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Who ktt&ws tfa« seci^ty It^imt heart ojt man, '^J^' ?t And all his strivings her6'%^ai^itii t%B, j sun, ; • May his ii^mfi brig^hten with the hpfie of >ea]&, .^ Friendship bnt gives fJAe Eloqiiene^ t>f Tearti W. ^'• Maldeil, Mass., 108 Porter street. # ^v: p '^ y :^2^-^2>^ .x-^^J^^^e.^^^ POEMS f ^ ^ AND ■'•>^ ^'^ C^^^**^ .^^ 4^,.^.'-:^^ s It ir 1 T s ^ .-V » BY M^ -^ -t ^^ASTTHSi^ ^yULj^^ ^^ Where it tbe beanty, lore and truth w««e«k. 3at in o«r minda."— SBiLusir. <^mmmmm ST. JOHN, N. B. \imM\. 'mar vw a «r vh» ■«» jA ^^ A «iK«i 1866. HtCROFItMEB ) *,- 1 .-■i,-; .. ..' . , : • 4\V^ \ establish any reputatiQu as a poet. They Ijiavo been eonpposed in mo- ments of leisure srfatfln-d from tlie time devcjjted to ihe labors of the .desk, and, their imperfec tions ranst be excused by the reader in con*, sideration of the haste and t,he unfavorable circumstances uniler which they were written •-.., ■"'Si^^^'' ^ •\ a THE ARTIST. An Ai-tist In his studio muted. With pensive mien and thoaghtftil eye ; He gAJcM upon the setting sun, And then upon the glowing sky ; Till all entranced by future hope. And visions of a brighter day ; An image rose upon his mind, He thought the pencil could portray. He long had dreara'd of future fame, But now his mind frech courage took ; Like that which youth receives from hope. Before the heart a care can brook ; A moment o'er his spirit came A spell of stiength he deem'd divine ; With throbbing heart and nervous iVame He bowed his soul to labor's shrine. No sacrifice to tholight he made, To hold in mind this image fair ; But unto God his eyes he raised, That he would answer all his prayer. And give him hope and faith and skill— Sich as the great alone can know — To battle with all seeming ill. Through doubt, despair, through fear and woe . From early mom till eve he wrought, I doubt and fear : I joy. And oft his soul an impulse caught From friends in youth whom love made d<^ ar iiiii still the ghost of dark cF^tpair Would vi^t oft his saddened raind j till burden 'd o'er with grief and care He found no joy iifi human Mnd. €fh ! then how sad. hit ipirit felt "tv^jeD it 6f hope wai all bereft. While at the shrine of fa^ith he knelt And longM for quiet peace and resi ; It came to him in slumbers 6alm, Refreshing to the #eary frame, A soothing remedy and balm Unto ki^ restless fever'd brain. At last the shadows of the soul Beneath hope's beams now melt fiway ; He seefii the bright reward and goal Which will his care and toil repay ; He labors with a steady hand To give his fair creation birth j Ideal gem from beauty's strand. More dear to him than, aught on earth. How like a bud beneath his eye, It slowly to perfection came ; Alas ! but beauty even will die. And labor ;7ill be spent in vain ; He doubted now his strength of mind, The palette, brush were thrown aside ; The dreanls of hope and joy combin'd Were ndught to tbiit the soul denied. The liaintibg uncdmpietod stood. All had been done his art could do ; A» lovti$ T,..ta they reathc adieu; la&m •\ '^ ^ «s v r Who loth to part, ipell-boand rcmafn; Unconsoious of the parting honr; till memory Wftkes her magic train From griefs dark shadow'd hour. tn anguish and despair he took The brush and daub'd the picture o'er ; 111 strength of will the soul forsook ^ And left him as in gri«f before ; His mind inadequate to bear The image whichit had possessed, Was sunk in apathy and care, And longM again for peace and rest. How restless seem'd his spirit now^, All thoughts intense h!a soul had fled; A heaviness was on his brow — , A pallor as becomes the dead ; The image which his soul had formed Was but a passing summer's dream ; So thought its beauteous being warm'd, The life, the soul of every theme. Oh ! Poet Painter ^now thou this, 'Tis strength oi thought that bears the prize ; Allied to patient labor is The triumph of the great and wise ; Rush not to action till you think, Tho* beauty charms the spirit's eye ; Thought is the great mysterious link Which joins the soul to God cm high. Trust not to fancy's magic court, But pay respect to reasons's throne ; illusive fomis there dance and sport. But i uth ift here and tnith alone ; 8 tSho ever dwells in strength with thought: And both are one in right divine ^ All lofty spirits here have brought Immortal treasures to her shrine. i •^immm ASPIRATIONS. How infinite do all things seem In nature, when we vainly hope To trace all things throughout their scope ; The shadow rests, and we but dream. It is but glimpses whiVh we see Of the fitenial, the Divine ; Vain longing for the golden time. When death reveals all mystery. Doth d4ath reveal ? Oh ! let us hoard The truth, as misers do their store ; On Ftiith*s swift wing we mount and soar. Till in the end we gain reward. But, ah I 'tis vain to hops and dream, This form of clay confines the spark ; While we go groping in the dark, Our senses veird as with a screen. Only at times the spirit mounts. Divested of this garb of clay ; Btti- af\/\*\ ♦Krt iT'ciS^-k** fairlAO awrotr Which lured us to the Eternal founts. S-iai. i Tlioy lead Its on, we hope to soar, Faith s garments trailing in the duf And days alternUte come and ga. The noblest life #iat man can lead Is that of perfect love and truth, Obedience to the dreams of youth, Faith in each htxnest thouo^ht and deedf. twowell my heart, the day declines, A golden sunset crowns the sky ; Thy toil is o*er, thy rest is niofhv So fold away these idle rhymes; 1 iD^Tl LILACS. tJndcr the lilacs you and 1 Sat in the slumberous summer's eve ; When the sunset bum*d in th« golden sky, And brilliant hues around did weave ; A gorgeous lijfht to enchant the sight, Recalling visions^f past delight. l)o yoti remember that summer fair — That holy hour, that blissful time. The odor of flowers perfumed the air. And thou my love in thy youthful prime ; When life to the ardent spirit seems An entrancing spell of blissful dreams. in my hand thine own was fondly clasp*d, And with tender «ye I gaz'd on thee ; ' T /♦ We thoiagfat not then dtthe saddening ]^st. But ihe hapi^ future yet to be, Which shone in guidon colors bright tJnder the spiiit^s enchanted sight. » Ortfce more we sit in the shady grove,' But the waning light ot chat day had fled'; Time on pinions unseen doth move, And numbers still the living and dead ; All things arechang'd save thy own lov'd face,' And th&charm Which lingers round the place. Oh ! there are ; lings wl ich never die. And hopes which will live beyond the tomb,/ Enshrined in the soul of memory ; In another world like flowets to bloom ; In a fairer paradise than ours, When love i^hall lead the golden ho^r^i. ..■* < *■ TO MARIA. ' t bfing no flowers of verse to thee^ This offering poor is all my own ; Despise it not, on love's fair throne' ^is plac'd ; and may'st thou ever see The emblem of a love, as pure As sainted anchorites of old. As strong as misers for their gold $ And ardent in its truth sincere, And growing stvonger every year, That even absence cannot lure 12 It trom the dreams of early youth, When in its innocence and truth, Hope smiled upon it calm and pure j There's nothing mightier than love When guided by the moral sense, Tho' in its fervor most intense, Tet guided with faith from above. My star is set in passion's sky, And thou the angel watcher there s And I would have thy every prayer> Because love's safe with virtue nigh. You do not know how much 3 love* 'Tis more than language can express It it indeed expressionless. And boundless as the realm above. What mighty strength there is in love ; You do not know how much I owe To thee in all the mind doth know What fields of thought the mind doth move Though gathering beauty in its path ♦, • And gaining strength and freedom too, As birds which sail the empyrean blue. Or storms descending in their wrath. An impulse grows upon me now ; A yearning thought, a wild desire To cultivate the muse's lyre. And bind the laurel to my brow. This would I do, but not for fame, Tis but a thought that dwells in thee ; For love as boundless as the sea Cares nothing for an idle name. K^ '^ 13 Win. i> fools scoff at ; wondering how This being into power grew ; And what his state, and form, and hne ; From*whence he came all to avow. Lady, scorn not these idle rhymes ; Perhaps we may agaid oft meet. To hold lov'd converse and to greet The joy you take in all my lines. A beauty dwelleth in the soul Of those of fine impulses f6rm'd ; To take delight and to be warmed By nature as her seasons roll Around the globe, from year to year, From spring to winter, in the time Of each we learn how to incline. The soul to cultivate, fond hope to cheer. And ithou art formed to take delight, Jn nature and in books of thought ; And this congenial taste has brought My soul to thee, thou bad^st me write ; ■ Thj love and beauty taught me this ; Thy influence doth color all The future, and I willing fall Before the shrine where beauty is. ' Seeking inspiration found in thee. And singing on my lonely way ; Avoiding paths which lead astray — The paths of dark iniquity ; The culture of all moral truth, Qf. intellect I learn of thee : iLnd Um the muse's theme should \»^ U it woiiid be the guide for youth. Farewell till ^exi again we mcjet« Weak is my eloquence of love ; This 8ong,^Ias ! will tr ly proxP, That words are nought ,^ut vafa and we^lu SUSPIRIA. ^pld the hands and close the eyelids, ^ For the long day's work is done; |iow retire in peace ^nd gladness; Wa'ce before the morning sun ; Learn to srize, thro* grief and sorrow, C^ntentnratit for eacli coming morrow ' /' Every ^ay jijIoUi biji^g its labor. G^re doth , linger on .^pjir way j We ^lave need ot liop^ and patiei^pe. Faith to te^ch uf how, to pray For exalted trust in b^y^n, That all ii^may be forjgiven. Fold the hmds aud clo98 the eyelids. Be content with^all the i^f^ih ,, That in viutue tl^ou art ipiialun^ Banish $U1 remorse fm4 pViip ; With ]»aatiui^^,0j^A^i^^m s 16 BY THE m. ■ The melody of murmuring waves, Is ^weet to bear upon the shore { When the skj is blue and calm imd clear, And Nature opes her treasured storey In this delightful month of June When flowera are wafting sweet perfume. jtlow clear the wtuters sparkle round. Like diamonds glistening in the^fun; Upon the air their comes no souQd Save waves that murmur as they ^un. And break upon the barren shore. As they have done long years before. ^Tis sweet to linger on this spot. Far from the city's noise and heat. And hold coniQiijinion with the forms Of Nature in her pwn retreat, And feel that man is not alone While she doth rear her boundless jU^roJC 0:1 restless Jieart, beo^m luid sflll, . An4 feel the influti^ce of this hour ; Let no di^urbing p^siops fill The soul that now doth owij th^poVer Of all things bvautiful an4 faix Which fills the aea and land a«,d.iji]r. iO ! Spia^; thy c^ajseless el)b ^n d fl9 w. In storm and cal«i, when ^,i|id§, a^f^Jtugh. Is Jike the deep, Jim8UfOi*tal ^9ul Which oft m^ay c)^uage but iieT:e]r/iie ; 'Tlimnorh nvolHB of unendinfi^lima 'TwiU live in ;fc ^rjffturer dime. <*^-%^. g||^^ 16 Tis Nature^s scenes inspire the soul, And teach far more than words can tell, This truth while still the ages roll The poet oft doth know full well ; Who can with mind interpret rlg^ht The sceiies which gladden mortal sight. In solitude wo learn to feel, How mighty is that power divine, Who rules o^er all the land and sea. By laws which CP.nnot change with time ^ He knows the toll — the strife for power Which waste alike lifers little hour. And here beside this wild sea shore Thoughts roll like waves upon the mind, I think of all life's scenes livM o'er So fraught with griei and joy combined, While sad emotions Swell the heart And cause the pensive tear to start For here upon the smooth sea beach I walkM with one long years ago ; A dear, dear friend, whom I still love, Wliose voice was mild and soft and lo«ir. We roan^M in childhood hand in handi ^ And ga^herM shells upon the strand. And voicef come ttpbn the ear From out the wavers low hollow moan, The friend of youth to me most dear, In fancy calls in tenderett tone, EntrancM I gaze with thoughful eye And seem to hear each fond '* good bye/^ Sweet vifliona of the post ariae» L ,Of love and mem'ry ,^ hope and jojr,^ ^ ^When in loy'd chil^ood's hapjpy dayd' '' I wanderM here a careless boy, " k And swam, 'mid waves and breaSfers ^d^ While lond\y ro^r'd the swelling tidel ^ Time hasti^j» »n, bM'NMSore sdll l8>everbeaiidfal and fair;' This shore, «ach vale, and mnrmtiritil; ri|[ Are dear to me beyond conipare ; The soul may travel on Its waj^; But memory hdilows time^lB debajf. ini rv-" 1 ^mmt'it She neyer told her love, j f^ Tho? her heart waafuUapdwanik^ Her gii^lesfl^ modesty concealed The thong^^Uiat eould^ ahom^ " Thethrobbings^ofherbreaatK . ^^ Ifshe fond love could sp^iil^)^; t ,x^ .4Bd((lj|ii|8 hiji^fiief pr^fd on hier And stained her damaakieiiej^ Alone by the lattice .^^, r ' ^ She watc^€# Ibe I X Lon^ the time since our last adieu, Changes have come, yet our hearts are gay ; Old faces look brigfal; this winti^ mom. Gladness and joy da ehase each fear^ No feeling aught, save this is born^^i , , ; , To greet the joyous gjlad New Tear, * Happy I feel to see yon here, Tell me all of the news to-day ; Was Laura May engaged this year, Who wasiit eIop64 with Maggie Gray? Be not so silent, pray speak out. How dull these tiresome Tisits seern^ I hope you have not got the gout« Ot'sniftring' from the horrtd^Bptoeaf^ ■ ni- Your flMMis dx3f be^ fom »bni»f, - I thought yon all uiplmmour gay ;, But there you sit in sUenoo meekr Joy has Mghtened youv wits^awaj^i; You boast h6w many oiiaiiiiyouii»mad©r- How xnimy heaarts admtireiyoav sif }e^ « / Poor silly men, I*m half afraid You staled a1^n6tMng^aU: m whife; ■'■■■.■ •iut^ba-H-i\ : . What, off again, and tiiat so aoWr I ask it as a gratefiil boon For all 3i^ur ifiaeohesdni repiyjt. AAVTT To cheer tbis^hai^^ foslAlrtipe^ 20 Alas ! I fenr.tliii fqssilideadjif n i f^i if Would put to 0hame these souls of thine^ She wav'd her wtite an^ lily hand, ' A twinkllfig laughtegr in 'her eye ; They bow*d obeisance in command, And only spdke a 1»me ** good •bye;'* Once in the room lier mirth rang out ' In chorus to the jingling beWS; How mirthful was the laugh and Shout* Which dild upon their mute farewellii. I»^ HEIORUI*. «.»■■"// wm rg JBN ON ms dba.th ov rMUUKf: Jav >■' ';< And thou art gone in youth'* loT'd p^i^ Unto the happy home above ; Fond brothera«-4iiste8» mourn feer thefftiiti^^T The idol Of their fondest doive ; ; But hope is here^ it looks beyond i The jiarrow prison-house of cla(^ f : 'TwiU comfort still the jhettrtSNthatiiiiMnii^ , In Faith they^U see thy form alway.^ O ! chewb'd one» belayed by. thoflfi* Whom friendship early doth endeior ; The link is 1»roken and wamovaxt, « Bemembrance claims a falling tear^r , For sorrow doth reoallithe,paet»r The pleasuree of the fadiiw year-?** 77 UCU bUVa 7TV% With lovliig friends beside thee heie^^v 2^1 »''Vy lii '%f- *',' The spell is broken, Joys'lbi^f fled, The past \s like a summer^s dream ; ^ We monm Ibr one osird home to Qod, While lill things are not what they MtoY^ The shadtow of a darkened grifef ^ w aw .. Stole o'er npon all hearts thftt 4ay \ ^ When thro' the winter's sombre gloom, We bore,' aias, tfiy pltU away. How transient is life's littlS'liHU]*, The flowef f^at blbomsr soon fiid^s a»td dies^ This life is like the changing hues Which crown the winter's sunset' skies ;: While death is but the closing veil Drawn o'er eternity and time } j We soon shall wake to view at lastf God's promises* of love sublimie^ And let OS hope that thou art blest Among the stairry choir above ; Who round the bright Eternal ThroneT Do sing of gladness and of love— This thought alonv will' soothe t^ griei A parent's heart doth suffer here ; 'Twill mitigate affliction's ills, And stay the sistoY'S ialHngDeai^. The year, tb© year is on the wane,' Meet time to ttfke a last farewell « Of one, no more of earth now knows. While solenm tolls the ftnteral bell ', O youth is saered unto death, hi When snatoh'd away in life's lov'd bloom, f^« _ ^L 1 JL he Uufadiag^ OrOwH lis t£im4; uy wear. Beyond the cold and cheerless tomb. VERSES. Ohl Jing, my loy^, tiiiit songagain, ^And lei. '«» numbwf wildly flo«l; It will tootke thel^^atB deop pnbt Softened ift caob 4.. nder note. Once 1 heard it long ago, LoVd one by thy gentle side ; Ere a shade of grief «r woe JJPjfill^f^e and »e reside. Once again prolong its strain* O, I lore the tones full well ] Visions float before thie brain. Haunted by its magic spell. There are oliifit songs yon idng, Still more pleasing to the ear ; But this sweet strain oft doth bring, Memories of days stitt dear. STAR OF m WEST, Westward ahines the bright pure Atwi Of our ftitare fame and story ; '*'il)c?rims eoming from a its shitting rays ot glory. fl AM. >an this land wntroddtsn B^ cppressi^n, want and woe^ Than (he teeming East can sbow. i Not throi^k war, mad itHfe. aad npiiK^ Shall America he ctx>wuad ; Peace will guidt; the years of trfnmpk As they speed i.. honor round. Tis not Idnfs or royal baubles That doth make a nation strong; Nor doth war improve the people ; Virtue can not flow ttom wrong. Here beneath the sky of freedont We wMl shout the juithem free ; Souk are here to teach us wisdom* Faith and love and loyalty ! Sihout the anthem of our country Till the choral strains prolong, 0*er the valUes, hills and meadows In a flowing tide of song ! ** t.' .».«A Westward ho I the O3cilo orieth As he sees the star on l^gh; Guiding him to where it ahineth. In the occidental sky;; Welcome ! istiet he in tho ttioming» ., u Froim the water's dark expanse; To the eye is thy bright gleaming ^ Like a iov«r^s feririd glan^oe. Westward ho ! cry Europe's minions. And the wise in thouglili and^j^ech ; Let us leave these proud dominions. And a oobl^ lesson teach. We are «iek of slavish customs, And the crowded cities vast ; Where all laws 'jow in obeisance To the dead and storied past. * »* 24 Westwatd'ho ! the bright »tar gleamfeti,' la the starry heayena brighj; ; ^ig a symbol which now seemeth Prophet of the future light ; , ■^hich shall shine resplendent ever O'er the world in futu'te yekrs ; Bright tho* cruel Iiearted tyrants Bathe the earth in blood and tears. Jlere a noble creed is taught us, And the soul of mfeil is tree ; knowledge— scienee still dbth guide u»—' Equal laws arid liberty. iiay no despot e'er rtde o'er u^, May no gilded throne be seen ; Away wftih saintdrf pomp' and folly. Knowledge is the power supreme. ^e will make -the present ever Shed a gloty onf the past ; tVealth wiU flow like a foil ilver/ To the ocean shares at last ; And the Star we love will brighten This wide world from shore to shore, Knowledge— wisdom still incMfeasiag-* AddsMU store to.buried iore. 26 liTfM mm. Old Winter is a bttive old carle, Wrapt ih hidTAantW grey ; He comes'aiid brings along good* bKeer To us, his kih, alwiofy. iPhe frozen North oft welcomes hitay Clad in his old" de^be ; Both old and young do wiish hin< joy. When bounding onf the ice. * Chorus — Then hurrah ! for merry Winter, And all the joy Ihat^s ilear ; With clanging steed and skates of st6t3^ We hail the glad Kew Year ! Old Winter is a brave old carle, We love him as of old ; Whetf round the fireside rang the shouts Of songs and stories told. The brimming bowl we quaff to him. And banish all past care ; He comes and makes our spirits glad, The poorest know his fare. CnoRUS-^Then hurrah ! for m'irry "Winter, Old '^iater is'a brave old 6arle, His songs and jests are known Whenever voices swell the boards Or music lends its tone ;• We gi-eet him as at well known fricncf Beside the cheerful hearth ; With ringing shouts our voices blend' In happiness and mirths Chorum— -The . huitaht for merry Wintery Ac. 26 Tlie hour has came, and we must parV » From scenes our youth held dear ; Ah ! sorrow's tears too «pon will start, Yet stay thy presence her^ Or if thou go, receive I pray. This parting tribute now I send; From one who never did deceive, But ever is thy loving Mend. Alas! that love and friendship meet. And at the end no parting sweet f^^ To stay those pensive tears that rise, And soothe the heart with fond replies. Of hope a beacon from atar, That ever bright and shihiog stai*. To guide us throuj^ this vale of t^ars, A cloud, a suttsbine marr*d with fears. Alas ! for the fond dreams of youth, Tne days of innocence and truth ; When first I learned to love thy stoiles. Thy pleasing ways and artful wiles ; That won my soul in passion free— The music of love's minstrelsy. Those days are past, those scenes are gone, Yet back upon the mind they come, Like some long lov'd forgotten strain In power to lull all earthly pain j A requiem for those spirits fled, A prelude to those voiees icad ; While in my soul all, all will be, They'll live within my memory. And at this moment now I feel 27 A spell that lmi|^siihe soulix) thee; Thoughts in the mind 1 oan't'conceal. But oh ! wilt thou remember me ? And -when again our souls shall meet, Two hearts in uility to dwell ; Do thou in fond affection greet. The one who bids thee now fareiioeU, mm. Whflit joy pervades the good old Christmas tame. When all around the family board are met, Asd grief and fear are chained to cold r^'et, Because we love.sineeve ; our souls incline To meek respect, forgiving all past wrong — And petty jealousy which harbors carcf Then only is the past a sweet, sad soag^. While mutu^ love descends in prayer. This is the season when hearts grow in lov«. And peace her milk white wand of ht^ «x. tends; When entrance lorers and devoted friends Are strong in faith whtcli time can ne'er remove^ This time of peace should oftener come on earth. When souls are made so happy by its birth! 28' lldMlT. Fair art thou- in ttie pride of youth, Fairer still in the garb of truth j Fond hope, peace, joy and love divine Are lights which in tjiy soul do shine ; niumini'ng that brow so fair, Where no trace lies of grief or care j But where an angel look is seen, Unearthly, placid and serene. Like some calnl Itike wh^e waters clear Reflect the sky and foliage near ; So thy pure soul in beautJy dresf Shows all fond love -i^hm thy bifeast ; While hope, pteace, joy, like sta^rtf do shed^ A ray of glory rdund thy head, And bidk the hieart to own a sig^ So fair a The. dark wave doth di^^^' Thy sqid from my soid's riew^t Biltaeither storm nor tide <' Can stay my soul from^^a. •\ . ■ , , . . , . ^ The. 8tars.whioh niehtlv Ahme^ Jjiliiwa|K|,tQju8.yiew^ 80 Tke past when^iSlbtt wertmiftei. Ere yot love bi^e adfou; JIUjoyll'eelivihiBe. Thou ayrt a pari of me; And hold thftt spell dirisi«. Which cEiwxit'partod hew. In truth what stronger is Than lo¥e» pray who cantett^ No thrilling j<^ save this, 'Twill li¥e till Time'» farewell* •V rji^ i^f^n'ium What change has naade the place so diearP* Ah ! why the cruel question ask. When she, the loved, low lieth here. Her beauty^iara pal«# cold mask. The tresses sweep the polished neck. And float oTtc aU the bosom's mow ; The hands are^^orosa'di^BaB-more-diellieck The world^wddtslander, grief Of woe. Place flowers round the chaste cold bier Of one iBilifo; who loved them Willi; She only sleeps, audi will«appeav ^ Once more te-cMde. our sadlfuaewflai. O, sorrow most i^cts the hewtfi When summer reigns in glorious bloom ; JUie SOUi, m J&WSii uuua auAjr osss&s From thoughts tdlM unloiiM Iffimb. •1 But let her sleep^^ why should we moura, Since lifd is bat a Uttfle day ; We shall aigtAa. to her retam When all of earth has passed away/ So draw the onrtain^entiyhy. And gaze no more npen tiie dead'; ' From her shall come no fond reply To all the tears that love may shed. I I » H i I I ■ • ! ** Broadee and dei^er must we write our (fnnaU,'*' Out star of empire gtoamtcxi high, iW rays reflcilgetit shitie afiitr, A {glorious light ihiteedom's ie^ ; ibid may ho gloomy tempests ma^ The brightness of its shining rays Tnroughout the length of futnre days. ' r, Lo ! here we stand and watch and wait For light to guide the future years ; All former l^mip^nri strife^and hate Is lost amid fdrgdtten fear ; A gloriQas^t^re dawns an. high Of grandeur, wealtli,and libertgr! O^^Stafesmenrnow^toyoaisglTeff The power to make » nation jBtrong, A#air^£ftvoM under heti^renl' ; The clime of wild romaaiee and song, And loyil''httiitti&e#/trne and I^M^ «2 I Haco dwell the sons ofpatript sircii^ f The offspring .pf a noble race ; . Who keep alive iloY!d freedopi*f ^ei / ijid jipum the ^,nu|t face to fao0f 7 Who e*er [|boiild ^amp)e^ on or bind The hopes of fthe ^iffan^ortol jp[4^ Then wave on high the standard hoit^ WMclh oft has wav'd in days of yore ; Exnlt sons of the mart and plough For -Union from tHe farthest shore Of this our country to the Isles Where old Paoi^cweeps and smiles ! A bright day davns on this qur clhne. Which soon shall usher in the li^ht Of gr^^ur, g|»at*ess, wealth sublime^ The power to, Iqv^ find kid the right? We Shan not linger ifpL the rear . .^ Onr covntry , ^ias a glorious laiid, ;^ Majeslic; noble, free ; Where flpat through every vale aodg9Qf# TheairSiOfUb^rty.. ^»ii^uf Her fores^rieh ^vitji wealth onbdii|^\ But waitrthfii^sons of toilr ta huMitifv^ and deck each scene^ 38 Here rise the hills and vales we love ' With beauteous verdttre crown'd ; And rivers flowing to the sea With teeming wealth unfound ; ^ Here Nature holds her silent reign 0*er forest, vale and rill ; «><''! And blesses him who humble toils * » ^ With patient heart and will. God grant that this our land may be Kept free from faction's wile ! That no ambitious souls may strive ^ Her freedom to defile ; Or sully with seditious hate The honor of our name ; Still to our Country's flag we cling, And will preserve its fame. •^mtm^ TO fOEDSfORTH. Ithy spirit, Wordsworth, lingers yet abroad, In nature, and the walks of lowly men. Who take delight in all thy humble pen Hath here recorded ; thou wast sent from God A gifted soul with eloquence divine. To teach to man, in simple homely rhyme, The love, the joy which nature gives ; the sod 01 lov'd England is hallowed by thee. And pilgrims come across each stormy sea To bow before thy shrine ; the scenes you trod Through ring with thy mnch loved and honored name, 8 u And daily grows thy wide increasing ikme, Of thee — who loving nature sung of God ! Praise to thy name, oh f gifted poet seer, Who did'st exalt philosophy in verse ; Thou art in truth fond contemplation's nurse, Tho' critics may deride thee still, and sneer ; Though simple was thy song, yet virtues rare And manifold were taught by thee ; thou art One of the wise ot earth, thy laving heart Was m^ek, knd sacrificed to prayer. The noblest virtues dwell in noblest hearts, With passion power most often is allied ; But not with thee, thought dwelt apart, auci wide From all low desires and all base bom arts. The love of Nature, and thy simple life Glow in the themes which thou did'st sing so well; The sports of boyhood, and of youth dothteU In verse which rings with magic beauty rife. The lakes, the mountains of thy native clime Have by thy verse been j^lorifted in song ; Each scene in nature thou did'st study long--. The befiutiftiU terrtflo ahd sublihue ! O, wise recluse, much do I leirn fi'oiu thee In Verse, that seraphs mig^t have sung above. Of Hope and S'aith, meek charity and love. Which charmed our noble land of liberty. This humbre tribute to thy shrine I bring, Tis all this fdle moment uow can fi^viB ; ' But know that S^l thy iiifetiiol'y will live Ai Idhg ^ thought exists and poets sing. I - 85 \ I uri .udi sa beU LINCOLN. Linooln, thba »rt irortfcj 6( a nitton'g pride, Let narrow souls and false dissemblers sneer At all thy acts o| Justice done, tar and wide, Thy fame will dwell throughout each fiiture irruth, virtue, honesty, and power is thine. Thou rulest in unswerving love of right ; t*ho* bribed cormpdon darlcens the glad time. When liberty unveils her torch of light And proud rebellion lifts its gorgon head And smiles upon the evil it has done ; States robb'd, and power destroy'd, the pallid dead . Who fought that truth's loved cause might still be won. 5- ▼e. Work on, true patriot, in God> righteous cause. Proclaim his liberty throughout the land ; By wisdom guided, and just equal laws, Then truth and honor will walk hand in hand. All revolutions tend unto reform; From out of evil good doth often come ; The past is but the present; nations are bom To fight for justice till the cause is won* Truth, virtue, honor, love of nobler creed« Doth bid thee fight against unrighteous men ; The world Is wiser^holier for each deiod. When SQttis of strength 017 puianMii 1 amea I 86 TERCENTENABT ODE OH THE BIRTH 01 WnjJAl SHiESPEABE. With loud acclaim our voices raise In praise of him the immortal Bard ; Whose song will live throughout the days Of future years. Oh, let us guard His honor'd name and keep his memory pure and bright, While thought exists, till time is lost in ever- lasting night ! O soul sublime ! great sire of song ; Power and beauty, all were thine ; Thou wert most near unto divine, Among all men ; let scorn and wrong Heap their vile epithets upon thy name, They cannot lessen thy wide wondrous fame, Which widens with the years, to whom thou dost belong. Rise our voices high. In deep tones to the sky ; There are few powers save thine In Poesy sublime '' Who give us joy. We wisdom learn Of thee, who did'st in truth discern The secrets of the human breast ~ Its wants, desires, and passion's wild unrest O, best interpreter of Art divine, £mi)odiment of Genius wild and strong ; The type of Virtue's pure and sacred song; Tboa hast the world's great love e^en to tjhis time. Our hearts overflow with praise, And liuigoage vain doth raise 01 are rer- hoa rest 87 Its wealth of worda ia honor of thy name ; We only here can ipeak In words most poor and weak. In praises of thy great eternal flime. Thou wield'st a power more strong than prJiii« or king, For thee alone the Mnse essays to sing; And inspir'd prophets of thy noble task ' Approach thy shrine, to learn of thee and ask For inspiration from thy godlike page. The wonder still of each succeeding age. Dark was the hour when first thy star arose, And yet thy soul saw through the coming years *; Fair Liberty was vanquished by proud foes. The minds of men all clouded o*er with fears. The fears of Superstition dark and wild. And ignorance, her long neglected oliild. But thou did*st rise A king 'mong men, Endow'd with power divine ; With thoughts most wise. With Angers pen, Great lessons taught for tima. A noble palace did'st thou rear Of thought, imagination, here; Which feeble souls in vai * conceive, To understand and comprehend ; Thy Ariel did not better weave A subtle charm than thou that lend'st To art a magic we believe. Thy faiicy shone in colors bright Thy wit scintillantas the night, ^T «.«vu jjiivropiiui Kf CI- iiuv water piays ileneath the Moon's unclouded rays j 38 Thy jndgmeiit wns moft rftie and rfong: While Music charmed jthine ear to song ; And made thee Natnre'i wayward child. And all thflovittg sod! beguiled ; f^tfa, all her Bolensn mysteries. In all her mountains, cares and seas. O singf onto his naine. Great heir of earth-bottt fame, * Which wfll not die nor pass away ; How much we love That star above. Which through the nights of ages stray* Shout again in nobler strain, We are made nobler by his song; This day o'er ev«ry hill and plain^ And citites Vast, tiiey praise him lotf g, Who to all nations do belong ; , But chiefly England thou dost love. Thy favor'd so» who trod thy soil, And labored in the common toil Of those who found a home above. He drew his breath upon thy sod, Was toatur'd by thy very air ; When daisies deck'd the Spring's cold clod, And Avon's lonely banks were fair With violets and sweet wild flowers, Which ope their buds to April showers. O Poet seer ! O Prophet wise ! Thy tmths are many, and thy verse Oft in delight do we rehearse ; A strength, a beauty in it lies, -■-•ri • I A^-.^i.^r, 4-1%A a/v«%1 f-y^ fi*llf.n. VVOii^n CarpliViSi-CD «iiw trwwi sn-- ^ T The doul of manhood, age and youth. Our country's lyre was never strung I I )df 30 !rUi Shakspeare took It tii> find snog \ l7or was her glory e*er so known, In tones so wondrous irild and deep !. tteveal'd by his great strength alone. Then will we not his tneta'ry keep? Who swept the chords df Nature's lyre iJntil Genius did expiire ; Enraptured, maddeh*d hy itis toned, Which charm'd the World and all its tbroneft. We still delight in t^ee, And far across the sea Bend our response in honor of this day | This day of all the earth We greet with song and praisei ^or it has given birth Far in the olden days, To one whdse name will outUve clay When time itl»elf has passed away I Great is the ivdrtti of soul, Which holds such high control* * O^er other minds as thou dost here possess \ The world's great to-day Acknowledge still thy sway ; And thy immortal name doth praise and bless Who first among the sons of men Great truths did write with iflSpir'd pen j O Poet born to rtile the age, The future and the pttst are thine ; There's wisdom in thine every page Which thou hast left to hoary time* We read, atid pondet as >re tend* On all thy characters pc**ti*ayed J And see in every act and deed Stupendous strength of soul displayed. 40 To bring a new cwi^tion forth, Of human forms with voice to tell The passions, hopes, and loyes of earth. Which chain full oft, as with a spell. The soul to earth in bliss or woe, Where sinks the lover, friend and foe. O master of the deep-toned lyre. Who sounded all life's varied tones From every station to the thrones Of jewelled kings, still higher On the scroll of fame ; Is thy honor *d name Ttjan patron princes, nobly bomt With thoughts too mean lite to adorn I The strain ! the strain again ! Touch the chords to louder measure ; We glory in his name ; And we will guard his halloWM treasure Feft to time, while years shall roll . Around the globe from pole to pole. Gathering, as they still do run. Immortal honors nobly won ! Thy stream, sweet Avon, glides along As smooth as in the days of yore ; When first the poet woke his song. And musing wander'd on thy shore. There weary pilgrims wandering sttay. To bow before the Poet's shrine ; And think of all that's passM away Of him beyond the the light of day. Where honors bright do shine. Oh, England ! much we love thy soil. Thou land of free-borii, god-like men ; There art and science still doth toil, 41 And thoughts are writ with burning pen- Which will not be erased by time. Through every mountain, vale, and glen. Resounds our Shakspeare's mighty rhyme ; In echoes deep it peals along, Thro' other climes of art and song. A HEIORT. I am thinking, I am thinking, of the days That are no more, As I stand here on the barren beach beside The dreary shore ! Darker grows the dismal sky and wild the Stormy breakers roar ; Loud the moaning of the forest and their Bustling branches hoar ! Loved visions pass before me, visions of The shadowy past ; O, ye for^ns of memory, sink into Oblivion fast ! I am sick of all the passions and the Feelings that are gone ; Long I for a change of prospect and a Home with love alone. Love that changes not with years, nor is WarpM by cankering time ; Which embodies all true feelings in that Tender heart of thine ! • 1 All :jii ^■ts.1 '»nward silent flow, 4 50 And hopeful spirits stern and brave, Who will not bow nor sue nor crave To any power the soul to slave. Where weak and strong do jostle by. And vice beneath the pure blue sky Attracts the charoi'd unwilling eye. And virtue oft walks mildly on Unsullied in that motley throng, That to life's shifting scene belong. Where old age totters on the way. And youth whose path is often gay. While childhood lingers in its play. And thoughtful spirits calm in mien. Reflecting on life's varied scene, Walk on oft doubting in a dream. . Where folly's gaudy strut is seen. And vanity attendant queen, Assumes a look the most serene. And souls refined from earth bom care. Whose tiioughts are of a land more fair. Pass on to dwell in fancy there. These come and go along the street. The world hears ^ ut the tramp of feet. While strangers, friends and lovers meet. They pass away, they pass away, Like mist before the sun's bright ray. Or clouds that part at dAwn of d^^. ^ hopes and fears will buried bed In the reahu c f God's eternity ; 51 ■fi. ir, leet. Then death wlll^tenoh apWt free. They pass away, they pass away. As autumn leaveg lall to decay, Or clouds that part at dawn of day. ■■<• STANZAS. ,-/i Look not back, O soul, O^er the dreary desert past ; Onward to the future's goal, Time is flying fast ; Leave all fear behind, i And yain regret and woe ; Shadows oft do blind The pictures hope would show,. , Childhood' ' mt a droam "W A. jn seen by manhood's eye ; * Love a star serene In youth*s btilUaJit sky. The scenes we once did love We ne^er can love again ; But stUl stars shme above, Hope, love doth still rciiiaiii. tA>ok not back, O foul* The present hour is thine r Onward to the ftiture's goal, * ii> /s^i Improve the Hying Mme. BanMi the idle dreams •vv .oM Which ding to fancied yonth ; [^^iiw»r- ligttt uo w beame ^ Ormaaliiood sad of tra||u> m xiiT ?' <&2 mm. TO C» ' ' I know lilxeft j^U ^l4 yet I k>V€?, fona one.. You of the yellow tress and mild blue eyes; Where float a world of hidden memories In their full tender glow ; young lo\ e doth run To meet thee, but you pass him ^oldly by. As if for thee no heart had ever beat ; Or a loved step had run thy form to greets So innocent art thou of love's ?ad sigh. All hearts have their ideal, thou art mine, A sad remembrance since I know thee not ; But by these lines I will not be forgot, This Hope would teachin thi« my simple rhyme .; Thou art a smile of love, a joy to me, And the fak genius of my d^tiny. mm. TH? PORTRAIT OF SHAKdFXAIffl. Immortol sire of ^opig, while now I gaze Upon thy portrait as instinct with life ; It seems as if the preaent now were, rife With scenes of tkee, whom I do loye and praise- Revered thoa art by every age m^ dime, Once possesso?: of that lyre mot yet unstrung, Kor e'er shall be throughout all time,-i As long as Geniiis wi^ves his waAd among the sons'of Science^ Art, li^dFoi^^y rwe, Thy memory shall glow dJto^Jy there 5 yes-, run 59^ And WhilelgazeHd^ ii6# enUratocedin tliougfit. On the darkness of tWatag:iB When thy ^vtk set ; Methinks my memory I'll ne'er forget, 'or from nature's page wise lessons thou t*st taught. -^*« 3t, lot; yme.; e praise* trung, long LINES Tff JAMES ffAliAY. i)h Poetrae, immfortaloii^; As are the honof d sires of old ;' Go on iii what thott hast begutt, Worth moi^e to thtee than mines bf goj^. Thy noble mind the muse insf)i'res, She, prophet like, foresees «hy ftirtfe \ And from the ashes of her sires Doth rise to guard and praise thy name. The creative soul— God's ntiiblest gift?— The sense of beauty inly born Are thine ; thy noble heart then lift Above the meanly proud who sdom The honor due to heaven-born worth, Which ever will assert its claim ; And rise immortal from the earth, For God and Genius are the same. Look into thine own heart and write, On Nature cast thy glowing eye ; Have faith to look to Him fOr°light, And sins' of eat*f.h fhcl gB«ak truth's 01)^ shrine aadivirtuQ^i g<^> l^fin honor QpmQB with high renown. Oh ! young heart, ardent strong and free> Thy task prophetic hope inspires ; She'll guide thee through each stormy sea. Her torch is all thy soul requires. But be thou humble, meek and wise. Yet firm to suffer and to do ; All envy, arrogance despise, And to thy9^ be -ever tru». The. sword of satire you can wield, But fight for honor, justice, truth ; Engrave upon your broad, round shield i^be mottp that becomes your youth. And fear not those ^ho lightly think Your task js^foolish, vain, unwise ; IFrom wisdom's fpuntain ^ee^y dfink> Kor do the ignorant demise. Sing efor« y^n now, Methinks in Fame's proud porch you stand ; The laurels green *on your foir brow, The pride and honor of ou^ land. Sing of New Brunswick's hills and streams. The wood* and groves where we have rov'd ; The maidens, ah! what tender dreams Are link'd with hearts we fondly lov'd. They tell us of the blissful past. With Hope a star m passion's sky ? -•^' ^^ .I». ime, tand; ams, rov'd ; .5$4 Ere grief upon the fHifaf 1i#east A dai'k^ning pale to doiid the eye. Oh ! sing of ftim^lp, love and youth, mm^immk^tlk^'h fondest ties; '^mmmm^^ni^l^^ and truth, ^ lirti li l if ilci iaughters of the skies. •K^^fefly ffMdship thou art mine, Thou dost in truth my muse inspire ; Thy altar is the soul sublime, Thy sacrifice life's subtle fire. » ■ Sweet singer of our rugged clime* Poetie honors crown thy brow; And eloquence, that gift sublime, Doth from thy mouth in sweetness flow Thy worship is at beauty's shrine. Her influence thy soul can teU ; For poetry and love divine Are bound within thy magic spell. Oh I do thou court the moral muse, 'TwiH feeling give unto thy strain ; Nor of her sacred gifts refuse, The poet's fame rests on her name. The future is most bright and fair. Genius, hope and youth are thine ; Thy bow of promise spans the air. Farewell sweet singer of our clime. 6* SOKHEt. A MEMOBT. This flower reminds me of tUe summer p^« A lady g&^^ii on one ev'ning fairi|) i She took it fr<»B her golden braided b«r, Saying, in fond tones, " may thy love ever lft«|/ Alas ! the tears of memory swell my eyesi Jhe past is ever, fraught withgriet ; Absence will conquer not, all tender love. My love a faded withered flower now lies, I cannot hope, nor seek relief From canker 'd care ; because, in truth I know, Fond love is bmden'd up hk saddening woe; This flower retwns its sweetest perfume stilly And thus the heart retains its g^ief For what is past; this cup I'll joyous fisll. And bind Alene once more a wreath ; Ere from her presence still to sadly rove. ■»^ TO A mmt Bird of the summer tiihe, . sweet warbler from the vine clad land J We welcome thee to this cold clime , And cheerless strand. Thou fiirst the air with song. While every where ye hover on the wing ; The joys of earth to thee belong, Sweet harbingers of spring. sr t ■•^ tf: w. u:. Now through the amM^taif Ye skim and sail while on your fleeting T^&lg ; Why not to i^ady groves repair/ The woods with song to ring. Why chootfe if^e now the streetg' Of cities tast, where close confinedye roabi ; Why linger not in green retreats^ There, there to make your home. But instinct guides thee here To buiM your nest in old and ruiuM towers ; Wherewith you spend your short fond year Of joyous fleeting hours. How like to thee is man, In his short stay he basks in light attd gloom ; Till death comes with a power to scart, And lay him in the tomb. Yet joy thou bring'st with thee To cheer the heart from memory's btii'den'd grief; Oh could I now with thee but flee, How soon I'd seek relief; > And leave untasted here The cup of short liv'd pleasure and its pain ' Alike with thee to guide the year, The seasons o^er again. Bird of the summer time, Sweet warbler from the vine clad land j We welcome thee to this cold clime And cheerless strand. oo mm. WRITTKN ON READINO LOWGrlSLLOW'8 *♦ BVA#** 6BUKE." Pale stricken one, sweet lister of all woes. Thine was a glorious destiny tm fulfill ; But that cold disappointment laid thee ill Ere thou had'st found the heart's repose. O, well the Poet has defined in theo The strength of love's devotion ; Which like a flame biiimed unceasingly Through thy life's sad commotion. But all thy wanderings ttoW are o*er, A lesson does the muse bestow To those who travel o'er afflictiod's shore, And like thee, know the pangs of woe ; But find at last their race is run. And grief despair to weep rlone. tim. SOlET. AN AUTUMN MOBN. Golden Aurora has oped her gates For jeweird morn to rise With splendor on the eastern skies ; And with them now new joy awaits Tha ooming of the new bom d»y« Fresh from the lap of morn to stray. The golden sun peers from yon clouds ,i4,ji All tint'd in the morning light ; High hung aloft be spreads bis sbrouds, m Fresh from the pearly dews of night. There's a splendor on the autumn sky Most beautiful and fair; How soft yon clouds reposing lie Upon the waste of air ; ^uoh beauty does my heart inspire With far earthly warm desire. SONNET. THE APPROACH OF SPRING. All nature revives at thy coming tread, The very earth seems gladdenM at thy si|tht. Thou harbinger ot joyous light; Whose train by freshening breezes lead To deck the field and flowery plain, And reanimate the mol^ten'd earth From Winter's long and dreary reign ; Thou come*fit with smiling birth » To cheer the heart and brighten up the eye- Add bloom to the once sorrowing cheek ; Alas ! 'tis sad that flowers in Spring should die, And the voice grow faint and weak j Yet come, we wait for those Joyous hours. With genial warmth for the opening flowers- ■^ »♦ 60 SONNET. ANTIQUITY. AH tail ! atf ttqnlty. spirit of th That walks the realms of agej^j^cf. To Yieii^ the reftcs of the dea ImmfoTtal while fh^se trophies Thou fill' St the soul with sudden tear^V Communing with the age of time ; Or recalling gteat trut! s sublijaae, Amid the wreck of long hallowed years. As o'er those ruins of ancient lore The spirit wingg its flight, Back to its own dear native shore, Enraptur'd with delight ^ While memory points thosia scetfcs to view In aspect more endearing too. r/ iym ai ' SONNET. WBITTBN 0S THE RBOEIPT OF A I^ETTBR FBOH A FRIBND. Thrice welcome now thou art to me, l^ond token from affection's hand j Indited by friendship's command A pledge of early memory. Tliis souvenor I hold most dear, Tho' dull the interchange of thought ; .3. -~-» SSVt.S.2. CS JSVOwVU SAO To me, with many words of cheer a *t 41 And tfao* estranged I still can see Thy form again in fancy'« view j The same when last we bade adieu ; JYhile e'er shall I remember thee As long as cherished feelings li^ JjVithio the hoa.rt m^j^}f^ Pig^, tJ^ />; "J M ' . , ■ , |i f f I- . ' SONG. * Wilt thou love me as of yore, Should thy form I njeet again ; TJio' long the silent years have pass'd Of sorrow, grief and pain . Wilt thou pour into mine ear The tale of all thj joy ; When last we parted, thou a girl, When I was still a boy. * Tjlfilt, thou l^v^, JUQ as of yore,, Th,gt* we ne'er agaiu may i^Qj^p ; Wh(E^ ;age c()m,es creicpiug pu i^ ^^4 % W^^ frpna th^ ehj^nl , Wilt thou still my memory cherisli Unt^I life'« l^st day ; When things, of this eartii petiril^ And night eottes not wM day« ■n f SONNET. ^l^.jWWifTKN IW A CHUBCH-TARJX Again the Spring makes vegetation bloom Amid this spot of lone decay, Where thousands now there are that lay Waiting for Him their pathway to illume. I am shut out from the cold world, An holy influence guides me here ; A brother long to death was hurled. And friendship wetps y.t friendship's bier. As memory claims a silent tear In thinking of the ones who sleep Forever in the cold sod deep, While lost affection hovers near To pay th9m tribute with a sigh Through faith in God with them to lie. STANZAS; Long years hare passed since last we met, Yet memory stiU will ponder o*er Those days ot youth; can truth forget 'When love and iriendfiftup meel once more. lip. ! those were happy days to me, The spring time of life's young heaitfc; Wheii loi^, joy and oair^ Till blankness cqmes o'er all, and then Cold apathy distrust and fear; the pen Is laid aside, no thought is bom of care, Which, oouUess we would wish to keep; The sense of infinite induces prayer ; This then is our resource, to over-leap a.iic mvuuus i?i ^siMoion, seuae aiifi pride, And scale the eternal where God doth reside. «4 THE DYIUG fllRL TO HER MOTHER. Dear mother raise me softly, I onlj yfi»h to see The early Spring's sweet violets, The suashine o'er the lea; I only wish to look once more On what I oft have seen — The changing glories of the sky. The meadow s robe of green. Tie up those heavy tresses Which you braided oft for me, They press upon my burning brow, 'Tis all I ask of thee \ Now give thy hand and let me look Once more upon thy face ; A light is fading from the earth, I soon shall leave this place. I Beem to h^ar soft music's strain, As peaceful now I lie ; An holy caltti pervades my Mul, * ' I fear not now to die ; " Bluw closer to me mother. One kiss and all i» o*er; ffe'll meet again, no more to part^ On God's immortal shoire. C5 HEW BRMSWICK. Uy native jand, all bail to tlieij* i i A mother to thy ohildiri}i»t dear , // Thou ait, and^ev^r wiU appear i h/ As loag as time doth keep us free. Uejolee. oh heart, itt this your pjride^ And love the land of wood a^ gl^i, (>f loyad heavte aAd patrjpt Jiaen ; ,fv | Where faction strives not to divide. But irher < Tmce Hkeihe ivy honn l^th di.il tli*F? mblemiofour lpv(n While fet j ooOod abov^ f ?tft lui«. Will make us sti'piie in /Irtue more. "Tin this whioh makes a nation strrnig, The soul that liVes shall never df^ ; So virtue throned wfth liberty,' ' Jkffpjjeotsthe wffil^.iW^^desthe wiong. , p natiye landl cliig to t^ee, f^/ Hy fathers rest li^^eailjh ttiy sod? ' Where tJiey in eiirly yoiith iave trod Amid thy. scenes of m%§ft||y. I'hup^e arO:yalli(9s,,:(aiu: toT^QTf, Xl^pughall tihe j^Mo^V cjmnge^^^^ time, When wrapt in winter's robe sublime.^ Or decked in summar's gorgeous hjie> 'Sh\t^9f» the wooda the ypnng hWrt lov«», Th9 |ift<)iintains cjp^^ 4,w^ W^ ' Methinks thy name, sweet liberfy,' Is echoed ^mxd •ibe^iilla aod gi ^y^emif ! 1 1 hi • * Thine are the riirers, swift in flow. Deep and clear as the sunny «]gr ; Where all the shores reflected lie« As loye is imaged by its woe. A noble race thy bosom warms, A branch from off the mighty oak Which never yet in battle broke ; ;For Britons well know war^s alarms. Our fathers fled a foreign strand. But not in fear, 'twas but to own Their lore unto their country's throne » And And a home in this fair land. Oh may integrity and truth Be linked with ho^or, peace and love ; In heairts Uiat fear Qod^s name above, The guide of manhood and of youth. I^ing on yoitsig heart the strain is tiiine, The smile of beauty thou can'st own Who bow'd before lov«'s golden throne^ To magic smiles thy heart incline^ Sing oi the maidens of our clime, With souls fresh as a mountain stream ; When %eauty , love, reflected gieani , 'From light that comes from the divine. Pure are tibe daughters of our land, Oh ! may their life be always so ; That neither sorrow, pain nor woe May biight one flower of beauty's band. Oh ! patriotism, what of iliee. In ending thus this humble lay ; 67 "My heiirt is with thee every day. And do thou still remetnber me. "May nothings sever thee A*om me. Thy love iqiplant firm in the heart, So that when life and love depart, € press thy ^and and smile on thi^e. f p H -.-i^ TO A MAYFLOfER. ^weet p^Ie flower of Spring, Fond narslini^ from the lireast of April dear ; What joy (to hearts tye bringf. Who see thee bloom all spirits sad to eheer. Thou art in troth om A ^pe of beaunature^s8weete8t guest. Uow modestly ye bloom, Like some fair maid unconscio]Hfl of her charms ; Till she, alas, too sooo ' '^'^^ Has heard the love whieh ill Jher fbM heart warms* Mixvis. ai,b use a.iiiiT>Ui$ UUIIU Old Winter leaves to Spring's mogt tender carit ; 68 Methiak^ Ih j spii*i(| mild W^uld warin^^liQ himji^^ many a prp-y^^ For thou w»«t barn ta him* His faintest giit tp i^^^df^ot Spring's soflb reign ^ Wlieiificfit the robin's hymn « Extols sWtfet natnreV praise o'er hUl and plain. When the glorious sun Has clotfa*d the morning in a rebe of light ; Far through the wooland dun I seek thy blos$omd 'npjM tl|e dews of niglit. Amid the brj^^ green grass, llh9een. to.vuigar eyes, ye bud and bloom ^ And yoimg hearts as they pass Doth ,stQp t^^sn^^U .thy exq^sijte perfiime*. And wonderi^ they gaze* With JpT^ ai^d admiration join'dJn'>view, That thou shpnJid^st blpom alwa^;; , Wh.en JS^ph||: bl4s Wintef stei^n ,^l^i a^ieu . Yet frag^e not thon .art. Ye oUwg li^LO imp uflito the eaorth'B cold breitst ; Or like hope in the heaat, Which ever lives to nqjake^e spirit blent* llkott art an emblem fair Of this, my country, glorious and free ; And, m«^. AV be our oar e To honor and preserve that Hberty. Sweet flower farewell, There's many a thought eni^hrined now in thee ;. *Twere sad in truth to tell, Pectaqr^wl^^^pmea^^^^^^^ ^<^oni k gn :aio. i«u. , list ; 63" . Yet stiil a joy thbu Art, A type of beauty, bai*bingcii' ojf love^ Which Jinks the tehder heail; To dreams of brighter flowurs that blodm a'y^jfc** ■0 4 fiVf;lf wm. Why should the wekk make moftn, it is 'ttie strong who yield To fatal passions which Jaear inward sway O'er heart and brain, and forces them away *'rom virtue's road to error's trodden field. Ambition i^ a tyrant tq the n^md^ Its dreams illusive, vain dt ; « and show. Ah ! why not test intent on what we know .; Nor seek to look for what we cannot find. Peace comes t)Ut to the' lowly righteous heart. Who rests content on God and his great love. Which shadows all thifigs her^ afiid all above ; ^And santifies vain man "Who fed^ in part That all things here are in his sovereign care. Whose love we comprichfend by thought and prayer. hee SONNET. EXGLAND. i^ingland ! tlirice hallow'd is thy sod. By martyrM souls, and deeds of gifted meji^ Whofc»e mighty works surpass the fee bl'd ken 431 those of other lands ; they trod U'he soil they lov'd-the poet and the sage ; Liilll 10 |Uc& in that &ii(ywledge sftf then owti; Whilst e'en the sceptre and the crown Maye bow'd to them in love' M)m' age to a^. T|iou.art ^e nurse of mighty souls, Hiine epochs pregnant Vfith their hOnor'tf fame; On valley, glen and hilt ik sfkmpM their name^ Immortal while the ocean x'olls Its waters rouAd thy rock bound coast, They but encircle thee wlio love them mosf*^ t M »i JSBN t McLABEN.. insotitsc, 23rd, 18015. Axx4 ik this all we know of thee,* 0' friiend o^ years, jTot all, my spirit pensively doth cry. For love clings not to forms which please th» eye; Thy virtues shine like stars in heafvenly spheifes', I see thee yet thro' eye-balls moist with tears Despite the clay cold bonds which round m«r cling; My spirit strugfi^les withf taiii doubts and fear« To trace the shadow of thought's Weary wing< To comprehend the mystery of death. And learn of thee beyond the vale ol time ^ Where life immortal, glorified by faith, Dwells in a purer air, d. fairer clime ; Where love celestial teaches life below Jits hope and faith thro' sorrow, grief and woe"^ SONMET. Spfrit of beauty, let me worship thee, One offering into thy shrine I bring, Who taught our honor'd bards to nobly sing Of high romahce and themes of chivalry. The poet's world is thine, majestic forms Of honor, saintly truth, and chastest love There walk, and like lov'd beauteous spirits move. Unconscious of this world's conflicting storm.^* Here consolation Milton sought from woe. And self-willed Byron taught his spirit scorn , Whose language like a placid stream doth flow ; Here Bums embodied into glowing form His lair creation, which the admiring eye Of g:j»nias loves ; his fame will never die. **4 I J X3Sf:£>S."3C- • 4 XapiratioHs, Album Verses, .. ..• ♦. A Portrait, ^Birg'e, A Memory, • . . . . *• J&y the Sea, Christine, Hope, Ihipromptu Yer&egv In Memoriam--Oh the death of Man*,- J. K. McLaren, Lincoln, liines to James Hannat,- . . %» ^ew Brunswick, ^«- /i Our Country, Soug, . . .4 Silvio Pellico, .* *•* ^, Shispiria, . * • # • . Star of the West * * « « » • Sonnet • • •« 4IP 15' 17 48 W 70 r>8 32 01 4f> 14 6^> "•"■n—ITW 7*. 4f ifr 17 48 19" ^(y 70 6r» (U 4;» u' Sonnet, «« > » * • r* t a' «l «« • • £ngIatidV •• .•' •• Im»gihat!on, •« ToC, Porti'ait of Shakspearc, . . A Memory, Written ott reading Longfellow's ** Evangeline/' ** An Autumn Morn, « . The £ip(proach ot Springs AntkfUity, . •• •' Written on tlie receipt of a letter from a friend, . . •' W]»itten'ib' a Churchyaird, Stanzas, ?ag«' It . 7* 4,9 52 • I tfc> H /xt ii *i .V * • • The Artiste To Maria, To Wordswftttli, . Teroentenarj Ode on tl*e birth o*' 8hakspe»re> TheFlagofKngland*, To S. M., . « The Streets, To ti Swallow, Wm. • ' i*'> tj^ d6 bfi 59 60 60 62 2{» Jl 47 51 62 5 11 3» m u 46 4f> The l>ymg (y\v\ to hav Moth