TJNIVEBSITY 
 
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FOURTH THOUSAND. 
 
 POEMS 
 
 OF 
 
 RELIGION AND SOCIETY 
 
 QUINCY ADAMS, 
 
 mnnXHT or THE UNIT ^ aTAm ,. , T<; -^^ 
 
 WITH 
 
 IOHN DAVIS AND T. H. BENTON. 
 
 AUBURX AND BUFFALO- 
 
 MILLER, OUTON & MULLIGAN. 
 
 1864. 
 
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1848. by 
 WILLIAM H. GRAHAM. 
 
 In tha Clerk s Office of the District Court for the Southern District 
 of New Tork. 
 

 CONTENTS, 
 
 Page. 
 
 The Life of Mr. Adams, by the Hon. John Davis, . . 7 
 
 The Character of Mr. Adams, by the Hon. T. H. Benton, 12 
 
 POEMS. 
 
 The Wants of Man, . 15 
 
 The Plague in the Forest, 24 
 
 To a Bereaved Mother, 29 
 
 Charles the Fifth s Clocks, 32 
 
 Retrospection, 36 
 
 To the Sun-dial, under the Window of the Hall of the House 
 
 of Representatives of the United States, ... 38 
 
 The Thirteenth Satire of Juvenal, 39 
 
 Version of the One Hundred Seventh Psalm, . . 52 
 
 The Hour-glass 54 
 
 Sabbath Morning, 56 
 
 A ae Death of Children, 58 
 
 Written in Sickness, 60 
 
 Hymn for the Twenty-second of December, ... 62 
 
 O God, with goodness all thy own. .... 64 
 
 Sing to Jehovah a new song, 65 
 
 O, all ye people, clap your hands, ..... 67 
 
iv CONTENTS. 
 
 Turn to the stars of heaven thino eyes 69 
 
 O Lord my God ! how great art thou ! 7 1 
 
 O Lord, thy all-discerning eyes, 73 
 
 My soul, before thy Maker kneel, 75 
 
 For Thee in Z ion waiteth praise, 77 
 
 My Shepherd is the Lord on high, . 79 
 
 Sond forth, O God, thy truth and light 81 
 
 O judge me, Lord, for thou art just, .... 
 
 O heal me, Lord, for I am weak, 83 
 
 Blest is the mortal whose delight 
 
 Why should I fear in evil days 87 
 
 Come, let us sing unto the Lord, . . 
 
 Sing to the Lord a song of praise, 90 
 
 Lord of all Worlds, 92 
 
 Justice an Ode 94 
 
 To Sally 10 
 
 ToE B 103 
 
 To a Lady, who Presented him with a Pair of Knit Gloves, 105 
 
 The Lip and the Heart 107 
 
 Written in an Album, 108 
 
PUBLISHER S NOTICE. 
 
 IT is known to all the friends of the late ex-President Adarns, 
 that it was his custom from early manhood to devote his leisure 
 moments to literature ; and the fruits of his literary studies, 
 when collected in an appropriate form, will show that he is enti 
 tled to high consideration among our authors. Among his 
 poems are a translation * of Wieland s " Oberon" that has never 
 been published. His " Dermot McMorrogh" failed of a just 
 appreciation, on account of his political relations. Many of his 
 minor pieces have wit, humor, grace, and tenderness, and they 
 are all informed with wisdom and various learning. Some of 
 his " hymns" are among the finest devotional lyrics in our Ian 
 guage. 
 
 This collection of Mr. Adams shorter poems is, of course, 
 incomplete, having been made from the periodicals and miscel 
 lanies in which they were originally printed ; but the editor has 
 made it as perfect as his opportunities allowed, and he is confi 
 dent that, in the absence of any other volume of the same kind, 
 he has done an acceptable service to the reading public. 
 
 Sec Griswold a "Prose writers of America," Article J. Q. Adams 
 
SKETCH 
 
 OP THE 
 
 LIFE OF MR. ADAMS. 
 
 BY THE HON. JOPIN DAVIS. 
 
 JOHN QUINCY ADAMS was born in the then Province of Mas 
 sachusetts, while she was girding herself for the great Revolu 
 tionary struggle which was then before her. His parentage is 
 too well known to need even an allusion ; yet I may be pardoned 
 if I say, that his father seemed born to aid in the establishment 
 of our free government, and his mother was a suitable compan 
 ion and co-laborer of such a patriot. The cradle hymns of the 
 child were the songs of liberty. The power and competence of 
 man for self-government were the topics which he most frequent 
 ly heard discussed by the wise men of the day, and the inspira 
 tion thus caught, gave form and pressure to his after life. Thus 
 early imbued with the love of free institutions, educated by his 
 father for the service of his country, and early led by Washing 
 ton to its altar, he has stood before the woi-ld as one of its emi 
 nent statesmen. He has occupied, in turn, almost every place 
 of honor which the country could give him, and for more than 
 half a century has been thus identified with its history. Under 
 any circumstances, I should feel myself unequal to the task of 
 rendering justice to his memory; but, with the debilitating effect 
 of bad health still upon me, I can only with extreme brevity 
 touch upon some of the most prominent features of his life. 
 
 While yet a young man, he was, in May, 1794, appointed 
 Minister Resident to the States General of the United Nether- 
 
6 LIFE OF MR. ADAMS. 
 
 lands. In May, 1796, two years after, he was appointed Minis 
 ter Plenipotentiary at Lisbon, in Portugal. These honors were 
 conferred on him by George Washington, with the advice and 
 consent of the Senate. 
 
 In May, 1797, he was appointed Minister Plenipotentiary to 
 the King of Prussia. In March, 1798, and probably while at 
 Berlin, he was appointed a Commissioner, with full powers to 
 negotiate a treaty of amity and commerce with Sweden. 
 
 After his return to the United States he was elected by the 
 Legislature of Massachusetts a Senator, and discharged the duties 
 of that station in this chamber from the 4th of March, 1803, until 
 June, 1808, when, differing from his colleague and from the 
 State upon a great political question, he resigned his seat. In 
 June, 1809, he was nominated and appointed Minister Plenipo 
 tentiary to the Court of St. Petersburg!!. 
 
 While at that court, in February, 1811, he was appointed an 
 Associate Justice of the Supreme Court of the United States, to 
 fill a vacancy occasioned by the death of Judge Gushing, but 
 never took his seat upon the bench. 
 
 In May, 1813, he, with Messrs. Gallatin and Bayard, wa 
 nominated Envoy Extraordinary and Minister Plenipotentiary ta 
 negotiate a treaty of peace with Great Britain, under the media 
 tion of Russia, and a treaty of commerce with Russia. From 
 causes which it is unnecessary to notice, nothing was accom 
 plished under this appointment. But afterward, in January, 
 1814, he, with Messrs. Gallatin, Bayard, Clay, and Russell, were 
 appointed Ministers Plenipotentiary and Extraordinary to nego 
 tiate a treaty of peace, and a treaty of commerce with Great 
 Britain. This mission succeeded in effecting a pacification, and 
 the name of Mr. Adams is subscribed to the treaty of Ghent. 
 
 After this eventful crisis in our public affairs, he was, in Feb 
 ruary, 1815, selected by Mr. Madison to represent the country, 
 and protect its interests, at the Court of St. James ; and he re 
 mained there as Envoy Extraordinary and Minister Plenipotenti 
 ary until Mr. Monroe became President of the United State* 
 
LIFE OF MR. ADAMS. 9 
 
 On the 5th of Marcn, 1817, at the commencement of the new 
 administration, he was appointed Secretary of State, and con 
 tinued in the office while that gentleman was at the head of the 
 administration. 
 
 In 1825, he was elected his successor, and discharged the 
 duties of President for one term, ending on the third of March, 
 1829. 
 
 Here followed a brief period of repose from public service, 
 and Mr. Adams retired to his family mansion at Quincy ; but 
 was elected a member of the House of Representatives, from the 
 district in which he lived, at the next election which occurred 
 after his return to it, and took his seat in December, 1831. He 
 retained it, by successive elections, to the day of his death. 
 
 I have not ventured, on this occasion, beyond a bare enume 
 ration of the high places of trust and confidence which have been 
 conferred upon the deceased. The service covers a period of 
 more than half a century ; and what language can I employ 
 which will portray more forcibly the great merits of the deceas 
 ed, the confidence reposed in him by the public, or the ability 
 with which he discharged the duties devolved upon him, than 
 by this simple narration of recorded facts ? An ambitious man 
 could not desire a more emphatic eulogy. 
 
 Mr. Adams, however, was not merely a statesman, but a ripe, 
 accomplished scholar, who, during a life of remarkably well- 
 directed industry, made those great acquirements which adorned 
 his character, and gave to it the manly strength of wisdom and 
 intelligence. 
 
 As a statesman and patriot, he will rank among the illustrious 
 men of an age prolific in great names, and greatly distinguished 
 for its progress in civilization. The productions of his pen are 
 proofs of a vigorous mind, imbued with a profound knowledge 
 of what it investigates, and of a memory which was singularly 
 retentive and capacious. 
 
 But his character is not made up of those conspicuous qualities 
 alone. He will be remembered for the virtues of private life 
 
10 LIFE OF MR. ADAMS. 
 
 for his elevated moral example, for bis integrity, for his devotion 
 to his duties as a Christian, as a neighbor, and as the head of a 
 family. In all these relations, few persons have set a more 
 steadfast or brighter example, and few have descended to the 
 grave where the broken ties of social and domestic affection 
 have been more sincerely lamented. Great as may be the loss 
 to the public of one so gifted and wise, it is by the family that 
 his death will be most deeply felt. His aged and beloved part 
 ner, who has so long shared the honors of his career, and to 
 whom all who know her are bound by the ties of friendship 
 will believe that we share her grief, mourn her bereavement 
 and sympathize with her in her affliction. 
 
 It is believed to have been the earnest wish of his heart to die, 
 like Chatham, in the midst of his labors. It was a sublime 
 thought, that where he had toiled in the house of the nation, in 
 hours of the day devoted to its service, the stroke of death 
 should reach him. and there sever the lies of love and patriot 
 ism which bound him to earth. He fell in his seat, attacked by 
 paralysis, of which he had before been a subject. To describe 
 the scene which ensued would be impossible. It was more than 
 the spontaneous gush of feeling which all such events call forth, 
 BO much to the honor of our nature. It was the expression of 
 reverence for his moral worth, of admiration for his great intel 
 lectual endowments, and of veneration for his age and public 
 services. All gathered round the sufferer, and the strong sym 
 pathy and deep feeling which were manifested, showed that the 
 business of the House (which was instantly adjourned) was for 
 gotten amid the distressing anxieties of the moment. He was 
 soon removed to the apartment of the Speaker, where he re 
 mained, surrounded by afflicted friends, till the weary clay re 
 signed its immortal spirit. " This is the end of earth !" Brief 
 but emphatic words. They were among the last uttered by the 
 dying Christian. 
 
 Thus has closed the life of one whose purity, patriotism, tal 
 ents, and learning, have seldom been seriously questioned. To 
 
LIJ 5 OF MR. ADAMS. 
 
 11 
 
 eay that he had faults, would only be declaring that he was hu 
 man. Let him who is exempt from error, venture to point them 
 out. In this long career of public life, it would be strange if 
 the venerable man had no* met with many who have differed 
 from him in sentiment, or who have condemned his acts. If 
 there be such, let the mantle of oblivion be thrown over each 
 unkind thought. Let not the grave of the " old man eloquent" 
 be desecrated by unfriendly remembrances, but let us yield our 
 homage to his many virtues, and let it be our prayer that we 
 may so perform our duties here, that, if summoned in a like sud 
 den and appalling manner, we may not be found unprepared or 
 unable to utter his words, " I am composed." 
 
THE 
 
 CHARACTER OF MR ADAMS 
 
 BY THE HON. T. H. BENTON. 
 
 THE voice of his native State has been heard, through one of 
 the Senators of Massachusetts, announcing the death of her aged 
 and most distinguished son. It is not unfitting or unbecoming 
 in me to second the motion which has been made, for extending 
 the last honors of the Senate to him who, forty-five years ago, 
 was a member of this body, who, at the time of his death, was 
 among the oldest members of the House of Representatives, and 
 who, putting the years of his service together, was the oldest of 
 all the members of the American government. 
 
 The eulogium of Mr. Adams is made in the facts of his life, 
 which the Senator from Massachusetts has so strikingly stated, 
 that, from early manhood to octogenarian age, he has been con 
 stantly and most honorably employed in the public sen-ice. F.r 
 a period of more than fifty years, from the time of his first ap 
 pointment as minister abroad under Washington, to his last elec 
 tion to the House of Representatives by the people of his native 
 district, he has been constantly retained in the public service ; 
 and that, not by the favor of a sovereign, or by hereditary title, 
 but by the elections and appointments of republican government. 
 This fact makes the eulogy of the illustrious deceased. For 
 what, except a union of all the qualities which command the 
 esteem and confidence of man, could have ensured a public ser 
 vice so long, by appointments free and popular, and from sources 
 so various and exalted ? Minister many times abroad ; membe- 
 of this body: member of the House of Representatives; cabi 
 
CHARACTER OF MR. ADAMS. 13 
 
 net minister ; President of the United States ; such has been the 
 galaxy of his splendid appointments. And what but moral ex 
 cellence the most perfect ; intellectual ability the most eminent ; 
 fidelity the most unwavering; service the most useful; could 
 have commanded such a succession of appointments so exalted, 
 from sources so various and so eminent 1 Nothing less could 
 have commanded such a series of appointments ; and accordingly 
 we see the union of all these great qualities in him who has re 
 ceived them. 
 
 In this long career of public service, Mr. Adams was distin 
 guished not only by faithful attention to all the great duties of his 
 stations, but to all their less and minor duties. He was not the 
 Salaminian galley, to be launched only on extraordinary occa 
 sions, but he was the ready vessel, always launched when the 
 duties of his station required it, be the occasion great or small. 
 As President, as cabinet minister, as minister abroad, he exam 
 ined all questions that came before him, aad examined all, in all 
 their parts, in all the minutiae of their detail, as well as in all the 
 vastness of their comprehension. As Senator, and as a member 
 of the House of Representatives, the obscure committee-room 
 was as much the witness of his laborious application to the drudg 
 ery of legislation, as the halls of the two Houses were to the 
 ever ready speech, replete with knowledge, which instructed all 
 hearers, enlightened all subjects, and gave dignity and ornament 
 to debate. 
 
 In the observance of all the proprieties of life, Mr. Adams was 
 a most noble and impressive example. He cultivated the minor 
 as well as the greater virtues. Wherever his presence could 
 give aid and countenance to what was useful and honorable to 
 man, there he was. In the exercises of the school and of the col 
 lege i n the meritorious meetings of the agricultural, mechani 
 cal, and commercial societies in attendance upon divine wor 
 shiphe gave the punctual attendance rarely seen but in those 
 who are free from the weight of public cares. 
 
 Punctual to every duty, death found him at the post of duty ; 
 
14 
 
 CHARACTER OF MR. ADAMS. 
 
 and where else could it have found him, at any stage of his ca 
 reer, for the fifty years of his illustrious public life t From the 
 time of his first appointment by Washington to his last election 
 by the people of his native town, where could death have found 
 him but at the post of duty ? At that post, in the fullness of age, 
 in the ripeness of renown, crowned with honors, surrounded by 
 his family, his friends, and admirers, and in the very presence of 
 the national representation, ho haa been gathered to his fathers, 
 leaving behind him the memory of public services which are the 
 history of his country for half a century, and the example of a 
 life, public and private, which should be the study and the model 
 of the generations of his countrymen. 
 
POEMS. 
 
 THE WANTS OF MAN.* 
 
 " Man wants but little here below, 
 Nor wants that little long." Goldsmith s Hermit. 
 
 I. 
 
 " MAN wants but little here below, 
 
 Nor wants that little long." 
 Tis not with ME exactly so, 
 
 But tis so iu the song. 
 MY wants are many, and if told 
 
 Would muster many a score ; 
 And were each w r ish a mint of gold, 
 
 I still should long for more. 
 
 * It was written Under these circumstances : General Ogle informed 
 Mr. Adams that several young ladies in his district had requested him to 
 procure Mr. A. s autograph for them. In ccordance with this request, 
 Mr. Adams wrote the following beautiful poem upon "The Wants of 
 Man," each tenza upon a sheot "f note paper. 
 
16 TJ1E WANTS OF MAN. 
 
 II. 
 
 What first I want is daily bread, 
 
 And canvas backs and wine ; 
 And all the realms of nature spread 
 
 Before me when I dine. 
 Four courses scarcely can provide 
 
 My appetite to quell, 
 With four choice cooks from France, beside, 
 
 To dress my dinner well. 
 
 III. 
 What next I want, at heavy cost, 
 
 Is elegant attire ; 
 Black sable furs, for winter s frost, 
 
 And silks for summer s fire, 
 And Cashmere shawls, and Brussels lace 
 
 My bosom s front to deck, 
 And diamond rings my hands to grace, 
 
 And rubies for my neck. 
 
 IV. 
 
 And then I want a mansion fair, 
 
 A dwelling house, in style, 
 Four stories high, for wholesome air 
 
 A massive marble pile ; 
 With halls for banquets and balls, 
 
 All furnished rich and fine ; 
 With stabled studs in fifty stalls, 
 
 And cellars for my wine. 
 
THE WANTS OF MAN. 17 
 
 V. 
 
 I want a garden and a park, 
 
 My dwelling to surround 
 A thousand acres (bless the mark), 
 
 With walls encompassed round 
 Where flocks may range and herds may low, 
 
 And kids and lambkins play, 
 And flowers and fruits commingled grow, 
 
 All Eden to display. 
 
 VI. 
 I want, when summer s foliage falls, 
 
 And autumn strips the trees, 
 A house within the city s walls, 
 
 For comfort and for ease. 
 But here, as space is somewhat scant. 
 
 And acres somewhat rare, 
 My house in town I only want 
 
 To occupy a square. 
 
 VII. 
 I want a steward, butler, cooks ; 
 
 A coachman, footman, grooms, 
 A library of well-bound books, 
 
 And picture-garnished rooms; 
 Corregios, Magdalen, and Night, 
 
 The matron of the chair ; 
 Guide s fleet coursers in their flight, 
 
 And Claudes at least a pair. 
 2 
 
19 THE WANTS OF MAN. 
 
 VIII. 
 I want a cabinet profuse 
 
 Of medals, coins, and gems; 
 A printing press, for private use, 
 
 Of fifty thousand EMS ; 
 And plants, and minerals, and shells ; 
 
 Worms, insects, fishes, birds; 
 And every beast on earth that dwells 
 
 In solitude or herds. 
 
 IX. 
 
 I want a board of burnished plate, 
 
 Of silver and of gold ; 
 Tureens of twenty pounds in weight, 
 
 With sculpture s richest mould ; 
 Plateaus, with chandeliers and lamps, 
 
 Plates, dishes all the same ; 
 And porcelain vases, with the stamps 
 
 Of Sevres, Angouleme. 
 
 X. 
 
 And maples, of fair glossy stain, 
 
 Must form my chamber doors, 
 And carpets of the Wilton grain 
 
 Must cover all my floors ; 
 My walls, with tapestry bedeck d, 
 
 Most never be outdone ; 
 And damask curtains must protect 
 
 Their colors from the sun. 
 
THE WANTS OF MAN. 19 
 
 XI. 
 And mirrors of the largest pane 
 
 From Venice must be brought; 
 And sandal-wood, and bamboo cane, 
 
 For chairs and tables bought ; 
 Ou all the mantel-pieces, clocks 
 
 Of thrice-gilt bronze must stand, 
 And screens of ebony and box 
 
 Invite the stranger s hand. 
 
 XII. 
 I want (who does not want ?) a wife, 
 
 Affectionate and fair, 
 To solace all the woes of life, 
 
 And all its joys to share ; 
 Of temper sweet, of yielding will, 
 
 Of firm, yet placid mind, 
 With all my faults to love me still, 
 
 With sentiment refin d. 
 
 XIII. 
 And as Time s car incessant runs, 
 
 And Fortune fills my store, 
 I want of daughters and of sons 
 
 From eight to half a score. 
 I want (alas ! can mortal daro 
 
 Such bliss on earth to crave ?) 
 That all the girls be chaste and fair 
 
 The boys all wise and brave. 
 
20 THE WANTS OF MAN. 
 
 XIV. 
 And when my bosom s darling sings, 
 
 With melody divine, 
 A pedal harp of many strings 
 
 Must with her voice combine. 
 A piano, exquisitely wrought, 
 
 Must open stand, apart, 
 That all my daughters may be taught 
 
 To win the stranger s heart. 
 
 XV. 
 
 My wife and daughters will desire 
 
 Refreshment from perfumes, 
 Cosmetics for the skin require, 
 
 And artificial blooms. 
 The civil fragrance shall dispense, 
 
 And treasur d sweets return ; 
 Cologne revive the flagging sense, 
 
 And smoking amber burn. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 And when at night my weary head 
 
 Begins to droop and dose, 
 A southern chamber holds my bed, 
 
 For nature s soft repose ; 
 With blankets, counterpanes, and sheet, 
 
 Mattrass, and bed of down, 
 And comfortables for my feet, 
 
 And pillows for my crown. 
 
THE WANTS OF MAN. 21 
 
 XVII. 
 I want a warm and faithful friend, 
 
 To cheer the adverse hour, 
 Who ne er to flatter will descend, 
 
 Nor bend the knee to power ; 
 A friend to chide me when I m wrong, 
 
 My inmost soul to see ; 
 And that my friendship prove as strong 
 
 For him, as his for me. 
 
 XVIII. 
 I want a kind and tender heart, 
 
 For others wants to feel ; 
 A soul secure from Fortune s dart, 
 
 And bosom arm d with steel ; 
 To bear divine chastisement s rod. 
 
 And mingling in my plan, 
 Submission to the will of God, 
 
 With charity to man. 
 
 XIX. 
 
 I want a keen, observing eye, 
 
 An ever-listening ear, 
 The truth through all disguise to spy. 
 
 And wisdom s voice to hear ; 
 A tongue, to speak at virtue s need, 
 
 In Heaven s sublimest strain ; 
 And lips, the cause of man to plead, 
 
 And never plead in vain. 
 
*22 THE WANTS OF MAN. 
 
 XX. 
 
 I want uninterrupted health, 
 
 Throughout my long career, 
 And streams of never-failing wealth, 
 
 To scatter far and near ; 
 The destitute to clothe and feed, 
 
 Free bounty to bestow ; 
 Supply the helpless orphan s need, 
 
 And soothe the widow s woe. 
 
 XXI. 
 
 I want the genius to conceive, 
 
 The talents to unfold, 
 Designs, the vicious to retrieve, 
 
 The virtuous to uphold ; 
 Inventive power, combining skill, 
 
 A persevering soul, 
 Of human hearts to mould the will, 
 
 And reach from polo to pole. 
 
 XXII. 
 I want the seals of power and place, 
 
 The ensigns of command, 
 Charged by the people s unbought grace. 
 
 To rule my native land. 
 Nor crown, nor sceptre would I ask 
 
 But from my country s will, 
 3y day, by night, to ply the task 
 
 Her cup of bliss to fill. 
 
THE WANTS OF MAN. 23 
 
 XXIII. 
 I want the voice of honest praise 
 
 To follow me behind, 
 And to be thought in future days 
 
 The friend of human kind ; 
 That after ages, as they rise, 
 
 Exulting may proclaim, 
 In choral union to the skies, 
 
 Their blessings on my name 
 
 XXTV. * 
 These are the wants of mortal man ; 
 
 I cannot want them long, 
 For life itself is but a span, 
 
 And earthly bliss a song. 
 My last great want, absorbing all, 
 
 Is, when beneath the sod, 
 And summon d to my final call, 
 
 The mercy of my God. 
 
 XXV. 
 
 And oh ! while circles in my veins 
 
 Of life the purple stream, 
 And yet a fragment small remains 
 
 Of nature s transient dream, 
 My soul, in humble hope unscar d, 
 
 Forget not thou to pray, 
 That this thy WANT may be prepared 
 
 To meet the Judgment Day. 
 
24 THE PLAGUE IN THE FOREST. 
 
 THE PLAGUE IN THE FOREST. 
 
 TIMI was, when round the lion s den, 
 
 A peopled city raised its head ; 
 Twos not inhabited by men, 
 
 But by four-footed beasts instead. 
 The lynx, the leopard, and the bear, 
 The tiger and the wolf, were there ; 
 
 The hoof-defended steed ; 
 The bull, prepared with horns to gore, 
 The cat with claws, the tusky boar, 
 
 And all the canine breed. 
 
 In social compact thus combined, 
 
 Together dwelt the beasts of prey ; 
 Their murderous weapons all resigned, 
 
 And vowed each other not to slay. 
 Among them Reynard thrust his phiz ; 
 Not hoof, nor horn, nor tusk was his, 
 
 For warfare all unfit ; 
 He whispered to the royal dunce, 
 And gained a settlement at once ; 
 
 His weapon was, his wit 
 
THE PLAGUE IN THE FOREST. 25 
 
 One summer, by some fatal spell, 
 
 (Phoebus was peevish for some scoff,) 
 The plague upon that city fell, 
 
 And swept the beasts by thousands off. 
 The lion, as became his part, 
 Loved his own people from his heart, 
 
 And taking counsel sage, 
 His peerage summoned to advise 
 And offer up a sacrifice, 
 
 To soothe Apollo s rage. 
 
 Quoth lion, " We are sinners all, 
 
 And even it must be confessed, 
 If among sheep I chance to fall, 
 
 I, I am guilty as the rest. 
 To me the sight of lamb is curst, 
 It kindles in my throat a thirst, 
 
 I struggle to refrain, 
 Poor innocent ! his blood so sweet ! 
 His flesh so delicate to eat ! 
 
 I find resistance vain. 
 
 " Now to be candid, I must own 
 The sheep are weak and I am strong, 
 
 But when we find ourselves alone, 
 The sheep have never done me wrong. 
 
 And, since I purpose to reveal 
 
 All my offences, nor conceal 
 
2(> THE PLAGUE IN THE FOREST. 
 
 One trespass from your view ; 
 My appetite is made so keen, 
 That with the sheep the time has been 
 
 I took, the shepherd too. 
 
 " Then let us all our sins confess, 
 
 And whosesoe er the blackest guilt, 
 To ease my people s deep distress, 
 
 Let his atoning blood be spilt. 
 My own confession now you hear, 
 Should none of deeper dye appear, 
 
 Your sentence freely give ; 
 And if on me should fall the lot, 
 Make me the victim on the spot, 
 
 And let my people live." 
 
 The council with applauses rung, 
 
 To hear the Codrus of the wood ; 
 Though still some doubt suspended hung, 
 
 If he would make his promise good, 
 Quoth Reynard, " Since the world was made, 
 Was ever love like this displayed ? 
 
 Let us like subjects true 
 Swear, as before your feet we fall, 
 Sooner than you should die for all, 
 
 We all will die for you. 
 
 " But please your majesty, I deem, 
 Submissive to your royal grace, 
 
THE PLAGUE IN THE FOREST. 27 
 
 You hold in far too high esteem 
 
 That paltry, poltroon, sheepish race j 
 For oft, reflecting in the shade, 
 I ask myself why sheep were made 
 
 By all-creating power ? 
 And howsoe er I tax my mind, 
 This the sole reason I can find, 
 
 For lions to devour. 
 
 " And as for eating now and then, 
 
 As well the shepherd as the sheep, 
 How can that braggart breed of men 
 
 Expect with you the peace to keep ? 
 Tis time their blustering boast to stem, 
 That all the world was made for them, 
 
 And prove creation s plan ; 
 Teach them by evidence profuse 
 That man was made for lion s use, 
 
 Not lions made for man." 
 
 And now the noble peers begin, 
 
 And, cheered with such examples bright, 
 Disclosing each his secret sin, 
 
 Some midnight murder brought to light 
 Reynard was counsel for them all, 
 No crime the assembly could appal, 
 
 But Tie could botch with paint : 
 Hark ! as his honeyed accents roll, 
 Each tiger is a gentle soul : 
 
 Each blood-hound is a saint. 
 
28 THE PLAGUE IN THE FOREST. 
 
 When each had told his tale in turn, 
 
 The long-eared beast of burden came 
 And meekly said, " My bowels yearn 
 
 To make confession of my shame ; 
 But I remember on a time 
 I passed, not thinking of a crime, 
 
 A haystack on my way : 
 His lure some tempting devil spread, 
 I stretched across the fence my head, 
 
 And cropped, a lock of hay." 
 
 " Oh, monster ! villain i" Reynard cried, 
 
 " No longer seek the victim, sire ; 
 Nor why your subjects thus have died, 
 
 To expiate Apollo s ire." 
 The council with one voice decreed ; 
 All joined to execrate the deed, 
 
 " What, steal another s grass !" 
 The blackest crime their lives could show, 
 Was washed as white as virgin snow ; 
 
 The victim was, The Ass. 
 
TO A BEREAVED MOTHER. 29 
 
 TO A BEREAVED MOTHER. 
 
 SURE, to the mansions of the blest 
 
 When infant innocence ascends, 
 Some angel, brighter than the rest, 
 
 The spotless spirit s flight attends. 
 On wings of ecstasy they rise, 
 
 Beyond where worlds material roll ; 
 Till some fair sister of the skies 
 
 Receives the unpolluted soul. 
 
 That inextinguishable beam, 
 
 With dust united at our birth, 
 Sheds a more dim, discolor d gleam 
 
 The more it lingers upon earth. 
 Closed in this dark abode of clay, 
 
 The stream of glory faintly burns : 
 Not unobserved, the lucid ray 
 
 To its own native fount returns. 
 
 But when the LORD of mortal breath 
 Decrees his bounty to resume, 
 
 And points the silent shaft of death 
 Which speeds an infant to the tomb 
 3* 
 
80 TO A BEREAVED MOTHER. 
 
 No passion fierce, nor low desire, 
 
 Has quenched the radiance of the flame ; 
 
 Back to its GOD the living firo 
 Reverts, unclouded as it came. 
 
 Fond mourner ! be that solace thine ! 
 
 Let hope her healing charm impart, 
 And soothe, with melodies divine, 
 
 The anguish of a mother s heart. 
 O, think ! the darlings of thy love, 
 
 Divested of this earthly clod, 
 Amid unnurnber d saints above, 
 
 Bask in the bosom of their GOD. 
 
 Of their short pilgrimage on earth 
 
 Still tender images remain : 
 Still, still they bless thee for their birth, 
 
 Still filial gratitude retain. 
 Each anxious care, each rending sigh, 
 
 That wrung for them the parent s breast, 
 Dwells on remembrance in the sky, 
 
 Amid the raptures of the blest. 
 
 O er thee, with looks of love, they bend ; 
 
 For thee the LORD of life implore ; 
 And oft, from sainted bliss descend, 
 
 Thy wounded quiet to restore. 
 
TO A BEREAVED MOTHER. 
 
 Oft, iii the stillness of the night, 
 
 They smooth the pillow of thy bed ; 
 
 Oft, till the morn s returning light, 
 Still watchful hover o er thy head. 
 
 Hark ! in such strains as saints employ, 
 
 They whisper to thy bosom peace ; 
 Calm the perturbed heart to joy, 
 
 And bid the streaming sorrow cease. 
 Then dry, henceforth, the bitter tear : 
 
 Their part and thine inverted see : 
 Thou wert their guardian angel here, 
 
 They guardian angels now to thee. 
 
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32 CHARLES THE FIFTH S CLOCKS. 
 
 CHARLES THE FIFTH S CLOCKS. 
 
 WITH Charles the Fifth art thou acquainted, reader? 
 
 Of Ferdinand and Isabel the grandson, 
 
 In ages past of Europe s realms file leader, 
 
 Among the mightiest of all ages, one. 
 
 Spain, Germany, his sceptre swayed, 
 
 With feet victorious over France he trod, 
 
 Afric and Italy his laws obeyed, 
 
 And either India trembled at his nod. 
 
 Well, reader, this same monarch mighty, 
 
 Like many of his stamp before, 
 
 Down to the latest of the set 
 
 Whose names I leave in blank, as yet ! 
 
 And with Napoleon you may fill, 
 
 Or Alexander, as you will ; 
 
 Charles, seated upon all his thrones, 
 
 With all his crowns upon his head, 
 
 Built piles on piles of human bones, 
 
 As if he meant to reign the sovereign of the dead 
 
 He kept the world in uproar forty years, 
 
 And waded bloody oceans through; 
 
 Feasted on widows and on orphans tears, 
 
 And cities sacked, and millions slew. 
 
CHARLES THE FIFTH S CLOCKS. 
 
 And all the pranks of conquering heroes play d, 
 
 A master workman at the royal trade, 
 
 Tlie recipe approved time out of mind, 
 
 To win the hearts of all mankind. 
 
 But heroes, too, get weary of their trade ; 
 
 Charles had a conscience, and grew old ; 
 
 The gout sometimes an ugly visit paid ; 
 
 A voice within unwelcome stories told, 
 
 That heroes, just like common men, 
 
 One day must die ; and then 
 
 Of what might happen Charles was sore afraid. 
 
 Of Charles s wars, need little here be said ; 
 
 Their causes were ambition, avarice, pride, 
 
 Despotic empire o er the world to spread, 
 
 Revenge on Francis, who proclaimed he lied, 
 
 And chiefly Luther s heresies to quell ; 
 
 To prove the wrong of Reformation 
 
 With fire, and sword, and desolation, 
 
 And save the souls of Protestants from hell. 
 
 But when the humor came to save his own, 
 
 Charles stripp d off all his royal robes, 
 
 Dismissed his double globes, 
 
 Cast down his crowns, descended from his throne, 
 
 And with St. Jerome s monks retired, to die alone. 
 
 Charles had a maggot in the mind, 
 
 Restless, that needs must be of something thinking 
 
 And now, to keep his spirits from sinking, 
 
 Employment often at a loss to find, 
 
 Much of his time hp spent in prayer ; 
 
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34 CHARLES TIIK FIFTIl s CLOCKS. 
 
 Ill penance for his evil deeds, 
 
 In saying masses, and in telling beads; 
 
 In self-chastisement, till he bled 
 
 A drop for every ton of others shed ; 
 
 And. much his little garden claim d his care, 
 
 In planting cabbages and plucking seeds; 
 
 But these were simple occupations, . 
 
 And Charles, so long in empire s toils immers d, 
 
 So deep in all their intricacies vers d, 
 
 Seme pastime needed, full of complications. 
 
 So long his study had been man, 
 
 His sport, his victim, man, of flesh and blood, 
 
 That now with art mechanic he began 
 
 To fashion manakins of wood. 
 
 Soon he became a skilful mechanician, 
 
 And made his mimic men with so much art, 
 
 They made St. Jerome s friars start, 
 
 And think their royal master a magician, 
 
 Leagued with the mother of all evil ; 
 
 Like Dr. Faustus, soul-bound to the devil. 
 
 At last the fancy seized his brain, 
 
 Of perfect instruments for keeping time. 
 
 Watches and clocks he made, but all in vain ; 
 
 He never could succeed to make them chime. 
 
 With choice chronometers he linM his cell ; 
 
 No two at once would ever ring the bell. 
 
 Now mark the moral of my tale, 
 
 Which Qash d in sunbeams upon Charles s soul ; 
 
 When he whose chisel could prevail 
 
CHARLES THE FIFTIl s CLOCKS. 
 
 Man s outward actions to control, 
 
 So that his puppets seemed as good 
 
 As living men, though made of wood, 
 
 Yet ever baffled found his skill 
 
 To mould two watches to his will. 
 
 He smote his bosom with a sigh, 
 
 Exclaiming, " What a dolt was T, 
 
 By force constraining men to think alike, 
 
 And cannot make two clocks together st k 
 
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86 RETROSPECTION, 
 
 RETROSPECTION. 
 
 WHEN life s fair dream has passed away 
 
 To three score years and ten, 
 Before we turn again to clay 
 
 The lot of mortal men, 
 Tis wise a backward eye to cast 
 
 On life s revolving scene, 
 With calmness to review the past 
 
 And ask what we have been. 
 
 The cradle and the mother s breast 
 
 Have vanish J from the mind, 
 Of joys the eweetest and the best, 
 
 Nor left a trace behind. 
 Maternal tenderness and care 
 
 Were lavished all in vain 
 Of bliss, whatever was our share 
 
 No vestiges remain. 
 
 Far distant, like a beacon light 
 On ocean s boundless waste, 
 A single spot appears in sight 
 Yet indistinctly traced. 
 
RETROSPECTION. 
 
 Some mimic stage s thrilling cry, 
 
 Some agony of fear, 
 Some painted wonder to the eye, 
 
 Some trumpet to the ear. 
 
 These are the first events of life 
 
 That fasten on the brain, 
 And through the world s incessant strife 
 
 Indelible remain. 
 They form the link with ages past 
 
 From former worlds a gleam ; 
 With murky vapors overcast, 
 
 The net-work of a dream. 
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38 TO THE SUN-DIAL. 
 
 TO THE SUN-DIAL, 
 
 UNDER THE WINDOW OF THE HALL OF THE HOUSK OF REPRESENT 
 ATIVES OF THE UNITED STATES. 
 
 THOU silent herald of Time s silent flight ! 
 
 Say, could st thou speak, what warning voice were thine T 
 
 Shade, who canst only show how others shine ! 
 Dark, sullen witness of resplendent light 
 In day s broad glare, and when the moontide bright 
 
 Of laughing fortune sheds the ray divine, 
 
 Thy ready favors cheer us but decline 
 The clouds of morning and the gloom of night. 
 Yet are thy counsels faithful, just, and wise ; 
 
 They bid us seize the moments as they pass 
 Snatch the retrieveless sunbeam as it flies, 
 
 Nor lose one sand of life s revolving glass 
 Aspiring still, with energy sublime, 
 By virtuous deeds to give eternity to Time. 
 
THE THIRTEENTH SATIRE OF JUVENAL. 39 
 
 THE THIRTEENTH SATIRE OF JUVENAL.* 
 
 FROM Virtue s paths, when hapless men depart, 
 The first avenger is the culprit s heart ; 
 There sits a judge, from whose severe decree 
 No strength can rescue, and no speed can flee ; 
 A judge, unbiass d by the quibbling tribe ! 
 A judge, whom India s treasures cannot bribe. 
 
 Calvin, what thinkest thou the world will say, 
 To see thy faithless friend his trust betray 1 
 Yet, to thy fortune, is the breach but small ; 
 Thy purse will scarcely feel the loss at all; 
 Nor are examples of such baseness rare ! 
 Tis what in common with thee thousands bear ; 
 A single drop of water from the deep ! 
 A single grain from fortune s boundless heap. 
 
 Excessive sorrow let us then restrain : 
 A man should measure by the wound his pain ! 
 
 * THE ARGUMENT. Calvinus had deposited a sum of money in the 
 hands of a friend, who, upon being required to restore it, denied having 
 ever received the trust. Calvinus appears to have been too much affected 
 at this incident, and Juvenal addressed to him this Satire, containing topics 
 of consolation to Calvinus for his loss, and of reproof for the extreme 
 sensibility he had manifested upon ths occasion. 
 
40 THE THIRTEENTH SATIRE OF JUVENAL. 
 
 Though keen thy sense, the smallest ill to meet, 
 Must thy blood boil to find thy friend a cheat ? 
 The sacred trust committed he denies 
 But, at thy age, can treachery surprise ? 
 When threescore winters thou hast left behind, 
 To long experience art thou still so blind ? 
 
 Great, and prevailing is the sacred lore, 
 Which Wisdom, Fortune s victress, has in store , 
 But tee consider likewise those as blest, 
 Who meet the woes of life with placid breast ; 
 Bred in life s school, who bend beneath her sway, 
 Nor from her yoke would draw their necks away. 
 
 Is there a day so festive through the year, 
 But frequent frauds and perfidies appear? 
 A single day, but sees triumphant vice 
 With lurking dagger, or with loaded dice ? 
 
 Small is the train who honor s path pursue ; 
 The friends of virtue are a chosen few 
 So few, that gathering o er the spacious earth 
 A full collection of untainted worth, 
 Scarce could you find a number, free from guile, 
 To match the gates of Thebes, or mouths of Nile. 
 
 Such are the horrors of our modern times, 
 They bleach the blackness of all former crimes. 
 The age of iron has long since been past, 
 And four tesides, each blacker than the last ; 
 A ninth succeeds, compared with which, of old, 
 The age of iron was an age of gold ; 
 An age, which nature dares not even name, 
 
THE THIRTEENTH SATIRE OF JUVENAL. 41 
 
 Nor yields a metal to express its sharao. 
 
 The faith of gods and men our lips attest, 
 
 Loud as a great man s pimps applaud his jest. 
 
 But hoary infant ; art thou still to know 
 
 With what bright charms another s treasures glow ? 
 
 Go ! fetch the rattle of thy childhood, go ! 
 
 What peals of laughter rise on every side ! 
 
 How all the town thy simpleness deride ! 
 
 To see thee ask, and with a serious brow, 
 
 That any mortal be not perjured now ; 
 
 To see thee now, of any man require 
 
 Faith in a god, and terror of hell-fire. 
 
 These tenets truly our forefathers held, 
 
 Ere from this throne old Saturn was expelled 
 
 Before he laid his diadem aside, 
 
 And in the rustic sickle took a pride, 
 
 While Ida s caves were yet the haunts of Jove, 
 
 Nor virgin Juno, conscious of his love. 
 
 No revels then were ever seen to rise 
 
 Among the heavenly tenants of the skies ; 
 
 No Trojan boy, no Hebe s form divine, 
 
 To fill the goblets with inflaming wine ; 
 
 With unwashed hands, no smutty Vulcan came 
 
 To quaff the nectar, from his anvil s flame. 
 
 Each god was then content to dine alone, 
 
 Nor was our motley mob of god-heads known ; 
 
 Small were the numbers of the blest abode ; 
 
 Nor weighed down wretched Atlas with the load ; 
 
 No gloomy Pluto ruled the realms of shade, 
 
42 THE THIRTEENTH SATIRE OF JUVENAL. 
 
 Nor yet had ravished the Sicilian maid. 
 Hell then no wheel, no rock, no furies bore, 
 No vulture s pounces dripped with ghostly gore ; 
 But cheerful spirits ranged the valleys gay. 
 Nor of infernal monarchs owned the sway. 
 A fraud was held a wonder in that age ; 
 And in the presence of a hoary sage, 
 Had any younger man to rise forborne, 
 However blest with ampler stores of corn, 
 To them a crime of dye so black it seemed, 
 As by naught else but death could be redeemed. 
 The like respect by beardless boys was shown 
 To those whose faces were but just o ergrown ; 
 Such awe four years precedence could engage, 
 And youth s first blossom bore the fruits of age . 
 
 Now, if your friend should not betray his trust, 
 But give you back your coins with all their rust, 
 It seems a miracle of higher strain, 
 Than all the Tuscan sybil books contain, 
 And, in memorial of so strange a deed, 
 A votive lamb should on the altar bleed. 
 If now mine eyes a man of virtue greet, 
 I think a double-headed child to meet 
 Not more surprising were it to behold 
 A plough-share dig up fish, or mules with foal ; 
 Rain fall in pebbles, or in wildest shapes 
 Bees, clustering on a temple s roof like grapes. 
 Or rivers, rushing with tremendous sweep, 
 Co pour a milky torrent in the deep. 
 
THE THIRTEENTH SATIRE OF JUVENAL. 43 
 
 The loss of fifty ducats you deplore, 
 
 See your next neighbor filched of ten times more ; 
 
 By a like fraud behold a third complain 
 
 His loss of all his strong-box could contain. 
 
 So prone, so ready are we to despise 
 
 The single testimonial of the skies, 
 
 Unless a mortal sanction too be given, 
 
 And man confirm the evidence of Heaven ! 
 
 Look . with what seeming purity of breast 
 
 And steady face he dares his faith attest 
 
 Swears by the solar beams, the bolts of Jove, 
 
 And thy full quiver, huntress of the grove ; 
 
 By Mars lance, Apollo s arrows drear, 
 
 By Neptune s trident, and Minerva s spear, 
 
 Alcides bow, and whatsoe er beside 
 
 From all heaven s arsenal can be supplied ; 
 
 And, if a father sooner be my food 
 
 My infant s flesh, he cries, my drink his blood! 
 
 There are who deem that Fortune governs all ; 
 That no Supreme Disposer rules the ball ; 
 That Nature s energies alone suffice 
 To make successive days and seasons rise ; 
 Hence, with intrepid brow, such men as these 
 To sanction falsehood, any altar seize, 
 
 Another trembles lest the vengeance due, 
 Of gods offended, should his crimes pursue ; 
 Believes in gods, yet stains with guilt his soul, 
 Aud thus attempts his terrors to control 
 " Deal with my body as thou wilt," he cries, 
 
44 THE THIRTEENTH SATIRE OF JUVENAL. 
 
 " Great Isis ! and with blindness strike my eyes, 
 If peacefully, though blind, I may but hold 
 The price of perjury, the pilfered gold. 
 What is a palsied side, a broken leg, 
 Compared with indigence, compelled to beg 
 The fleetest runner would, beyond a doubt, 
 Give all his swiftness for a wealthy gout; 
 Nay, should he hesitate in such a case, 
 Send for his doctor and his waistcoat lace ; 
 For what can all his racing talent boot ? 
 A hungry stomach and a nimble foot. 
 And what avails the olive round his head, 
 While puffed with glory, he must pine for bread 1 
 The anger of the gods, though great, is slow; 
 Nor will their mercy doom to endless woe ; 
 And if they punish every guilty soul, 
 Before my turn comes what long years may roll 
 Perhaps their wrath is pacified with ease, 
 And oft they overlook such faults as these ; 
 For the same deed, as good or ill luck reigns, 
 One wields a sceptre, and one hangs iu chains. 
 Thus having lulled his conscience to repose, 
 Before you to the sacred fane he goes ; 
 Nay, drags you thither, with indignant ear 
 The oath of fraud aud perfidy to hear ; 
 For, with the multitude, guilt s face of brass 
 For conscious innocence will often pass. 
 See ! how he lays his hand upon his heart, 
 And like a finished actor plays his part ! 
 
THE THIRTEENTH SATIRE OF JUVENAL. 45 
 
 You, plunder d of your trust, with piercing cries, 
 In vain, with voice like Stentor, rend the skies, 
 Or rather, like old Homer s Mars exclaim, 
 " Hear st thou all this, great Jove, in silence tame, 
 When all thy fury, at such vows accurst, 
 From lips of brass or marble ought to burst ? 
 Else, wherefore burns our incense at thy shrine ? 
 Why, on thy altars, bleed the calves or swine ? 
 Since no distinction, I perceive, were just, 
 Between your statues and a dancer s bust." 
 
 Yet hear what comfort an unlettered friend, 
 Though from no school derived, can recommend ; 
 Who never made the cynic rule his own, 
 Nor that of stoics, differing but in gown; 
 Nor yet has learned the maxims to obey 
 Of Epicurus, in his garden gay. 
 When dire diseases rack your feeble frame, 
 Call for some doctor of distinguished fame ; 
 But in a case like yours, of trifling pain, 
 To Philip s pupil you may trust your vein. 
 
 Expressly show that since the world began 
 A deed so base was never done by man ; 
 Then, I object no longer, tear your hair, 
 And beat your face and bosom in despair ; 
 At such a dread misfortune close your gates, 
 With lamentation loud accuse the Fates, 
 Heave deeper groans, tears more abundant shed 
 For money pilfered than a father dead. 
 No man in this case feigns of grief a show ; 
 
40 THE THIRTEENTH SATIRE OF JUVENAL. 
 
 Content to wear the formal suits of woe, 
 And fret his eyes to strain a seeming tear, 
 No ! for lost gold our sorrows are sincere ! 
 
 But if the like complaint with yours you meet, 
 Where er you turn your eyes in every street ; 
 If every day shows men who boldly dare 
 Their own hand-writing to a bond forswear ; 
 Proved by ten witnesses their deed deny, 
 And gravely give their solemn seal the lie, 
 Must thou from common miseries be free ? 
 And art thou formed of better clay than we ? 
 Thou, favored by the gods with special grace ; 
 We, the vile refuse of a worthless race ? 
 
 Thine eyes to crimes of deeper baseness turn, 
 And thy small loss to bear with patience learn ; 
 See this man s slave with robber bands conspire, 
 Behold that mansion blaze with bidden fire : 
 See, from yon antique temple stolen away, 
 The massive goblet, venerably gray ! 
 Gifts from which nations once derived renown, 
 Or some old monarch s consecrated crown. 
 Are these not there 7 behold the villain ply 
 To rasp the gilding from Alcidcs thigh, 
 Strike off the nose from Neptune s nged form, 
 Or strip the bracelet from young Castor s arm ; 
 Why should he dread of minor gods the frown, 
 Wont the whole thunderer bravely to mHt down? 
 
 The guilt of blood see other wretches share, 
 And one the poison sHl, and one prepare ! 
 
THE THIRTEENTH SATIRE OF JUVENAL. 47 
 
 See, to a harmless, hapless, monkey lied, 
 
 Plunged in the briny deep the parricide ; 
 
 Yet in this list how small a part appear 
 
 Of all the crimes that meet the Praetor s ear, 
 
 And he from Hesper s dawn till closing day must hear. 
 
 The manners of mankind wouldst thou be taught, 
 
 With full instruction that one house is fraught ; 
 
 But a few days attend the trials there, 
 
 And then to call thyself unhappy, dare. 
 
 Who feels astonishment affect his mind 
 Amidst the Alps a tumid throat to find ? 
 Or who behold in Meroe, with surprise, 
 A dug surpass the child it feeds in size ? 
 On seeing Germans, who would think to stare 
 At azure eyes and golden-colored hair, 
 And crisped locks, with ointments which distill? 
 Such they were made by Nature s sovereign wil] 
 Clap but a cloud of Thracian cranes their wings, 
 Lo ! to his arms the pigmy warrior springs ! 
 But soon, unequal to resistance, flies, 
 Clenched in relentless clutches through the skies. 
 Among ourselves a sight like this would make 
 Your sides, no doubt, with ceaseless laughter shake ; 
 But there, though common, tis no laughing sight, 
 Where the whole tribe is not a foot in height 
 
 " But shall the wretch all penalties evade, 
 For friendship perjur d, and for trust beti ayed?" 
 Suppose him seized, in chains, and at your will, 
 (What would vindictive anger more ?) to kill ; 
 
8 THE THIRTEENTH SATIRE OF JUVENAL. 
 
 Yet would your damage still the same remain 
 Nor could his death restore the trust again ; 
 How poor a comfort, to relieve your woe, 
 The blood that from his headless trunk would flow ! 
 
 " But vengeance, even more than life, is sweet;" 
 Yes ! to those minds of heedless, headlong heat, 
 Which blaze at every spark, however small, 
 And often kindle without cause at all : 
 Not Thales thus, nor tnus Chrysippus speaks, 
 Not thus the best and wisest of the Greeks 
 The godlike Socrates who, galled with chains, 
 To share the hemlock with his foe disdains. 
 True wisdom points to virtue s path, and frees 
 From every vice and error, by degrees; 
 The noble soul above revenge we find, 
 Tis the poor pleasure of a puny mind : 
 If proof you need, contemplate female spite ; 
 In vengeance none like women take delight. 
 
 But, canst thoudeem from all chastisement freed 
 Men who beneath the scourge of conscience bleed? 
 By scorpions stung, their teeth in fury gnash, 
 And writhe with anguish at the secret lash ? 
 Oh! trust me, friend, the judge in hell below 
 Cannot on crimes inflict so deep a woe 
 As that poor mortal feels, by guilt oppressed, 
 Doomed day and night to bear the witness in his breast. 
 
 A Spartan once to Delphi s fane repaired, 
 And to consult the god s opinion dared, 
 Whether he might retain entrusted gold, 
 
THE THIRTEENTH SA7IRE OF JUVENAL. 49 
 
 And with a solemn oath the fraud uphold ! 
 The priestess answered, with indignant air, 
 The doubt alone its punishment should bear ; 
 Th insulting doubt that in the question lies, 
 If great Apollo would a crime advise. 
 The frightened Spartan, by compulsion just, 
 From fear, not virtue, straight restored the trust ; 
 Yet soon he found, that, from the sacred fane, 
 His doom deserved was not denounced in vain : 
 Himself, his offspring, all his hapless race, 
 Swept from the earth, left not behind a trace. 
 By such hard penalties must men atone 
 The fault of meditated wrong alone ; 
 He guilt incurs who merely guilt intends 
 
 How much more he, then, who in act offends? 
 
 Perpetual anguish preys upon his breast, 
 
 Nor, even at his meals, allows him rest. 
 
 His sickened palate, nauseating, heaves 
 
 At every morsel that his mouth receives ; 
 
 Loathes the fine fragrance of long-hoarded vines. 
 
 The cordial drop, distilled from Alban wines ; 
 
 While his knit brows, if choicer still you bring, 
 
 Of sour Falernian seem to mark the sting. 
 
 At night, if when his limbs have long been spread, 
 
 In restless tossings, over all his bed, 
 
 Short slumber comes at last to close his eyes, 
 
 In dreams he sees the hallowed temple rise 
 
 Before him violated altars stand, 
 
 And gods offended . with uplifted hand ; 
 
50 THE THIRTEENTH SATIRE OF JUVENA/.. 
 
 But, what his breast with torture chiefly rends 
 Larger than life thy sacred form ascends, 
 With deadly fears his dastard soul to press, 
 And force his lips their falsehood to confess. 
 Heaven s earliest murmurs cause his heart to fail 
 And every flash of lightning turns him pale; 
 By storms or chance impelled, no bolts can fly, 
 He thinks, but vengeance hurls it from on high. 
 If, yet unhurt, he sees one storm pass o er. 
 He only trembles at the next the more. 
 If in his side he feels the slightest pains, 
 Or sleepless fever riot in his veins, 
 The weapons of a god he fancies these, 
 Sent to afflict his body with disease. 
 For health he dares not ask the powers divine, 
 
 With votive offerings at the sacred shrine ; 
 
 For oh ! what mercy can the guilty mind, 
 
 In illness, hope from angry heaven to find ? 
 
 What bleeding victims for his crimes atone, 
 
 Whose life were not more precious than his ow* ? 
 With what a changeful, sickliness of soul, 
 
 The varying tempers of the wicked roll ! 
 
 Crimes to commit how bold they are and strong ! 
 
 But soon they learn to know the right from wrong. 
 
 Yet stubborn nature all amendment spurns, 
 
 And to her evil practices returns. 
 
 For what offender ever yet was found 
 
 Who to his vices could prescribe a bound ? 
 
 The blush of shame, when once expelled the fact 
 
THE THIRTEENTH SATIRE OF JUVENAL. 
 
 51 
 
 \Vho ever saw it reassume its place ? 
 
 in all thy life s experience, hast thou know a 
 
 A man contented with one crime alone 1 
 
 The wretch who wronged you, in the toils soon caught, 
 Shall to some prison s gloomy cell be brought ; 
 Or to some dreary rock of banishment, 
 For famous exiles noted, shall be sent ; 
 Then shall the sufferings of your perjured foe 
 Sweet consolation on your soul bestow; 
 And then, at last, shall your rejoicing mind 
 Confess the gods are neither deaf nor blind. 
 
52 VERSION OF THE HUNDRED SEVENTH PSALM, 
 
 VERSION OF THE ONE HUNDRED SEVENTH 
 PSALM. 
 
 O THAT the race of men would raise 
 
 Their voices to their heaveuly King, 
 And with the sacrifice of praise 
 
 The glories of Jehovah sing ! 
 Ye navigators of the sea, 
 
 Your course on ocean s tides who keep, 
 And there Jehovah s wonders see, 
 
 His wonders in the briny deep ! 
 
 He speaks ; conflicting whirlwinds fly ; 
 
 The waves in swelling torrents flow; 
 They mount, aspire to heaven on high ; 
 
 They sink, as if to hell below: 
 Their souls with terror melt away ; 
 
 They stagger as if drunk with wine 
 Their skill is vain, to thee they pray ; 
 
 O, save them, Energy divine ! 
 
 He stays the storm; the waves subside; 
 
 Their hearts with rapture are inspired ; 
 Soft breezes waft them o er the tide, 
 
 In gladness, to their port desired : 
 
VERSION OF THE HUNDRED SEVENTH PSALM. 53 
 
 O that mankind the song would raise, 
 
 Jehovah s goodness to proclaim ! 
 Assembled nations shout his praise, 
 
 Assembled elders bless his name ! 
 5* 
 
54 THE HOUR-GLASS. 
 
 THE HOUR-GLASS. 
 
 ALAS ! how swift the moments fly ! 
 
 How flash the years along ! 
 Scarce here, yet gone already by, 
 
 The burden of a song. 
 See childhood, youth, and manhood pass 
 
 And age, with furrowed brow; 
 Time was Time shall be drain the gl 
 
 But where in Time is now? 
 
 Time is the measure but of change ; 
 
 No present hour is found ; 
 The past, the future, fill the range 
 
 Of Time s unceasing round. 
 Where, then, is now ? In realms above 
 
 With God s atoning Lamb 
 In regions of eternal love, 
 
 Where sits enthroned I AM. 
 
 Then, pilgrim, let thy joys and tears 
 
 On Time no longer lean ; 
 But henceforth all thy hopes and fears 
 
 From earth s affections wean : 
 
THE HOUR-GLASS. 
 
 To God let votive accents rise ; 
 
 With truth, witn virtue, live ; 
 So all the bliss that Time denies 
 
 Eternity shall give. 
 
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56 SABBATH MORNING. 
 
 SABBATH MORNING 
 
 55 
 HARK ! tis the holy temple s bell ; 
 
 The voice that summons me to prayer 
 My heart, each roving fancy quell ; 
 
 Come, to the house of God repair. 
 
 44 
 There, while, in orison sublime, 
 
 Souls to the throne of God asceud, 
 Let no unhallowed child of time 
 
 Profane pollutions with them blend. 
 
 44 
 
 How for thy wants canst thou implore, 
 Crave for thy frailties pardon free, 
 
 Of praise the votive tribute pour, 
 Or bend, in thanks, the grateful knee,- 
 
 G6 
 If, from the awful King of kings, 
 
 Each bauble lures thy soul astray; 
 If to this dust of earth it clings, 
 
 And, fickle, flies from heaven away ; 
 
SABBATH MORNING. 
 
 57 
 
 Pure as the blessed se^ph s vow, 
 O, let the sacred concert rise ; 
 
 Intent with humble rapture bow, 
 Adore the ruler of the skies. 
 
 Bid earth-born atoms all depart ; 
 
 Within thyself collected, fall ; 
 And give one day, rebellious heart, 
 
 Unsullied to the Lord of all 
 
68 THE DEATH OF CHILDREN. 
 
 THE DEATH OF CHILDREN. 
 
 SURE, to the mansions of the blest 
 When infant innocence ascends, 
 
 Some angel brighter than the rest 
 The spotless spirit s flight attends. 
 
 On wings of ecstasy they rise, 
 
 Beyond where worlds material roll 
 
 Till some fair sister of the skies 
 Receives the unpolluted soul 
 
 There, at the Almighty Father s hand, 
 Nearest the throne of living light, 
 
 The choirs of infant seraphs stand, 
 
 And dazzling shine, where all are bright. 
 
 That inextinguishable beam, 
 
 With dust united at our birth, 
 Sheds a more dim, discolored gleam, 
 
 The more it lingers upon earth. 
 
THE DEATH OF CHILDREN. 09 
 
 Closed in this dark abode of clay, 
 
 The stream of glory faintly burns, 
 Nor unobscured the lucid ray 
 
 To its own native fount returns. 
 
 But when the Lord of mortal breath 
 
 Decrees his bounty to resume. 
 And points the silent shaft of death, 
 
 Which speeds an infant to the tomb 
 
 No passion fierce, no low desire, 
 
 Has quenched the radiance of the flame ; 
 
 Back to its God the living fire 
 Returns unsullied, as it came 
 
60 WRITTEN IN SICKNESS. 
 
 WRITTEN IN SICKNESS. 
 
 LORD ot all worlds, let thanks and praise 
 
 To thee forever fill my soul ; 
 With blessings thou hast crowned my days- 
 
 My heart, my head, my hand control : 
 O, let no vain presumption rise, 
 
 No impious murmur in my heart, 
 To crave the boon thy will denies, 
 
 Or shrink from ill thy hands impart. 
 
 Thy child am I, and not an hour, 
 
 Revolving in the orbs above, 
 But brings some token of thy power, 
 
 But brings some token of thy love : 
 And shall this bosom dare repine, 
 
 In darkness dare deny the dawn, 
 Or spurn the treasures of the mine, 
 
 Because one diamond is withdrawn ? 
 
 The fool denies, the fool alone, 
 
 Thy being, Lord, and boundless might, 
 
 Denies the firmament, thy throne, 
 Denies the sun s meridian light ; 
 
WRITTEN IN SICKNESS. 61 
 
 Denies the fashion of his frame, 
 
 The voice he hears, the breath he draws ; 
 
 O idiot atheist ! to proclaim 
 
 Effects unnumbered without cause. 
 
 Matter and mind, mysterious one, 
 
 Are man s for threescore years and ten ; 
 Where, ere the thread of life was spun ? 
 
 Where, when reduced to dust again ? 
 All-seeing God, the doubt suppress; 
 
 The doubt thou only canst relieve ; 
 My soul thy Saviour-Son shall bless, 
 
 Fly to thy gospel, and believe. 
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62 HYMN FOR THE TWENTY-SECOND OF DECEMBER. 
 
 HYMN FOR THE TWENTY-SECOND OF 
 DECEMBER. 
 
 WHEN o er the billow-heaving deep, 
 
 The fathers of our race, 
 The precepts of their God to keep, 
 
 Sought here their resting-place 
 
 That gracious God their path prepared, 
 
 Preserved from every harm, 
 And still for their protection bared 
 
 His everlasting arm. 
 
 His breath, inspiring every gale, 
 
 Impels them o er the main ; 
 His guardian angels spread the sail, 
 
 And tempests howl in vain. 
 
 For them old ocean s rocks are smoothed 
 December s face grows mild ; 
 
 To vernal airs her blasts are soothed, 
 And all their rage beguiled. 
 
HYMN FOR THE TWENTY-SECOND OF DECEMBER. 63 
 
 When Famine rolls her haggard eyes, 
 
 His ever-bounteous hand 
 Abundance from the sea supplies, 
 
 And treasures from the sand. 
 
 Nor yet his tender mercies cease ; 
 
 His overruling plan 
 Inclines to gentleness and peace 
 
 The heart of savage man. 
 
 And can our stony bosoms be 
 
 To all these wonders blind ? 
 Nor swell with thankfulness to thee, 
 
 O Parent of mankind? 
 
 All-gracious God, inflame our zeal ; 
 
 Dispense one blessing more ; 
 Grant us thy boundless love to feel, 
 
 Thy goodness to adore. 
 
64 O GOD, WITH GOODNESS ALL THY OWN. 
 
 O GOD, WITH GOODNESS ALL THY OWN. 
 
 O GOD, with goodness all thy own, 
 
 In mercy cause thy face to shine ; 
 So shall thy ways on earth be known, 
 
 Thy saving health and power divine: 
 O, let the gladdening nations sing, 
 
 And praise thy name with hallowed mirth, 
 For thou of righteousness art King, 
 
 And rulest all the subject earth. 
 
 O, let the people praise the Lord ; 
 
 The people all thy praise express ; 
 And earth her plenty shall afford, 
 
 And God, yea, our own God, shall bless ; 
 Our God his blessing shall bestow ; 
 
 His power, his goodness, shall appear ; 
 And all the ends of earth shall know 
 
 And worship him with holy fear. 
 
SJNG TO JEHOVAH A NEW SONG. 65 
 
 SING TO JEHOVAH A NEW SONG. 
 
 Si NO to Jehovah a new song, 
 
 For deeds of wonder he hath done ; 
 His arm in holiness is strong ; 
 
 His hand the victory hath won : 
 The Lord salvation hath made known ; 
 
 His goodness o er the world extends ; 
 His truth to Israel s house is shown ; 
 
 His power to earth s remotest ends. 
 
 Shout to Jehovah, all the earth, 
 
 Break forth in joy, exult, and sing; 
 Let voice, let clarion speak your mirth, 
 
 Trumpet and harp proclaim your King : 
 Roar, ocean, to thy lowest deep ; 
 
 Shout, earth, and all therein that dwell ; 
 Floods, clap your hands as on you sweep : 
 
 Mountains, the choral anthem swell. 
 
 Let heaven, and earth, and sea, combine, 
 
 Jehovah s holy name to bless ; 
 Creation owns his power divine, 
 
 The universe his righteousness : 
 
66 SING TO JEHOVAH A NEW SONG. 
 
 He comes in judgment to display 
 Resistless right and boundless grace 
 
 The world with equity to sway, 
 And blessings shed o er all our race. 
 
O, ALL YE PEOPLE CLAP YOUR HANDS. 67 
 
 O, ALL YE PEOPLE, CLAP YOUR HANDS. 
 
 0, ALL ye people, clap your hands, 
 
 Shout unto God with holy mirth ; 
 In fearful majesty he stands ; 
 
 He is the Monarch of the earth : 
 Before us nations he subdues, 
 
 And prostrates kingdoms at our feet ; 
 For us a portion he shall choose 
 
 In favored Jacob s chosen seat. 
 
 God, with a shout, to heaven ascends ; 
 
 Sing praises to our God and King : 
 Hark ! the loud tempest ether rends ; 
 
 Sing praises, praises, praises sing. 
 His power Creation s orb sustains ; 
 
 Sing hymns of praise to him alone : 
 Jehovah o er the nations i*eigns ; 
 
 He sits upon his holy throne. 
 
 See gathering princes, men of might, 
 In crowds from earth s remotest shore, 
 
 With us in worship all unite, 
 
 And Abraham s God with us adore : 
 
68 O, ALL YE PEOPLE, CLAP YOUR HANDS. 
 
 The shields of earth are all his own, 
 Aud, far o er human ken sublime, 
 
 Eternal pillars prop his throne, 
 
 Beyond the bounds of space and time. 
 
TURN TO THE STARS OF HEAVEN THINE EYES. 69 
 
 TURN TO THE STARS OF HEAVEN THINE 
 EYES. 
 
 TURN to the stars of heaven thine eyes, 
 
 And God shall meet thee there ; 
 Exalt thy vision to the skies, 
 
 His glory they declare ; 
 Day speaks to day, night teaches night, 
 
 The wonders of their frame, 
 And all in harmony unite 
 
 Their Maker to proclaiu. 
 
 Earth has no language, man no speech, 
 
 But gives their voice a tongue ; 
 Their words the world s foundations reach 
 
 Their hymn in heaven is sung ; 
 Pavilioned there in glory bright, 
 
 As from a blooming bride, 
 The sun comes forth in floods of light, 
 
 With all a bridegroom s pride. 
 
 Glad, like a giant for the race, 
 
 His orient flame ascends, 
 Soars through the boundless realms of space, 
 
 And in the west descends; 
 
70 TURN TO THE STARS OF HEAVEN THINE EYES. 
 
 His heat the vital lamp bestows, 
 
 The firmament pervades, 
 In ocean s darkest caverns glows, 
 
 And earth s profoundest shades. 
 
O LORD MY GOD ! HOW GREAT ART THOU ! 71 
 
 O LORD MY GOD ! HOW GREAT ART THOU ! 
 
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 O LORD my God ! how great art thou ! 
 
 With honor and with glory crowned ; 
 Light s dazzling splendors veil thy brow, 
 
 And gird the universe around. 
 
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 Spirits and angels thou hast made ; 
 
 Thy ministers a flaming fire ; 
 By thee were earth s foundations laid ; 
 
 At thy rebuke the floods retire. 
 
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 Thine are the fountains of the deep ; 
 
 By thee their waters swell or fail ; 
 Up to the mountain s summit creep, 
 
 Or shrink beneath the lowly vale. 
 
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 Thy fingers mark their utmost bound ; 
 
 That bound the waters may not pass ; 
 Their moisture swells the teeming ground, 
 
 And paints the valleys o er with grass. 
 
72 O LORD MY GOD ! HOW GREAT ART THOU ! 
 
 The waving harvest, Lord, is thine ; 
 
 The vineyard, aud the olive s juice ; 
 Corn, wine, and oil, by thee combine, 
 
 Life, gladness, beauty, to produce. 
 
 The moon for seasons thou hast made, 
 The sun for change of day and night ; 
 
 Of darkness thine the deepest shade, 
 And thine the day s meridian light. 
 
 O Lord, thy works are all divine ; 
 
 In wisdom hast thou made them all ; 
 Earth s teeming multitudes are thine ; 
 
 Thine peopled ocean s great and small. 
 
 All these on thee for life depend ; 
 
 Thy spirit speaks, and they are born ; 
 They gather what thy bounties send ; 
 
 Thy hand of plenty fills the horn. 
 
 Thy face is hidden they turn pale, 
 With terror quake, with anguish burn ; 
 
 Their breath thou givest to the gale ; 
 They die, and to their dust return. 
 
 And thou, my soul, with pure delight, 
 Thy voice to bless thy Maker raise ; 
 
 His praise let morning sing to night, 
 And night to morn repeat his praise. 
 
O LORD, THY ALL-DISCERNING EYES. 73 
 
 O LORD, THY ALL-DISCERNING EYES. 
 
 O LORD, thy all-discerning eyes 
 
 My inmost purpose see ; 
 My deeds, my words, my thoughts, arise 
 
 Alike disclosed to thee : 
 My sitting down, my rising up, 
 
 Broad noon, and deepest night, 
 My path, my pillow, and my cup, 
 
 Are open to thy sight. 
 
 Before, behind, I meet thine eye, 
 
 And feel thy heavy hand : 
 Such knowledge is for me too high, 
 
 To reach or understand : 
 What of thy wonders can I know ? 
 
 What of thy purpose see ? 
 Where from thy spirit shall I go ? 
 
 Where from thy presence flee ? 
 
 If I ascend to heaven on high, 
 
 Or make my bed in hell ; 
 Or take the morning s wings, and fly 
 
 O er ocean s bounds to dwell ; 
 
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74 O LORD, THY ALL-DISCERNING EYES. 
 
 Or seek, from thee, a hiding-place 
 Amid the gloom of night 
 
 Alike to thee are time and space, 
 The darkness and the light. 
 
MY SOUL, BEFORE THY MAKER KNEEL. 75 
 
 MY SOUL, BEFORE THY MAKER KNEEL, 
 
 MY soul, before thy Maker kneel ; 
 
 His name let all within me bless ; 
 Tis he the wounded heart shall heal ; 
 
 Tis he shall comfort in distress : 
 My soul, his name forget not thou, 
 
 Who e en in tender mercy frowns, 
 Forgives thy oft-forgotten vow, 
 
 And still thy lips with blessing crowns. 
 
 The Lord of mercy and of grace, 
 
 To kindness swift, to anger slow, 
 Not always wears a chiding face, 
 
 Not always bends the avenging bow : 
 Above the earth as heaven is high, 
 
 Above our crimes his mercies rise : 
 We sin but pardon still is nigh ; 
 
 Fools he rewards us as the wise. 
 
 Far distant as the adverse poles, 
 
 Our sins he scatters to the wild, 
 Pities the frailties of our souls 
 
 A father s pity for his child : 
 
MY SOUL, BEFORE THY MAKER KNEEL. 
 
 He knows our frame ; our days are grass ; 
 
 The fading floweret s bloom is o er ; 
 Let but a breeze of morning pass, 
 
 The place shall never know it more. 
 
 But far beyond the bounds of time 
 
 The mercies of the Lord are sure ; 
 Throughout eternity sublime 
 
 His truth and justice shall endure : 
 His grace of those who keep his law 
 
 Shall on the children s children fall ; 
 His throne high heaven beholds with awe ; 
 
 His kingdom ruleth over all. 
 
FOR THEE IN ZION WAITETH PRAISE. 77 
 
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 FOR THEE IN ZION WAITETH PRAISE, 
 
 FOR thee in Zion waiteth praise, 
 
 O God, thou that hearest prayer ; 
 To thee the suppliant voice we raise ,- 
 
 To thee shall all mankind repair. 
 On thee the ends of earth rely ; 
 
 In thee the distant seas confide ; 
 By thee the mountains brave the sky, 
 
 And girded by thy strength abide. 
 
 Thou speakest to the tempest peace ; 
 
 The roaring wave obeys thy nod ; 
 The tumults of the people cease ; 
 
 Earth trembles at the voice of God : 
 The morning s dawn, the evening s shade, 
 
 Alike thy power with gladness see ; 
 The fields from thee the rains receive, 
 
 And swell with fruitfulness by thee. 
 
 Thy river, gracious God, o erflows ; 
 
 Its streams for human wants provide ; 
 At thy command the harvest grows, 
 
 By thy refreshing showers supplied : 
 
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78 FOR THEE IN ZIOX WAITETH PRAISE. 
 
 Thy bounty clothes the plains with grass ; 
 
 Thy path drops fatness as it goes ; 
 And wheresoe er thy footsteps pass, 
 
 The desert blossoms like the rose. 
 
 Thy goodness crowns the circling year ; 
 
 The wilderness repeats thy voice ; 
 The mountains clad with flocks appear ; 
 
 The hills on every side rejoice ; 
 And harvests from the valleys spring ; 
 
 The reaper s sickle they employ ; 
 And, hark ! how hill and valley ring 
 
 With universal shouts of joy 1 
 
My SHEPHERD IS THE LORD ON HIGH. 79 
 
 MY SHEPHERD IS THE LORD ON HIGH. 
 
 MY Shepherd is the Lord on high ; 
 
 His hand supplies me still ; 
 In pastures green he makes me lie, 
 
 Beside the rippling rill : 
 He cheers niy soul, relieves my woes, 
 
 His glory to display ; 
 The paths of righteousness he shows, 
 
 And leads me in his way. 
 
 Though walking through death s dismal shade, 
 
 No evil will I fear ; 
 Thy rod, thy staff shall lend me aid, 
 
 For thou art ever near : 
 For me a table thou dost spread 
 
 In presence of my foes ; 
 With oil thou dost anoint my head ; 
 
 By thee my cup o erflows. 
 
 Thy goodness and thy mercy sure 
 
 Shall bless me all my days ; 
 And I, with lips sincere and pure, 
 
 Will celebrate thy praise. 
 
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 MY SHEPHERD IS THE LORD ON HIGH. 
 
 Yes, in the temple of the Lord 
 Forever I will dwell ; 
 
 To after time thy name record, 
 And of thy glory tell. 
 
SEND FORTH, O GOD, THY TRUTH AND LIGHT. 81 
 
 SEND FORTH, O GOD, THY TRUTH AND 
 LIGHT. 
 
 SEND forth, O God, thy truth and light, 
 
 And let them lead me still, 
 Undaunted, in the paths of right, 
 
 Up to thy holy hill : 
 Then to thy altar will I spring, 
 
 And in my God rejoice 
 And praise shall tune the trembling string, 
 
 And gratitude my voice. 
 
 O why, my soul, art thou cast down ? 
 
 Within me why distressed ? 
 Thy hopes the God of grace shall crown ; 
 
 He yet shall make thee blessed ; 
 To him, my never-failing Friend, 
 
 I bow, and kiss the rod ; 
 To him shall thanks and praise ascend, 
 
 My Saviour and my God. 
 
82 O JUDGE HE, LOUD, FOR THOU ART JUST 
 
 O JUDGE ME, LORD, FOR THOU ART JUST. 
 
 O JUDGE me, Lord, for thou art just; 
 
 Thy statutes are my pride ; 
 In theo alone I put my trust ; 
 
 I therefore shall not slide : 
 
 prove me, try my reins and heart ; 
 Thy mercies, Lord, I know ; 
 
 1 never took the scorner s part, 
 
 Nor with the vain will go. 
 
 Of sinners I detest the bands, 
 
 Nor with them will offend ; 
 In innocence will wash my hands, 
 
 And at thine altar bend ; 
 There, with thanksgiving s grateful voice, 
 
 Thy wondrous works will tell 
 I love the mansions of thy choice, 
 
 And where thine honors dwell. 
 
O HEAL ME, LORD, FOR I AM WEAK. 83 
 
 O HEAL ME, LORD, FOR I AM WEAK. 
 
 O HEAL me, Lord, for I am weak ; 
 
 My bones are vexed with pain ; 
 Let not thy hot displeasure speak ; 
 
 Thy burning wrath restrain. 
 My soul what sore vexations try ! 
 
 How long shall they assail ? 
 Return, and listen to my cry ; 
 
 Let mercy, Lord, prevail. 
 
 Of thee no memory remains 
 
 In death s relentless cave ; 
 To thee ascend no grateful strains 
 
 Of glory from the grave : 
 With ceaseless pain I groan arid weep. 
 
 So cruel are my foes ; 
 My very couch in tears I steep. 
 
 My bed with grief o erflows. 
 
 Depart from me, all who rejoice 
 
 Iniquity to sha?fe ; 
 The Lord hath heard my moaning voice, 
 
 And listened to my praver: 
 
84 O HEAL ME, LORD, FOR I AM WEAK. 
 
 What though my foes despise the Lord, 
 
 And my destruction plot ? 
 Vexation shall be their reward, 
 
 And sudden shame their lot. 
 
BLEST IS THE MORTAL WHOSE DELIGHT. 85 
 
 BLEST IS THE MORTAL WHOSE DELIGHT 
 
 BLEST is the mortal whose delight 
 
 Is in the precepts of the Lord, 
 Who meditates them day and night, 
 
 And hears the holy gospel s word ; 
 From the blasphemer s counsel turns 
 
 Disdains his slanders to repeat, 
 The luring path of sinners spurns, 
 
 Nor sits upon the scorner s seat. 
 
 For him prosperity shall flow ; 
 
 Whate er he .undertakes shall thrive ; 
 But with the wicked tis not so ; 
 
 Like chaff before the wind they drive : 
 He, like the fruit-tree s planted stem, 
 
 Beside the river s brink shall bear, 
 While the green leaf shall fade for- them, 
 
 Nor wealth nor honors shall they share. 
 
 In vain to UK rtal eyes concealed 
 
 The paths of righteousness and crime 
 
 To Heaven s all-seeing eye revealed, 
 Man shall discern them, too, in time 
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66 BLEST IS THE MORTAL WHOSE DELIGHT. 
 
 Tho blessing of the Lord shall fall 
 Upon the dwelling of the just ; 
 
 While, by the doom ?f sinners, all 
 Their hopes shall crumble into dust. 
 
WHY SHOULD I FEAR IN EVIL DAYS. 87 
 
 WHY SHOULD I FEAR IN EVIL DAYS. 
 
 WHY should I fear in evil days, 
 
 With snares encompassed all around ? - 
 What trust can transient treasures raise 
 
 For them in riches who abound ? 
 His brother who from death can save ? 
 
 What wealth can ransom him from God ? 
 What mine of gold defraud the grave 1 
 
 What hoards but vanish at his nod ? 
 
 To live forever is their dream ; 
 
 Their houses by their name they call ; 
 While, borne by lime s relentless stream, 
 
 Around them wise and foolish fall ; 
 Their riches others must divide ; 
 
 They plant, but others reap the fruit ; 
 In honor man cannot abide, 
 
 To death devoted, like the brute. 
 
 This is their folly, this their way ; 
 
 And yet in this their sons delight ; 
 Like sheep, of death the destined prey, 
 
 The future scorn of the upright ; 
 
88 WHY SHOULD I FEAR IN EVIL DAYS. 
 
 The grave their beauty shall consume, 
 Their dwellings never see them more ; 
 
 But God shall raise me from the tomb, 
 And life for endless time restore. 
 
 What though thy foe in wealth increase, 
 
 And fame and glory crown his head ? 
 Fear not, for all at death shall cease, 
 
 Nor fame, nor glory, crown the dead : 
 While prospering all around thee smiled, 
 
 Yet to the grave shall thou descend ; 
 The senseless pride of fortune s child 
 
 Shall share the brute creation s end. 
 
COME, LET US SING UNTO THE LORD. 89 
 
 COME, LET US SING UNTO THE LORD, 
 
 COME, let us sing unto the Lord, 
 
 The Rock of our salvation sing. 
 With joyful noise his praise record, 
 
 And thanks before his presence brin CT : 
 Great is Jehovah, great our God, 
 
 Exalted above all his throne ; 
 The depths of earth obey his nod ; 
 
 The mountain tops are all his own. 
 
 He made the sea ; the land he made ; 
 
 And both his matchless power reveal : 
 O, be the Lord our God obeyed ; 
 
 O, come, before him let us kneel : 
 He is our Maker we his flock, 
 
 His people, by his pastures fed : 
 Let not your hearts be turned to rock ; 
 
 O, hear his warning voice with dread. 
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00 SIN3 TO THE LORD A SONG OF PRAISE. 
 
 SING TO THE LORD A SONG OF PRAISE 
 
 Sixo to the Lord a song of praise; 
 
 Assemble, ye who love his name ; 
 Let congregated millions raise 
 
 Triumphant glory s loud acclaim : 
 From earth s remotest regions come ; 
 
 Come, greet your Maker, and your King ; 
 With harp, with timbrel, and with drum, 
 
 II is praise let hill and valley sing. 
 
 Your praise the Lord will not disdain ; 
 
 The humble soul is his delight ; 
 Saints, on your couches swell the strain, 
 
 Break the dull stillness of the night ; 
 Rejoice in glory ; bid the storm, 
 
 Bid thunder s voice his praise expand ; 
 And, while your lips the chorus form, 
 
 Grasp for the fight his vengeful brand. 
 
 Go forth in arms ; Jehovah reigns ; 
 
 Their graves let foul oppressors find ; 
 Bind all their sceptred kings in chains ; 
 
 Their peers with iron fetters bind. 
 
SING TO THE LORD A SONG OF PRAISE. 
 
 Then to the Lord shall praise ascend ; 
 
 Then all mankind, with one accord, 
 And freedom s voice, till time shall end, 
 
 In pealing anthems, praise the Lord. 
 
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92 LORD OF ALL WORLDS. 
 
 LORD OF ALL WORLDS. 
 
 LORD of all worlds, let thanks and praise 
 
 To thee forever fill my soul ; 
 With blessings thou hast crowned iny days,- 
 
 My heart, my head, my hand control : 
 O, let no vain presumptions rise, 
 
 No impious murmur in my heart, 
 To crave the boon thy will denies, 
 
 Or shrink from ill thy hands impart. 
 
 Thy child am I, and not an hour, 
 
 Revolving in the orbs above, 
 But brings some token of thy power, 
 
 But brings some token of thy love ; 
 And shall this bosom dare repine, 
 
 In darkness dare deny the dawn, 
 Or spurn the treasures of the mine, 
 
 Because one diamond is withdrawn T 
 
 The fool denies, the fool alone, 
 
 Thy being, Lord, and boundless might ; 
 Denies the firmament, thy throne, 
 
 Denies the sun s meridian light; 
 
LORD OF ALL WORLDS. 
 
 Denies the fashion of his frame, 
 
 The voice he hears, the breath he draws ; 
 O idiot atheist ! to proclaim 
 
 Effects unnumbered without cause ! 
 
 Matter and mind, mysterious one, 
 
 Are man s for threescore years and ten ; 
 Where, ere the thread of life was spun ? 
 
 Where, when reduced to dust again ? 
 All-seeing God, the doubt suppress ; 
 
 The doubt thou only canst relieve ; 
 My soul thy Saviour-Son shall bless, 
 
 Fly to thy gospel, and believe. 
 
04 JUSTICE. 
 
 JUSTICE. 
 
 AN DDK. 
 I. 
 
 CHILD of the dust! to yonder skies 
 
 Thy vision canst thou turn ? 
 And trace with perishable eyes, 
 
 The seats where seraphs burn ? 
 There, by the throne of God on high, 
 An angel form canst thou descry, 
 
 Ineffably sublime? 
 Or is the effulgence of the Light, 
 Intense, insufferably bright, 
 
 For beings born of Time 1 
 
 II. 
 
 That angel form, in light enshrined, 
 Beside the living throne, 
 
 Is Justice, still to heaven confined 
 For God is just alone. 
 
 This Angel, of celestial birth. 
 
 Her faint resemblance here on earth 
 
JUSTICE. 95 
 
 Has sent, mankind to guide 
 \ et, though obscured her brightest beams, 
 Still with too vivid ray she gleams 
 
 For Mortals to abide. 
 
 III. 
 
 When the first father of our race 
 
 Against his God rebelled, 
 Was banished from his Maker s face, 
 
 From Paradise expelled ; 
 For guilt unbounded to atone, 
 What bound could punishment have known, 
 
 Had Justice dealt the blow ? 
 Sure, to infernal regions hurled, 
 His doom had been a flaming world 
 
 Of never ending woe ! 
 
 IV. 
 But Mercy, from the throne of .God, 
 
 Extended forth her hand ; 
 Withheld th exterminating rod, 
 
 And quenched the flaming brand : 
 His blood the blest Redeemer gave, 
 Th apostate victim s blood to save, 
 
 And fill redemption s plan : * 
 
 Angels proclaimed in choral songs, 
 Justice to God alone belongs, 
 
 And Mercy pardons man." 
 
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 JUSTICE. 
 
 V. 
 
 When, issuing from the savage wild, 
 
 Man forms the social tie, 
 Justice severe, and Mercy mild, 
 
 To bind the compact vie ; 
 Of each his own, the parting hedge 
 Stern Justice takes the solemn pledgi 
 
 The sacred vow enjoins. 
 While Mercy, with benignant face, 
 Bids man his fellow-man embrace, 
 
 And heart with heart entwines. 
 
 VI. 
 
 To both united is the trust 
 
 Of human laws consigned ; 
 One teaches mortals to be just ; 
 
 The other, to be kind ; 
 Yet shall not Justice always wear 
 The garb of punishment, or bear 
 
 The avenging sword to smite : 
 Nor Mercy s ever gladdening eye 
 Permit the ruffian to defy 
 
 Th unerring rule of right. 
 
 VIL 
 
 To Justice, dearer far the part 
 To tune the plausive voice ; 
 
 Of Virtue to delight the heart, 
 And bid the good rejoice. 
 
JUSTICE. 97 
 
 To yield the meed of grateful praise- - 
 The deathless monument to raise, 
 
 To honor Virtue dead ; 
 Or wreathe the chaplet of renown, 
 The laurel or the mural crown, 
 
 For living Virtue s head. 
 
 VIII. , 
 Here, to defend his native land, 
 
 His sword the patriot draws ; 
 Here the mock hero lifts his hand 
 
 To aid a tyrant s cause. 
 When, meeting on the field of blood 
 They pour the sanguinary flood, 
 
 Whose triumph waves unfurled ? 
 Alas ! let Cheronea tell ; 
 Or plains where godlike Brutus fell, 
 
 Or Cffisar won the world ! 
 
 IX. 
 
 In arms, when hostile nations rise 
 
 And blood the strife decides, 
 Tis brutal force awards the prize, 
 
 Her head while Justice hides. 
 But short is force s triumph base : 
 Justice unveils her awful face, 
 
 And hurls him from the steep ; 
 
 Strips from his brow the wreath of fame, 
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98 JUSTICE. 
 
 And after ages load his name 
 With curses loud and deep. 
 
 X. 
 
 Behold the lettered sage devote 
 
 The labors of his mind, 
 His country s welfare to promote, 
 
 And benefit mankind. 
 Lo ! from the blackest caves of hell, 
 A phalanx fierce of monsters fell, 
 
 Combine their fearful bands 
 His fame asperse, his toils assail ; 
 Till Justice holds aloft her scale 
 
 And shields him from their hands. 
 
 XI. 
 
 Of excellence, in every clime, 
 
 1 Tis thus the lot is cast ; 
 Passion usurps the present time, 
 
 But Justice rules the past : 
 Envy, and selfishness, and pride, 
 The passing hours of man divide 
 
 With unresisted sway ; 
 But Justice comes, with noiseless tread, 
 O ertakes the filmy spider s thread 
 
 And sweeps the net away. 
 
 XII. 
 
 Eternal Spirit ! Lord supreme 
 Of blessing and of woe ! 
 
JUSTICE. 99 
 
 Of Justice, ever living stream ! 
 
 Whose mercies ceaseless flow 
 Make me, while earth shall be my span, 
 Just to my fellow-mortal, man, 
 
 Whate er my lot may be. 
 And when this transient scene is o er, 
 Ture let my deathless spirit soar, 
 
 And Mercy find from thee. 
 
100 TO SALLY. 
 
 TO SALLY. 
 
 11 Integer vitas, scelerisque purus 
 Non cget Mauris jaculis, ncque area." 
 
 THE man in righteousness array M, 
 
 A pure and blameless liver, 
 Needs not the keen Toledo blade, 
 
 Nor venom-freighted quiver. 
 What though he wind his toilsome way 
 
 O er regions wild and weary 
 Through Zara s burning desert stray ; 
 
 Or Asia s jungles dreary : 
 
 What though he plough the billowy deep 
 
 By lunar light, or solar, 
 Meet -the resistless Simoon s sweep, 
 
 Or iceberg circumpolar. 
 In bog or quagmire deep and dank, 
 
 His foot shall never settle ; 
 He mounts the summit of Mont Blanc, 
 
 Or Popocatapetl. 
 
 On Chimborazo s breathless height, 
 He treads o er burning lava ; 
 
TO SALLY. 101 
 
 Or snuffs the Bohan Upas blight, 
 
 The deathful plant of Java. 
 Through every peril he shall pass, 
 
 By Virtue s shield protected ; 
 And still by Truth s unerring glass 
 
 His path shall be directed. 
 
 Else wherefore was it, Thursday last, 
 While strolling down the valley 
 
 Defenceless, musing as I pass d 
 A canzonet to Sally ; 
 
 A wolf, with mouth protruding snout, 
 Forth from the thicket bounded 
 
 I clapped my hands and raised a shout- 
 He heard and fled confounded. 
 
 Tangier nor Tunis never bred 
 
 An animal more crabbed ; 
 Nor Fez, dry nurse of lions, fed 
 
 A monster half so rabid. 
 Nor Ararat so fierce a beast 
 
 Has seen, since days of Noah ; 
 Nor strong, more eager for a feast, 
 
 The fell constrictor boa. 
 
 Oh ! place me where the solar beam 
 Has scorch d all verdure vernal ; 
 
 Or on the polar verge extreme, 
 Block d up with ice eternal 
 
10-2 
 
 TO SALLY. 
 
 Still shall my voice s tender lays 
 Oflove remain unbroken ; 
 
 And still my charming SALLY praise, 
 Sweet smiling and sweet spoken. 
 
TO E B . 103 
 
 TO E B 
 
 OH ! wherefore, Lady, was my lot 
 
 Cast from thy own so far ? 
 Why, by kind Fortune, live we not 
 
 Beneath one blessed star ? 
 For, had thy thread of life and mine 
 
 But side by side been spun, 
 My heart had panted to entwine 
 
 The tissue into ONE. 
 
 And why should Time conspire 
 
 To sever us in twain ? 
 And wherefore have I run my race, 
 
 And cannot start again ? 
 Thy thread, how long ! how short is mine 
 
 Mine spent thine scarce begun : 
 Alas ! we never can entwine 
 
 The tissue into ONE 
 
 But, take my blessings on thy name 
 
 The blessing of a sire; 
 Not from a lover s furnace flame 
 
 Tis from a holier fire : 
 
I M 
 
 
 
 TO E B . 
 
 A thread unseen beside of thine 
 By fairy forms is spun 
 
 And holy hands shall soon entwine 
 The tissue into ONE. 
 
TO A LADY. 105 
 
 TO A LADY 
 
 WHO PRESENTED HIM A PAIR OF KNIT GLOVES. 
 
 WHO shall say that public life 
 Is nothing but discordant strife ? 
 And he whose heart is tuned to love, 
 Tender and gentle as the dove, 
 Must whet his talons, night and day, 
 For conflicts with the birds of prey ? 
 
 This world is fashioned, Lady fair, 
 Of Joy and Sorrow, Ease and Care; 
 Of sudden changes, small and great ; 
 Of upward and of downward fate : 
 And whoso bends his mood to trace 
 The annals of man s fallen race, 
 May sigh to find that nature s plan 
 Is ruthless war from man to man. 
 But nature, cruel to be kind, 
 Not to war only man consigned ; 
 But gave him woman on the spot, 
 To mingle pleasure in his lot : 
 That if with man war cannot cease, 
 With woman reigns eternal peace. 
 
106 TO A LADY. 
 
 Fair Lady, I have lived on earth 
 Nigh fourscore summers from my birth ; 
 And half the sorrows I have felt 
 Have by my brother man been dealt ; 
 And all the ills I have endured 
 By man inflicted, woman cured. 
 The glove from man to man, thou kuow st, 
 Of fierce defiance is the boast ; 
 And cast in anger on the floor, 
 To mortal combat shows the door : 
 But gloves from woman s gentle hand, 
 Of cordial Friendship bear the wand ; 
 And in return a single glove 
 Betokens emblematic Love. 
 
 Thy gift, fair Ellen, then I take, 
 And cherish for the giver s sake ; 
 And while they shelter from the storm 
 My hands, the heart alike shall warm ; 
 And speed for thee to God above, 
 The fervid prayer of faithful love. 
 
THE LIP AND THE HEART, 107 
 
 THE LIP AND THE HEART. 
 
 ONE day between the Lip and the Heart 
 
 A wordless strife arose, 
 Which was expertest in the art 
 
 His purpose to disclose. 
 
 The Lip called forth the vassal Tongue 
 
 And made him vouch a lie ! 
 The slave his servile anthem sung, 
 
 And brav d the listening sky. 
 
 The Heart to speak in vain essay d, 
 Nor could his purpose reach 
 
 His will nor voice nor tongue obeyed, 
 His silence was his speech. 
 
 Mark thou their difference, child of earth ! 
 
 While each performs his part, 
 Not all the lip can speak is worth 
 The silence of the heart. 
 
108 WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM. 
 
 WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM. 
 
 IN days of yore, the^poet s pen 
 
 From wing of bird was plundered } 
 Perhaps of goose, but, now and then, 
 
 From Jove s own eagle sundered. 
 But now metallic pens disclose 
 
 Alone the poet s numbers 
 In iron inspiration glows, 
 
 Or with the minstrel slumbers. 
 
 Fair damsel ! could my pen impart, 
 
 In prose or lofty rhyme, 
 The pure emotions of my heart, 
 
 To speed the flight of time ; 
 What metal from the womb of earth 
 
 Could worth intrinsic bear, 
 To stamp with corresponding worth 
 
 The blessings thou shouldst share ? 
 
A VISION. 109 
 
 A VISION. 
 
 FATIGUED with labor, and with care opprest, 
 At once my mind and body sought for rest. 
 The drowsy god upon my aching head, 
 With liberal hand, his friendly poppies shed, 
 When, lo ! before mo wondrous scenes appeared, 
 Strange things I saw, and stranger things I heard ; 
 On purple pinions borne, the god of Love, 
 With rapid flight, descended from above. 
 His golden quiver by a ribbon slung, 
 In graceful ease across his shoulder hung ; 
 The fatal bow, his ensign of command, 
 With dire intent he wielded in his hand. 
 He saw me first, and took a feathered dart, 
 Prepared his bow, and levelled at my heart ; 
 I turned around, his posture I espied : 
 " Oh, spare me, Cupid, cruel god !" I cried, 
 " Behold around you swarms of youthful swains, 
 The blood of passion boiling in their veins; 
 Tis theirs from love to gather perfect bliss, 
 On beauty s lips lo print the burning kiss. 
 Tis theirs to find enjoyment in a sigh, 
 And read their fortunes in a virgin s eye. 
 10 
 
110 A VISION. 
 
 But me , whom nature formed without an art 
 
 To win the soul or captivate the heart 
 
 Me, whom.the Graces view with stern disdain, 
 
 As scarcely fit to join the Muses train ; 
 
 From me what trophies couldst thou hope to raise? 
 
 So poor a conquest, who would deign to praise ? 
 
 By Cupid s hand should I be doomed to bleed, 
 
 Not even Cupid would avow the deed. 
 
 While prostrate millions bow before* thy shrine 
 
 With willing hearts, thou canst not wish for mine." 
 
 " Mistaken youth !" the wanton god replied, 
 "To think that Love will e er submit to Pride ; 
 Though willing thousands call upon my name, 
 Though prostrate millions celebrate my fame, 
 If one proud heart my empire could despise, 
 One heart defy the power of beauty s eyes, 
 My useless bow at once I would destroy, 
 Nor ever more one feathered dart employ; 
 My mercy then in vain you would implore, 
 Your peace of mind it never could restore. 
 And yet some merit I will grant thy plea, 
 And in thy favor soften the decree. 
 Of all the fair that grace the verdant plain, 
 Choose for thyself the object of thy pain. 
 Shouldst thou prefer the beauties of the face, 
 
 Or in the form admire peculiar grace 
 
 Should sparkling eyes inspire a pleasing fl ame , 
 Or rosy cheeks a fond attention claim 
 
A VISION. 11] 
 
 Whatever charm thy fancy can suggest, 
 In some kind virgin thou mayst still be blest ; 
 For in the search we possibly may find 
 Some who possess the beauties of the mind." 
 
 He ceased to speak, and waved his potent wand 
 
 The virgin throng arose at his command. 
 
 Unnumbered beauties rise before my view, 
 
 Bright as the sunbeam on the morning dew, 
 
 The short, the tall, the fair, the brown, appeared, 
 
 The prude that pouted, the coquette that leered, 
 
 The timid maid just blooming at fifteen, 
 
 And the stale virgin, withered, pale, and lean. / 
 
 With all the charms of beauty richly fraught, 
 
 Lucinda first my close attention caught. 
 
 A faultless person and a lovely mind, 
 
 I found, with wonder, were in her combined ; 
 
 Deficient only in a single part, 
 
 She wanted nothing but a feeling heart ! 
 
 Calm and unruffled as a summer sea, 
 
 From passion s gales Lucinda s heart was free 
 
 A faithless lover she may well defy, 
 
 Recall her heart, nor breathe a single sigh. 
 
 And should a second prove inconstant too, 
 
 She changes on till she can find one true. 
 
 Belinda next advances with a stride, 
 
 A compound strange of vanity and pride. 
 
 Around her face no wanton Cupids play, 
 
 Her tawny skin defies the god of day. 
 
A VISION. 
 
 Loud was her laugh, undaunted was her look, 
 
 And folly seemed to dictate what she spoke. 
 
 In vain the poet s and musician s art 
 
 Combined to move the passions of her heart ; 
 
 Belinda s voice like grating hinges groans, 
 
 And in harsh thunder roars a lover s moans. 
 
 I turned away, the fair Narcissa smiled, 
 
 Her winning softness all my soul beguiled; 
 
 My heart with rapture dwelt upon her charms, 
 
 And hoped to clasp her beauties to my arms ; 
 
 But soon I found those ardent hopes were vain, 
 
 Narcissa viewed my passion with disdain. 
 
 And can the sex by nature formed for love, 
 
 Each soft impression from the heart remove ? 
 
 Can idle vanity betray the mind 
 
 To wish, and even strive to be unkind ? 
 
 Use cunning arts to raise the lover s sigh, 
 
 Then view his woes with a disdainful eye ? 
 
 Yes, there are suchbut when avenging time 
 
 Withers their charms, and strips them of their prime 
 
 Their former follies they in vain lament, 
 
 Of former cruelties in vain repent ; 
 
 Their fate in one short line may be comprised : 
 
 While young, they re hated, and when old, despised 
 
 Vanessa came, a smile adorned her face, 
 
 Her words were sweetness, and her voice was grace 
 
 No raging passions burn within her breast, 
 
 Not even envy can disturb her rest. 
 
 Her lovely mind a rival 9 j worth can own, 
 
A VISION. 118 
 
 Nor thinks all charms confined to her alone ; 
 
 And if the fair Vanessa could be taught 
 
 To store her mind with larger funds of thought, 
 
 Her volubility of tongue repress, 
 
 Think somewhat more, and prattle somewhat less, 
 
 The palm of excellence she well might claim, 
 
 And Love himself might tune the voice of fame. 
 
 But lo ! Corinna next in rank appears, 
 
 And riots in the bloom of early years. 
 
 With innate warmth of constitution blest, 
 
 Her greatest pleasure is to be caressed ; 
 
 Her lips sip rapture from an amorous kiss, 
 
 Viewed as a pledge of more endearing bliss. 
 
 But frugal Nature wisely did dispense, 
 
 With so much love, a slender share of sense ; 
 
 For Nature grants but to a chosen few 
 
 To taste the joys of mind and body too. 
 
 Gigantic limbs in painful buckram cased, 
 
 Assume the honors of a slender waist. 
 
 But ah ! what power of buckram can restrain 
 
 The wild effusions of a thoughtless brain. / 
 
 Nerea next advances in the throng, 
 
 And affectation leads the maid along ; 
 
 With studied step she steers amid the band, 
 
 And holds a senseless novel in her hand. 
 
 Fair is her face, and elegant her form, 
 
 Her manners gentle, and her heart is warm. 
 
 Why will Nerea spend her youthful days 
 
 In wild romances and insipid plays; 
 
 8 
 
114 A VISION. 
 
 Where idle tales in flimsy language told. 
 Exhibit folly in a pleasing mould ? 
 Fictitious evils enervate the breast, 
 Deprave the morals, and corrupt the taste. 
 Almira next, in dubious form is seen 
 Her face is female, masculine her mien ; 
 With equal skill, no mortal can pretend 
 The varied faults of either sex to blend. 
 To woman s weakness add the pride of man. 
 And wield alike the dagger and the fan. 
 In fairest forms, can evil passions dwell ? 
 The virgin s breast can envy s venom swell ? 
 Can malice dart her rage from beauty s eye, 
 Or give the snow-white cheek a crimson dye 
 Where then are all the tender virtues flown 
 And why was strength dispensed to man alone 
 The lamb to vie with lions ne er pretend 
 The timid dove with eagles ne er contend. 
 Attempt not then, ye fair, to rule by fear, 
 The surest female weapon is a tear. 
 To beauty, strangers destitute of grace, 
 With varied nothing pictured in their face, 
 A motley crowd in quick succession came, 
 Distinguished only by a differing name, 
 Till, breaking forth in all the pride of day, 
 The sun of beauty drove those clouds away. 
 With graceful steps the lovely CLARA moved, 
 I sav, I gazed, I listened, and I LOVED. 
 The fleeting vision vanished from my mind, 
 
A VISION. 115 
 
 But love and Clara still remained behind. 
 
 Ye faithful lovers, whom the Muse inspires, 
 
 Who feel the rapture of poetic fires; 
 
 Whose tender strains describe with matchless art 
 
 The soft emotions of a feeling heart ; 
 
 Come, and before the lovely Clara s shrine, 
 
 The mingled tribute of your praises join. 
 
 My Clara s charms, no vulgar poets claim, 
 
 No servile bard that clips the wings of fame, 
 
 To vile acrostic tunes, unmeaning lays, 
 
 Or in a rebus centres all his praise. 
 
 The partial gods presiding at her birth 
 
 Gave Clara beauty when they gave her worth. 
 
 Kind Nature formed of purest white her skin, 
 
 An emblem of her innocence within ; 
 
 And called on cheerful Health, her aid to lend, 
 
 The rose s colors on her cheeks to blend ; 
 
 While Venus added, to complete the fair, 
 
 The eyes blue languish and the golden hair. 
 
 But far superior charms exalt her mind, 
 
 Adorned by nature and by art refined ; 
 
 Hers are the lasting beauties of the heart, 
 
 The charms which nature only can impart ; 
 
 The generous purpose and the soul sincere, 
 
 Meek sorrow s sigh and gentle pity s tear. 
 
 Ah, lovely Clara ! can a heart like thine, 
 
 Accept the tribute of a muse like mine 1 
 
 Should these poor lays attract thy beauteous eye, 
 
 Say, would they raise one sympathetic sigh ? 
 
116 
 
 A VISION. 
 
 for thee, my heart with vivid ardor glows, 
 For thee, my blood with rapid impulse flows. 
 By day thy beauties are my darling theme, 
 By night thy image sweetens many a dream. 
 On thee, thy ardent lover s fate depends, 
 From thee, the evil or the boon descends ; 
 Thy choice alone can make my anxious breast, 
 Supremely wretched or supremely blest ! 
 
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