow'rs,
Whilst horror, pointing to yon breathless clay,
“No peace be thine," exclaim'd, “away! away!"

MAY.

How shall I meet thee, Summer, wont to fill

My heart with gladness, when thy pleasant tide

First came, and on each coomb's romantic side Was heard the distant cuckoo's hollow bill ? Fresh flow'rs shall fringe the wild brink of the stream,

As with the song of joyance and of hope,

The hedge-rows shall ring aloud, and on the slope The poplars sparkle on the transient beam,

The shrubs and laurels which I love to tend,

Thinking their May-tide fragrance might delight, With many a peaceful charm, thee, my best friend,

Shall put forth their green shoot, and cheer the sight! But I shall mark their hues with sick’ning eyes, And weep for her who in the cold grave lies !

NETLEY ABBEY.

Fall'n pile! I ask not what has been thy fate;

But when the weak winds, wafted from the main,

Through each rent arch, like spirits that complain, Come hollow to my ear, I meditate On this world's passing pageant, and the lot

Of those who once full proudly in their prime

And beauteous might have stood, till bow'd by time Or injury, their early boast forgot, They may have fallen like thee; pale and forlorn,

Their brows, besprent with thin hairs, white as snow,

They lift, majestic yet, as they would scorn This short-lived scene of vanity and wo; Whilst on their sad looks, smilingly, they bear The trace of creeping age, and the dim hue of care!

REMEMBRANCE.

I shall look back, when on the main,

Back to my native isle,
And almost think I hear again

Thy voice, and view thy smile.

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