(For the Monitor.) LORD BYRON. I weep not that a foreign land I weep not that he passed away, I weep-flow on, flow on, my woe,- Before a grateful lay was given To him who gave the wond'rous art, I hop'd the UNCREATED FAIR Would fix the minstrel's vagrant eye, That gazing, wond'ring, kindling there, He'd tune his harp to strains on high; I hop'd that they who watch'd his bed, I hop'd-alas my hope was vain, I weep because his closing eye Ye sons of song, come twine the bays, To crown a genius bright and base, Shall charm and curse till time is o'er. HENRIETTA, (For the Monitor.) TIME THE UNIVERSAL COMFORTER. WHEN sorrow swells the aching breast, To pleasure's smiling scenes they fly, While tears of mutual sorrow flow; But vatn is pleasure's giddy round, The soothing smile of friendship vain; He bids the mourning spirit sing, An antidote for ev'ry woe; Alike he smiles on lowly fate, And courts where monarchs roll in state. When borne by fortune far away Or tost where troubled ocean roars, Let friends forsake, let foes assail, And fly those hours that found us blest, That shrouds the peaceful bourne of rest, Tis he unroll the scroll of fate, The anxious soul frees from a state Far, far removes life's gloomy cares, O! there shall ev'ry sorrow fly, Be wiped away the tear of wo, Joy beam from ev'ry sparkling eye, And happy spirits sigh no more. B. 1 TO CORRESPONDENTS. * We admire the spirit of F. P.'s piece, but after deliberately weighing the question, we think its practical merits will not justify its insertion on our pages.--Philaphysis, and some other communications, have been received. |