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THE AGES OF MAN. Youth, fond youth! to thee in life's gay morning, New and wonderful are heaven and earth; Health the hills, content the fields adorning, Nature rings with melody and mirth; Love invisible, beneath, above, Conquers all things; all things yield to love. Time, swift time, from years their motion stealing, Unperceived hath sober manhood brought: Truth, her pure and humble forms revealing, Peoples fancy's fairy-land with thought; Then the heart, no longer prone to roam, Loves, loves best, the quiet bliss of home. Age, old age, in sickness, pain, and sorrow, Creeps with lengthening shadow o'er the scene; Life was yesterday, 'tis death to-morrow, And to-day the agony between : Then how longs the weary soul for thee, Biight and beautiful eternity!
I should be loath to fall
THE ADVENTURE OF A STAR.
ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY.
ASPIRATIONS OF YOUTH. HIGJER, higher will we climb Up the mount of glory, That our names may live through time In our country's story: Happy, when her welfare calls, He who conquers, he who falls, Deeper, deeper let us toil In the mines of knowledgeNature's wealth and learning's spoil Win from school and college ; Delve we there for richer gems Than the stars of diadems. Onward, onward will we press Through the path of duty; Virtue is true happiness, Excellence true beauty : Mirds are of supernal birth, Let us make a heaven of earth. Close and closer then we knit Hearts and hands together, Where our fireside comforts sit In the wildest weather: 0! they wander wide, who roam For the joys of life, from home: Nearer, dearer bands of love Draw our souls in union, To our Father's house above, To the saints' communion ; Thither every hope ascend, There may all our labours end.
A STAR would be a flower ;
THE FALLING LEAF.
WERE I a trembling leaf,
Ånd polyanthuses display'd
Our star, in melancholy state, The brilliance of their gold brocade :
Still sigh'd to find itself alone, Here hyacinths of heavenly blue
Neglected, cold, and desolate, Shook their rich tresses to the morn,
Unknowing and unknown.
It saw that circlet empty in the sky
In that same instant, sore amazed,
On the strange blank all nature gazed; Was sweeter, in the blast of death,
Travellers, bewilderd for their guide, Than all the lavish fragrance of the thyme. In glens and forests lost their way;
And ships, on ocean's trackless tide, Amidst this gorgeous train,
Went fearfully astray. Our truant star shone forth in vain ;
The star, now wiser for its folly, knew
Its duty, dignity, and bliss at home;
Resolved no more to roam.
One hint the humble bard may send -Astronomers may shake their polls,
To her for whom these lines are pennid: And tell me,-every orb that rolls
-0 may it be enough for her Through heaven's sublime expanse
To shine in her own character ! Is sun or world, whose speed and size
O may she be content to grace,
On earth, in heaven, her proper place!
MAKE WAY FOR LIBERTY.
On the exploit of Arnold Winkelried at the battle of Sem-A star's a star !-but when I think
pach, in which the Swiss, fighting for their independe Of sun or world, the star I sink;
ence, totally defealed the Austrians, in the fourteenth Wherefore in verse, at least in mine,
century. Stars, like themselves, in spite of fate, shall shine.
“MAKE way for liberty !"--he cried;
Made way for liberty, and died !
In arms the Austrian phalanx stood, - Where all was jollity around,
A living wall, a human wood! No fellowship the stranger found.
A wall, where every conscious stone Those low liest children of the earth,
Seem'd to its kindred thousands grown; That never leave their mother's lap,
A rampart all assaults to bear, Companions in their harmless mirth,
Till time to dust their frames should wear; Were smiling, blushing, dancing there,
A wood like that enchanted grove* Feasting on dew, and light, and air,
In which with fiends Rinaldo strove, And fearing no mishap,
Where every silent tree possess'd Save from the hand of lady fair,
A spirit prisond in its breast, Who, on her wonted walk,
Which the first stroke of coming strife Pluck'd one and then another,
Would startle into hideous life, A sister or a brother,
So dense, so still, the Austrians stood, From its elastic stalk;
A living wall, a human wood! Happy, no doubt, for one sharp pang, to die
Impregnable their front appears, On her sweet bosom, withering in her eye.
All horrent with projected spears,
Whose polish'd points before them shine, Thus all day long that star's hard lot,
From flank to flank, one brilliant line, While bliss and beauty ran to waste,
Bright as the breakers' splendours run
Along the billows, to the sun.
Opposed to these a hovering band
Contended for their native land:
Peasants, whose new-found strength had broke It kindled through the deepening night,
From manly necks th’ignoble yoke, Till the green bower, so dim by day,
And forged their fetters into swords,
On equal terms to fight their lords :
And what insurgent rage had gain',
In many a mortal fray maintaind; dreams.
• See Tasso's Jerusalem Delivered, canto xviii.
An earthquake could not overthrow A city with a surer blow.
Thus Switzerland again was free: Thus death made way for liberty !
FOR THE FIRST LEAF OF A LADY'S
Marshall'd once more at freedoro's call,
And now the work of life and death
It must not be: This day, this hour,
FLOWER after flower comes forth in spring,
-till her eye,
It did depend on one, indeed ; Behold him,-Arnold Winkelried ! There sounds not to the trump of fame The echo of a nobler name. Unmark'd he stood amid the throng: In rumination deep and long, Till you might see, with sudden grace, The very thought come o'er his face, And by the motion of his form Anticipate the bursting storm ; And by th' uplifting of his brow Tell where the bolt would strike, and how.
THE FIRST LEAF OF AN ALBUM.
Ut pictura, poesis.- Hor. de Art. Poet.
But 'twas no sooner thought than done,
“Make way for liberty !” he cried,
“Make way for liberty !” he cried;
Swift to the breach his comrades fly;
Two lovely sisters here unite
And may the poet's verse, alike,
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