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 1850. 
 
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CONTENTS. 
 
 ANGEL-VOICES, 7 
 
 HlSTORIA LlBERTATIS, 37 
 
 LAYS OF PASSION 
 
 THE SHRINE, 53 
 
 THE DREAMER, 55 
 
 THE CONFESSION, 57 
 
 THE PARTING, 59 
 
 THE OLD MAN S LAMENT, 61 
 
 THE URN, 65 
 
 WELCOME ODE, 67 
 
 HOPE ON, 69 
 
ARGUMENT. 
 
 THE main incidents of the following sketch are based 
 upon an historical fact, and a traditionary tale. 
 
 The Revocation of the Edict of Nantes, by Louis XIV., 
 expatriated many of the noblest and truest citizens of 
 France ; compelling them to seek, in foreign countries, 
 that exercise of their civil and religious rights which had 
 been denied them in their native land. 
 
 A tradition existed among the early navigators, that a 
 group of beautiful islands far to the west, was favored 
 with the visible presence of celestial visitants ; and that 
 those who passed the night upon their coral shores, 
 beheld heavenly visions, and listened to the harmonies 
 of delicious music, and heard the sound of Angel- Voices, 
 strangely melodious, floating on the midnight air. 
 
ANGEL-VOICES, 
 
 CANTO FIRST, 
 
 1. 
 AMID a group of sea-girt isles, 
 
 Within the tropic s genial clime, 
 Where Spring unchanging ever smiles, 
 
 And strews with flowers the path of Time- 
 A fairy island gently laves 
 Its circling shore in Ocean s waves ; 
 And rising from the coral strand 
 Its pillared groves in beauty stand ; 
 Amid their dark recesses twine 
 The ivy green, and clustering vine ; 
 And falling waters, soft and clear, 
 Make music to the listening ear ; 
 And songs of birds of sweetest note 
 Upon the gentle breezes float ; 
 And fruits and flowers, of beauty rare, 
 With fragrant incense load the air ; 
 And all around, beneath, above, 
 Proclaim the fitting home of Love. 
 
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 II. 
 
 An island strange was that, I ween, 
 If all the legends, quaint and old, 
 Of nameless sounds, of sprites unseen, 
 Had well and truthfully been told. 
 As marvellous the tales of those 
 Who sought, by chance, a brief repose 
 Within those orange-groves and bowers, 
 Reclining on their couch of flowers. 
 For, waking visions, pure and bright, 
 Beguiled the watches of the night ; 
 And glorious shapes, divinely fair, 
 Descended through the yielding air; 
 And forms of more than mortal mould 
 Attuned their glittering harps of gold ; 
 And Angel-Voices, full and free, 
 Breathed forth celestial melody. 
 
 III. 
 Thus days, and months, and circling years, 
 
 With silent footfall walked their round, 
 Unmarked by human hopes or fears 
 
 Within that lonely island s bound. 
 But now, at length, a stately barque 
 Comes gliding o er the waters dark, 
 With tapering spars, and snowy sails 
 Outspread to catch the favoring gales, 
 
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 As swift along her course she flies, 
 Like the white cloud of morning skies. 
 And noble souls her pinions bear. 
 From lands of pain, and toil, and care 
 From homes made lone and desolate 
 By bitter and malignant hate 
 To homes that heaven might kindly bless 
 With pure and peaceful happiness : 
 To seek beneath a brighter sky 
 And better clime, the isles that lie 
 Keposing on old Ocean s breast, 
 Eetreats of calm and holy rest. 
 
 IV. 
 And now, beside that isle unknown, 
 
 That gallant barque has furled her sails ; 
 And now a trio seek alone 
 
 A home within those pleasant vales. 
 A father, wife, and only child, 
 Self-exiled to that lonely wild 
 Those tender ties resolved to sever 
 
 That twine around the throbbing heart 
 Far from their native land, forever, 
 
 In trusting faith have dared depart. 
 
 V. 
 
 Unhappy France ! Oh, thrice unblest ! 
 Thou to thy quivering lip hast pressed 
 
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 A cup, to thee, of bitter woes 
 
 A cup of blessings to thy foes. 
 
 Oh, erring, blinded suicide ! 
 
 Thy sacred altars thou hast dyed 
 
 With thine own blood hast trampled down 
 
 The brightest jewels of thy crown 
 
 Hast scattered wide, with faithless hands. 
 
 To other climes, to other lands, 
 
 Those precious seeds of liberty, 
 
 Whose fruit, so madly sought by thee, 
 
 Upspringing from its humble birth, 
 
 Blessed other nations of the earth ; 
 
 Whilst thou, who once the germ had nursed, 
 
 Then flung it far, to lands unknown, 
 Hast hungered, with the thought accursed, 
 
 Thy folly hath been all thine own. 
 
 VI. 
 From isle to isle, all gracefully, 
 
 That ship along her pathway glides ; 
 And o er the billows, light and free, 
 
 Like some wild waterfowl she rides : 
 Then in the distance fades away, 
 With the last beams of closing day 
 That on her snowy pinions play, 
 As far across the Ocean-main 
 She seeks her native home again. 
 
ANGEL- VOICES. 13 
 
 Meanwhile the noble exiles there 
 With skill their wildwood homes prepare : 
 Their wants are few that daily rise, 
 
 And Nature, from her bounteous stores, 
 Those wants with liberal hand supplies, 
 
 And forth a full abundance pours. 
 
 VIL 
 The twilight shades their shadows fling 
 
 Around those lonely tropic isles, 
 And viewless winds are whispering 
 
 That gentle music that beguiles 
 The heart alike when crushed with sadness, 
 Or filled with thoughts of joy and gladness. 
 And fleecy vapors fringed with gold, 
 In gorgeous loveliness outrolled, 
 Are floating in the distant west. 
 Like fairy islands of the blest. 
 
 VIII. 
 And now, at this impressive hour, 
 
 The exile s loved and only child 
 Hath sought alone her woodland bower 
 
 Enshrined mid clustering flowerets wild. 
 Her fair and graceful form reposes 
 Upon a couch of fragrant roses ; 
 With clasped hands and lifted eyes 
 She gazes on the darkening skies, 
 
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 "Watching the stars as one by one, 
 
 Like exhalations of the sun, 
 
 They glitter in the peerless light 
 
 And lustre of the tropic night. 
 
 At such an hour, oh, who can tell 
 
 The mournful, pleasing thoughts that swell 
 
 The feeling heart how fleetly rise 
 
 Those loved but long-lost memories 
 
 That troop in shadowy shapes along, 
 
 Dear as the phantom of the song 
 
 That once a sainted mother sung, 
 
 As round her neck young Childhood clung. 
 
 Tis then we gather transient gleams, 
 
 Like those that visit us in dreams, 
 
 Of visions far too bright for earth, 
 
 And gifted with celestial birth. 
 
 IX. 
 While thus the exile s daughter there 
 
 Her twilight vigil keeps alone, 
 Floating upon the evening air 
 
 She hears a sweet, seolian tone 
 Swelling and dying on the breeze 
 In ever-changing harmonies. 
 Distant it seemed to be, at first, 
 
 The melody of some far sphere ; 
 Then in full choral tide it burst 
 
 In richest music on the ear. 
 
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 X. 
 
 There is a love we sometimes feel, 
 
 A beauty that we sometimes view, 
 A music that will sometimes steal 
 
 Upon the sense, and wake anew 
 Some loved but long-forgotten tone. 
 Alike mysterious and unknown. 
 And like, that music seemed to be 
 That beauty, love and melody : 
 A harmony so perfect seemed 
 
 The music of the starry skies 
 But now a heavenly vision gleamed 
 
 Before the wondering maiden s eyes. 
 A troop of shining ones appear, 
 Descending nearer, yet more near, 
 Hovering that fair retreat above, 
 With voices kind, with looks of love. 
 And lower still they now descend 
 
 Those guardian ones, by Mercy led, 
 Who on our steps unseen attend, 
 
 And nightly hover round our bed 
 With brows serene, with radiant wings, 
 
 Arrayed in robes of spotless white 
 With golden harps, whose quivering strings 
 
 Were gleaming in the soft starlight. 
 At length their snowy pinions rest 
 The turf by angel-feet is pressed 
 Those shapes of more than mortal mould 
 
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 Attune their glittering harps of gold, 
 And Angel-Voices, full and free, 
 Breathe forth celestial melody : 
 
 " MAIDEN fair, we welcome thee 
 To thy home beyond the sea : 
 Welcome to this isle of flowers, 
 With its fragrant groves and bowers ; 
 With its crystal waters bright, 
 Glancing in the mellow light 
 Cordial welcome be to thee 
 To thy home beyond the sea. 
 
 " May that Power that rules above, 
 Guarding with paternal love, 
 All thy being kindly bless, 
 Granting perfect happiness. 
 May His light around thee shine, 
 May His peace be ever thine ; 
 So that all thy life shall be 
 Truly from all sorrow free. 
 
 " Still, should gloomy shadows rise, 
 Shrouding wide thy sunny skies, 
 May His providences prove 
 Signs of mercy, truth and love : 
 On the clouds of darkest woe 
 Ever shine the promise-bow ; 
 Till the storm shall pass away, 
 Leaving pure and perfect day." 
 
 XI. 
 
 They cease and then their radiant wings, 
 Whose very rustle music seemed. 
 
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 Each Angel-one outspreads, and flings 
 
 Upon the air a fragrance deemed 
 It well might be, surpassing far 
 The odors sweet of famed Benzar. 
 As the white cloud its course would take 
 When rising from some crystal lake. 
 And gently lifts itself on high, 
 Seeking its own fair home, the sky 
 That shining globe of Angels rise, 
 
 Clad in their robes of spotless white, 
 Upmounting to their native skies, 
 Till all is lost to mortal sight. 
 
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 CANTO SECOND. 
 
 I. 
 AMONG the exiles that had sought 
 
 Those ocean-isles, with purpose high, 
 Setting all luring hopes at nought 
 
 Of all that wealth or power might buy 
 Was one, a youth of noble birth, 
 Yet nobler far by manly worth ; 
 Heir of a princely house was he, 
 
 Whose peerless splendor regal seemed ; 
 Still, of a higher heraldry 
 
 The name of Christian had he deemed. 
 His was that high, courageous soul, 
 Whose fearless thought brooked no control, 
 Or bowed in humbleness to none, 
 Save to the great Supreme alone. 
 With power to suffer, murmurless 
 Each rising passion to repress 
 To triumph o er the woes of life 
 
 To shun the devious ways of sin 
 Obeying, in the darkening strife, 
 
 The still, small voice that speaks within. 
 
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 II. 
 WALTER DE YERE and LILLA met 
 
 As exiles, on the broad, blue sea ; 
 And in that pregnant hour was set 
 
 The signet-seal of Destiny. 
 For then unseen a spirit came, 
 And on Love s altar lit a flame, 
 Whose radiance bright should shine afar, 
 To those twin-souls, a guiding star, 
 More lovely to their watchful eyes 
 Than Hesperus of evening skies ; 
 More glorious to their longing sight 
 Than e en the son of morning light : 
 For it should glow with fadeless ray, 
 
 Although should set the star of even ; 
 Still it should shine to brighter day, 
 
 Tho morning stars should fall from heaven. 
 
 III. 
 Upon the island s western shore, 
 
 Beside a quiet, peaceful cove 
 
 A mirror for the skies above 
 A lofty cliff, with moss run o er, 
 Lifted its stern, dark front on high, 
 The storm and tempest to defy. 
 And often, from its emerald crown, 
 LILLA, at sunset hour, looked down 
 Upon the distant isles of green 
 
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 That gemmed the ocean s silvery sheen- 
 The tinted hues of clouds and sky, 
 Blended in matchless harmony, 
 And circling sun, whose banners bright 
 Were gleaming round his path of light. 
 
 IV. 
 
 The evening star is shining now 
 In beauty in the distant west ; 
 And ocean s waves have ceased to flow. 
 
 And Nature sinks to quiet rest. 
 But soon a sound the stillness breaks. 
 And echo, answering echo, wakes ; 
 A light, free barque, with dipping oars. 
 Is gliding toward those coral shores, 
 And gains at length the sheltering cove, 
 And rests beneath the cliff above. 
 Tis still again; but now a tone 
 
 Of mellowed fullness, soft and clear. 
 To LILLA well and fondly known. 
 Is rising to her listening ear : 
 
 i. 
 " WHEN blushing Morn, at dawn, unbars 
 
 The pearly gates of day, 
 And in the flushing light, the stars 
 
 Like spirits fade away 
 Glad, happy thoughts within me rise, 
 
 So joyous and so free, 
 I bless those matin reveries 
 For then I dream of thee. 
 
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 2. 
 
 " When Eve her silver veil overspreads 
 
 The earth, and gems the sky 
 With jewels bright, and deepening shades 
 
 Are gathering silently 
 Then thoughts all beautiful attend 
 
 My soul from passion free, 
 As angel-ones to earth descend 
 
 For then I dream of thee. 
 
 3. 
 
 " The thought of thee, as I would tread 
 
 The path of life aright, 
 Gleams far adown, a golden thread, 
 
 Amid the shrouding night. 
 Blessings be with thee for thou art 
 
 A guiding star to me ; 
 And happy hours are e er my part 
 
 As thus I dream of thee." 
 
 V. 
 
 Now oft times., at the close of day, 
 
 Fair LILLA watches from afar 
 The gleaming of the first faint ray 
 
 That beameth from the evening star : 
 And with a trusting faith unbroken, 
 She deems it well the signal token 
 
 When first it lights the azure dome 
 For HIM to launch his fleetly barque, 
 And, gliding o er the waters dark, 
 
 To seek again her island-home. 
 
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 VI. 
 
 The mariner, when, tempest-tost, 
 Neath rayless skies, with compass lost, 
 Through breaking clouds he hails afar 
 The glad light of the northern star 
 The exile, as in toil and pain 
 He seeks his native home again, 
 When he the long-loved spot descries 
 With throbbing heart and eager eyes 
 The watcher, weary and forlorn, 
 
 That waits through all the gloom of night 
 The opening of the gates of morn, 
 
 When first appears the dawning light : 
 These all have joy heart-earnest still 
 They feel not that delicious thrill 
 Of pleasure, which the young heart knows, 
 When, waking from its dream-repose, 
 It gladly hails, its vigil done, 
 The presence of its own loved one. 
 For then upon the spirit steals 
 
 A calm, still, brooding influence, 
 Pure as when gentle slumber seals 
 
 The rest of sleeping Innocence. 
 And then, in Fancy s pleasing dream, 
 Bright Hope and pensive Memory seem 
 Alike to bless those happy hours, 
 And strew the path of Love with flowers. 
 
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 VII. 
 Oh, who hath known, and knowing, /<?# 
 
 The young heart s first and purest love, 
 And at one idol-shrine hath knelt, 
 
 All other earthly shrines above 
 That doth not bless, all fervently, 
 That early passion, though it be 
 Long-perished, which, in waking dreams, 
 Eevealed by radiant, transient gleams, 
 A world ideal, fair and bright, 
 A world of loveliness and light. 
 Fair as the bow that spans the sky 
 
 The heart s first love to youth appears ; 
 Yet oft its beauties fade and die, 
 
 And all dissolves in falling tears ! 
 
 VIII. 
 So time passed on the golden Hours 
 
 That hovered that fair isle above, 
 Would linger in its fragrant bowers, 
 
 The blest retreats of Hope and Love. 
 And LILLA S heart was blithe and gay 
 
 Her bounding step was light and free 
 Sweet as when falling waters play, 
 
 Echoed her voice of melody. 
 Yet sometimes thoughts, all solemn, stole 
 The presence-chamber of her soul 
 
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 Within, whose shadows from her sight 
 Shrouded her cloudless skies of light. 
 Darkly prophetic soon they seemed 
 
 For LILLA watched one eve, in vain, 
 Though Hesperus in beauty beamed, 
 
 To hail upon the spreading main, 
 That light, free barque with dipping oars 
 Swift gliding toward those coral shores. 
 Then followed days of dread suspense, 
 More torturing than the certain sense 
 Of woes and sorrows known at last 
 From isle to isle this rumor passed : 
 WALTER DE VEKE had spread his sails 
 Before the ocean s rising gales, 
 And in the dark and stormy night 
 His drifting barque had swept from sight 
 At morn the ocean s revelry 
 Revealed alone the broad, blue sea 
 Doubtless beneath the swelling wave 
 The youth had found an early grave. 
 
 IX. 
 And now round LILLA S spirit stole 
 
 A shade, a darkness to be-felt ; 
 More gloomy, as her anguished soul 
 
 In secret, untold sorrow knelt : 
 E en as at times dark vapors move 
 Some clear and crystal lake above, 
 
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 And on the surface, calm and still, 
 Fling down their shadows cold and chill, 
 Until that mirror, which, before, 
 
 Gave back the bright and radiant light, 
 With dark and gloomy clouds hung o er 
 
 Reflects the gathering shades of night. 
 And darker grew that shrouding shade, 
 
 And fainter beamed the starry ray 
 Of Hope, whose blessed radiance played 
 
 Around young life s untrodden way. 
 Beside the dying couch of one 
 Whose name, of earthly names, alone. 
 All must revere a mother knelt 
 The exile s sorrowing child, and felt 
 Those sharp, deep pangs of bitterness 
 The heart strives vainly to repress, 
 As it beholds its best-beloved 
 By the cold hand of death removed. 
 And yet, as LILLA vigil kept 
 Around that bed of death, and wept 
 In anguish o er the cherished one, 
 
 A ray appeared amid the gloom, 
 Whose pure and gentle effluence shone 
 
 In beauty round the silent tomb. 
 
 X. 
 
 Oh, marvel of the human soul ! 
 Whose pinions vainly strive to rise 
 
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 Above the mists that upward roll 
 
 And veil its long-lost home, the skies 
 No perfect joy it here may know, 
 Nor taste the last extreme of woe : 
 Its rapturous moments ever seem 
 But visions of some fleeting dream, 
 Whose source and end, like life s, are gloom. 
 Alike their cradle and their tomb. 
 Yet when with deepest grief oppressed 
 The soul is never all unblest 
 But far within a pulse will flow 
 Whose flickering throb is not of woe ; 
 And through the night a voice will steal 
 c Twere better thus than not to feel !" 
 
 XI. 
 
 Again at twilight s pensive hour, 
 Amid the calm seclusion there, 
 The maiden seeks her woodland bower, 
 And bows her soul in earnest prayer. 
 And while she prayeth, from above 
 Come signs of mercy, truth and love. 
 Again that heavenly band appear, 
 Descending through the upper air ; 
 And gently on the evening breeze 
 Are borne celestial harmonies, 
 As from their harps those Angel-ones 
 Pour forth their solemn, soothing tones. 
 
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 Tis still again and soft and clear 
 Their voices greet the listening ear : 
 
 " MAIDEN, in thine hour of woe 
 
 Trust the HOLY ONE on high ; 
 He doth all thy sorrows know 
 
 Lift to heaven thy downcast eye. 
 GOD, the Merciful, will be 
 Faithful Father, Friend to thee. 
 
 Trust HIM, and His hand shall guide 
 
 To the mansions of the blest ; 
 Where the peaceful waters glide, 
 
 Where the weary are at rest. 
 Hope and Faith shall light thy way 
 Unto realms of endless day." 
 
 XII. 
 
 Again those Angel-ones uprise, 
 Returning to their starlit skies ; 
 While in the distance fade away, 
 Like the last beams of closing day, 
 Those sweet and perfect symphonies 
 That first were sung in Paradise. 
 
 XIII. 
 One long, deep sigh the spell was broke : 
 
 O er LILLA S sorrowing spirit stole 
 An influence, whose power awoke 
 
 The loftier passions of the soul. 
 
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 No vain regrets to her might be 
 The Past lived but in memory. 
 All youthful hopes and joys were fled 
 Or buried with the silent dead. 
 The Past had been for her alone ; 
 For it the Future should atone. 
 It did atone from isle to isle 
 
 That self-devoted maiden passed ; 
 A holy light her chastened smile 
 
 Around the couch of suffering cast ; 
 Her low, sweet voice fell soft and clear 
 In music on the mourner s ear ; 
 Her hand all gentle smoothly spread 
 The pillow of the dying bed ; 
 And oft she stood in pity by, 
 As breathed the soul its latest sigh. 
 
 XIV. 
 And LILLA thus all weariless 
 
 Wrought out her work of holy love 
 While stricken ones prayed heaven to 
 
 Her life with mercies from above 
 Until upon her radiant face 
 That chastened smile had given place 
 To deeper lines of thought and care, 
 So strange in one so young and fair. 
 E en as some fount, whose crystal tide 
 Is by pellucid springs supplied. 
 
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 In beauty sleeps, with emerald bound, 
 
 With fragrant roses bending round : 
 
 Until before the storm s wild play 
 
 The slender barrier gives way ; 
 
 Then flowing through the verdant plains 
 
 No type original retains 
 
 But beauty, form and self are lost 
 
 In the wild mazes it has crossed : 
 
 Yet as it fails new life it gives ; 
 
 In its own waste each floweret lives. 
 
 XV. 
 Time passed, devoid of self a trace - 
 
 And LILLA S heart grew calm again ; 
 And sorrow on her soul-lit face 
 
 Scarce left a sign of secret pain. 
 Her gentle heart, so sorely tried, 
 And by its trials purified, 
 In trusting faith to heaven had turned, 
 And life s important lesson learned : 
 Though clouds may veil morn s sunny sky. 
 Doubt never that the lifted eye 
 Shall view them fall in gentle showers, 
 
 And thus in blessings pass away ; 
 Waking to life the fragrant flowers, 
 
 And leaving brighter, purer day. 
 
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 CANTO THIRD. 
 
 I. 
 THE east is flushed with colors bright. 
 
 The signal-lights of coming Day. 
 At whose approach enshrouding Night 
 
 With noiseless footfall glides away. 
 The fleecy clouds, like heralds, fly 
 Before the monarch of the sky ; 
 The morning breezes, light and free, 
 Are dancing o er the rippled sea ; 
 And Nature, robed in beauty, smiles 
 Upon those sea-girt, tropic isles. 
 
 II. 
 At this glad hour the exile s child 
 
 Hath early sought her woodland bowers, 
 To train the clustering tendrils wild. 
 
 And gather sweet and fragrant flowers. 
 Still turn her thoughts to memories 
 Of happy days, of sunny skies, 
 When life with ONE was glad and bright, 
 Without, a dark and cheerless night. 
 
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 She paused at length her taper hand 
 Encircling, like an ivory band, 
 Clasped gathered flowers, whose roseate hues 
 Were glistening with the early dews. 
 How beautiful she seemed arrayed 
 
 In spotless white, her form of grace 
 Appeared in beauty ; lightly played 
 
 Upon her sweet, expressive face 
 A trace of bloom ; her full, dark eyes 
 Were lifted to the brightening skies - r 
 Wreathing her lips a gentle smile 
 Was lingering, such as might beguile 
 A being of the upper air 
 For one so beautiful and fair. 
 But soon the sound of footsteps near 
 Was borne unto her listening ear ; 
 She turned, and to her glad surprise, 
 
 Just issuing from the pillared wood 
 An apparition met her eyes 
 
 WALTER DE VERE before her stood ! 
 She paused an instant then the cry 
 
 Of " WALTER !" her sweet lips expressed ; 
 " LILLA !" he uttered in reply, 
 
 And clasped her to has ma-nly breast. 
 
 Ill, 
 
 Joy for the long, dark night is o er, 
 Its drear and lonely vigil done ; 
 
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 Joy for the mists shall shroud no more 
 
 The glory of the day begun. 
 Joy, in the heart s own faithfulness 
 
 That trusted on, that trusted ever ; 
 Joy, in that love whose power to bless 
 
 Misfortune dark could weaken never. 
 Joy, for the woes and sorrows past 
 Have brought a glad reward at last ; 
 Joy in the Future s promise-tone 
 Of rapturous pleasure, all its own. 
 
 IV. 
 WALTER and LILLA meet again, 
 
 As meek-eyed Twilight silent steals 
 In dusky shadows o er the main 
 
 Yet isle and sea but half conceals. 
 The fair-browed moon, enrobed in white, 
 
 With queenly grace moves up the skies 
 And neath her beams of silver light 
 
 That isle in softened beauty lies. 
 And WALTER brief recital gave, 
 That, wrecked upon the stormy wave, 
 At the last hour he safety found 
 Upon a stately vessel, bound 
 With spreading sails, to Europe s shores, 
 And bearing varied tropic stores, 
 That he had sought his native land 
 Awed by no cruel king s command : 
 
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 From every forest, vale and glen 
 
 That girt his ancient castle round, 
 He gathered firm and faithful men, 
 
 By ties of strong allegiance bound 
 Then told them of those islands fair 
 
 In the far regions of the West 
 Oppressed by 110 fierce monarch, there 
 
 In peace might they securely rest. 
 With ^kill were preparations made, 
 Their consumation long delayed 
 By watchful, eager spies at last 
 
 The exile-fleet moved down the tide, 
 Their pennons to the breezes cast, 
 
 And swept the wave with stately pride. 
 Fair gales and cloudless skies had blessed 
 Their passage to the distant West, 
 Till here their snowy sails were furled 
 Where stretched the mighty western world. 
 And pilgrim-nobles, too, had come 
 To share with them their island-home ; 
 And while they this retreat had sought 
 The noblest tributes had they brought, 
 Alike of heart and soul and mind, 
 By pure and lofty truth refined. 
 WALTER DE VERB as chief they chose 
 
 To rule the Islands of the Sea ; 
 To watch above their still repose, 
 
 And guard the banner of the Free, 
 
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 And now, his devious wanderings o er, 
 He sought again that coral shore. 
 While a calm joy his soul possessed, 
 By love and hope supremely blessed. 
 
 V. 
 
 And who might tell that love ? matured 
 Through weary years of toil and pain, 
 
 That still through darkest gloom endured,, 
 Still hoping, though all hope seemed vain. 
 
 That love, whose very tenderness 
 
 Had in itself a power to bless 
 
 A chastened passion, sorely tried, 
 
 And by its trials purified 
 
 Forgiving, selfless, glad alone 
 
 To suffer for the cherished one ; 
 
 A lofty sentiment, above 
 
 The dreamings, e en, of youthful love. 
 
 VI. 
 Oh, marvel of the human heart ! 
 
 What is that all controlling power, 
 Which, once enthroned, will ne er depart 
 
 Till fails the pulse at life s last hour ? 
 That singles from mankind, alone, 
 Its own beloved and cherished one ; 
 That round its holy idol flings 
 The presence of all glorious things, 
 
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 Winning from earth and air and sky 
 Beauties of matchless harmony 
 And kneels before its sacred shrine 
 In daring worship, oft divine. 
 
 VII. 
 The moon has reached her zenith-height 
 
 Ere WALTER, lingering to remain, 
 Now bids at last a sweet " Good night !" 
 
 And seeks his ocean-barque again. 
 From forth the circling bay it glides. 
 And o er the billows lightly rides ; 
 Until from LILLA S eager sight 
 It passes, in the mingled light 
 And shade of that fair tropic night. 
 
 VIII. 
 Won by the beauties of the hour, 
 
 Of earth and air and sky above 
 She lingers in her rosy bower, 
 
 Where first was pledged their mutual love. 
 A quiet joy her soul possesses, 
 And with its genial presence blesses 
 The gentle, pleasing thoughts that rise 
 With all their varied memories. 
 But now celestial melody 
 Is swelling through the upper sky ; 
 
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 That choir of Angel-ones descending, 
 Their voices sweet with harpings blending, 
 Pour the rich, choral notes along, 
 And swell the tide of glorious song : 
 
 " SWEET maiden^ in thy sunny youth, when life was bright 
 
 and fair, 
 We sought for thee, with benisons, thy heavenly Father s 
 
 care ; 
 
 And when thy days of loneliness and desolation came, 
 We prayed thee trust, with childlike faith, his great and 
 
 holy name. 
 
 " Thy heavenly Father heard thy prayer, and in thy deep 
 
 distress 
 Hath crowned thy days with joy and peace, thy life with 
 
 blessedness : 
 
 Then glory to His holy name, all other names above 
 A Father merciful and kind, a GOD of truth and love. 
 
 " Fair maiden, visible to thee may we appear no more 
 Our mission hath been all fulfilled, our embassy is o er : 
 Still hath a kind and gracious boon alike to both been 
 
 given 
 A mortal hath held converse sweet with habitants of 
 
 heaven. 
 
 " Still round thy quiet daily path shall we unseen attend ; 
 Still in the music-tones of earth our gentle harpings blend ; 
 In all the varied scenes of life still guard thy being well, 
 Though now our harps and voices breathe Farewell, 
 to thee, FAREWELL ! " 
 
PRONOUNCED BEFORE THE CLASS OF 1850, OF UNION COL- 
 LEGE, UPON FOURTH OF JULY EVE, 1848. 
 
HISTORIA LIBERTATIS, 
 
 i. 
 
 AMONG the tales of other days, those glorious 
 
 days of old, 
 When sire to son, in turn the sire, to child 
 
 and grandchild told 
 The storied deeds of noble souls, of heroes 
 
 great and brave, 
 This Legend, from forgetfulness, Tradition 
 
 deigned to save : 
 
 II. 
 There lived a Scotish Baron once, of strange, 
 
 peculiar mind, 
 Whose philosophic queries were to hidden 
 
 truths inclined ; 
 And he resolved that he would seek some 
 
 new and unknown power, 
 Whose sweet, wild melody should cheer each 
 
 sad and lonely hour. 
 
40 PENCILINGS. 
 
 And then some massive iron bars from cliff 
 
 to cliff he flung, 
 As on two neighboring cragged peaks their 
 
 sombre shapes he hung : 
 For thus the Baron fondly hoped, that when 
 
 the winds should play 
 Upon that rock-framed harp, to hear music s 
 
 sweet harmony. 
 Then danced the fragrant morning-breeze 
 
 those long-drawn cords among, 
 Yet moved they not, though all things else 
 
 made melody and song. 
 Nor noon-tide air, nor breath of eve, nor 
 
 Zephyr s gentle wing, 
 
 From forth those sullen, iron bars one mur 
 muring tone could bring. 
 But when the midnight tempest swept from 
 
 plain to mountain-height, 
 And forth the gloomy Storm-king rode in his 
 
 resistless might 
 And when the rushing whirlwind smote that 
 
 giant harpsichord, 
 From forth its trembling, quivering bars, 
 
 melodious cadence poured : 
 Music of sweet, seolian tone rose on the air 
 
 around, 
 
 Yet sonorous and full-voiced as the Archan 
 gel s trumpet-sound : 
 
HlSTORIA LlBERTATIS. 41 
 
 And as this night-long melody the listening 
 
 Baron hears, 
 Unto his ravished sense it seems "the music 
 
 of the spheres." 
 
 III. 
 Of all the marked, peculiar traits that to our 
 
 land pertain. 
 None else than this, to thoughtful minds, is 
 
 more entirely plain 
 That with the people, as a mass, no slight or 
 
 transient cause 
 Can move them to effect a change, or honor 
 
 changing laws. 
 The morning-breeze, the noon-tide air, with 
 
 lesser influence fraught, 
 Will play above the silent throng, and yet 
 
 disturb it not. 
 But when great truths are held at nought, 
 
 and principles of right 
 Are made, by lawless force, to yield before 
 
 superior might 
 
 The PEOPLE wake, stand up, and forth in stir 
 ring tones they speak, 
 And quick from off their chaffing limbs their 
 
 galling fetters break : 
 And then from plain and mountain-height 
 
 those tones come sweeping by, 
 
42 PENCILINGS. 
 
 That freemen breathe, of firm resolve, of 
 
 dauntless purpose high : 
 And e en to distant lands they fly, borne on 
 
 by every breeze. 
 And to the coward despot seem the sound of 
 
 roaring seas. 
 So when a haughty tyrant rose to oppress 
 
 our noble sires, 
 
 They kindled on each mountain-top fair Free 
 dom s altar-fires ; 
 And they resolved, with fearless hearts, their 
 
 native land should be 
 Unburdened by a regal throne, unfettered, 
 
 truly free. 
 Then they unto a listening world, in GOD S 
 
 eternal name, 
 The startling truths of equal birth and equal 
 
 rights proclaim : 
 For truths like these they fought and bled, 
 
 and with their latest breath, 
 Pronounced the stern alternative of " Liberty 
 
 or Death 1" 
 
 IV. 
 But while we rightly honor well those heroes 
 
 old and brave, 
 Who nobly fought, and bled, and died, their 
 
 own dear land to save 
 
HlSTORIA LlBERTATIS. 43 
 
 We well may seek to know from whence this 
 
 principle had birth 
 Of equal rights, which yet shall sway all 
 
 nations of the earth. 
 
 V. 
 Far down the vista of the past a clear and 
 
 quenchless light 
 The way illumines, and dispels the gloomy 
 
 shades of night 
 And as we tread the shadowy maze, seen by 
 
 its mellow rays, 
 We read the crumbling records there of long 
 
 forgotten days. 
 
 VI, 
 
 Full eighteen hundred years ago a CHILD DI 
 VINE had birth, 
 
 And angels sang "Glory to GOD on high, 
 and peace on earth." 
 
 By length of days the heavenly Child in mind 
 and soul grew strong, 
 
 Yet princely lords and ruling men he mingled 
 not among : 
 
 But with the thronging multitude that gath 
 ered far and near, 
 
 These wondrous truths, from lips divine, fell 
 on the startled ear : 
 
44 PENCILINGS. 
 
 For none had e er declared before, nor till 
 that blessed hour, 
 
 The principle of equal rights, by GOD S crea 
 tive power. 
 
 VII. 
 And now this great and heaven-born truth, 
 
 immortal and sublime, 
 Began its journey far adown the vale of 
 
 coming Time. 
 
 And as it passed from age to age, its legion 
 ary foes 
 With kings and princes, tyrants all, to crush 
 
 it then uprose. 
 Yet it was loved and cherished still, in its 
 
 dark pilgrimage, 
 By all the noblest, purest souls of every 
 
 clime and age : 
 Among the lonely Hugenots, within their 
 
 clay-w r alled cells, 
 Upon the peaks of Switzerland, within her 
 
 secret dells 
 Amid Germanic cloisters dim, on Scotia s 
 
 highlands wild, 
 Upon the fertile Saxon plains where Nature 
 
 ever smiled 
 There dwelt this one great principle, a thing 
 
 of life and light, 
 
HISTORIA LIBERT ATIS. 45 
 
 And to the people whispering of equal birth 
 and right. 
 
 Where er a few great minds stood out against 
 oppressive power, 
 
 And noble hearts resolved that they to ty 
 rants ne er would cower 
 
 This spirit-principle appeared, to comfort and 
 to speak 
 
 Inspiring thoughts unto the strong, and 
 soothing to the weak : 
 
 Beside Erasmus lamp within Galileo s dun 
 geon-walls, 
 
 While Luther from his lonely cell its stirring 
 mandate calls : 
 
 Within the Alpine home of Tell, on England s 
 rocky coasts, 
 
 As Cromwell s battle-cry went up "The 
 Lord, the Lord of hosts !" 
 
 Among the noble hero-souls the trembling 
 Mayflower bore 
 
 From their far, native, sea-girt isle to Ply 
 mouth s rocky shore 
 
 Whose mission to this western world was 
 hitherward to bring 
 
 " A Church without a Bishop, and a State 
 without a King." 
 
 Here, mid these long-drawn forest-aisles, be 
 neath a star-gemmed dome. 
 
46 PENCILINGS. 
 
 The votaries of Freedom found a temple and 
 
 a home. 
 Here dwelt they in an unknown land, by 
 
 lordly feet untrod, 
 
 Untrammelled held their sacred rights, un 
 trammelled worshipped GOD. 
 Here the great truths of equal birth, of lib- 
 
 berty and right 
 Were fearlessly maintained against tyrannic 
 
 power and might ; 
 Here stood fair Freedom s champion forth to 
 
 lead her armies on, 
 The chiefest of her noble sons, the peerless 
 
 WASHINGTON. 
 
 VIII. 
 Then from this western world went forth, as 
 
 wars and tumult ceased, 
 This Genius of the Free, to light her altars 
 
 in the East. 
 " The harp that once in Tara s halls the soul 
 
 of music shed," 
 Beneath her thrilling touch aroused the 
 
 slumbering patriot-dead : 
 Unhappy Poland s valiant sons her silver 
 
 tones awoke, 
 As they in death s convulsive throes their 
 
 binding fetters broke. 
 
HlSTORIA LlBERTATIS. 47 
 
 In France, beneath her shading wings, arose 
 the swelling flood, 
 
 And thrones and kings were swept away in 
 a wild sea of blood; 
 
 And from far distant tropic climes came up 
 the exulting cry 
 
 Of freemen nerved with purpose strong to 
 conquer or to die. 
 
 Thus, thus, this one great principle, immor 
 tal and sublime, 
 
 _ Hath gleamed like a golden thread far down 
 the vale of Time : 
 
 By turns obscured by clouds it seemed, by 
 turns divinely bright, 
 
 Through centuries of mental gloom, or intel 
 lectual light. 
 
 Thus hath this Genius of the Free, of Liberty 
 and Truth, 
 
 Born eighteen hundred years ago, maintained 
 perpetual youth : 
 
 And thus she leadeth forth her hosts, her 
 freemen brave and true, 
 
 To overturn monarchial thrones, to conquer 
 and subdue : 
 
 To offer man those priceless rights which GOD 
 to him hath given, 
 
 And kindle in his slumbering soul Prome 
 thean fires from heaven. 
 
48 PENCILING^ 
 
 IX. 
 
 And now, within one hundred days, o er 
 Ocean s sullen wave, 
 
 Hath swept the stirring battle-cry of free 
 men true and brave * 
 
 The murmuring tones of myriad ones that 
 long in bondage groaned, 
 
 Who, rising with resistless might, have kingly 
 power disowned. 
 
 Around each trembling, tottering throne 
 tumultuous billows rave, 
 
 And even now one lowly rests beneath the 
 swelling wave : 
 
 Still rise the thronging masses, still they lift 
 their banners white, 
 
 Inscribing on their ample folds " For Free 
 dom, Justice, Right." 
 
 GOD grant that they with guiltless blood those 
 standards ne er may stain, 
 
 Yet ever guard man s sacred rights, these 
 sacredly maintain : 
 
 And may HE in great goodness grant that 
 year of Jubilee, 
 
 In which all nations of the earth shall then 
 be truly FREE ! 
 
 * The French Revolution of February, 1848. 
 
HlSTOEIA LlBEKTATIS. 49 
 
 X. 
 
 With festal rites, with emblems meet, 
 
 With choral melody 
 And glad acclaim, our voices greet 
 
 Our nation s Jubilee : 
 Hail ! happy day, thrice happy day 
 
 That gave an empire birth, 
 Whose genial influence yet shall sway 
 
 All nations of the earth. 
 
 XL 
 Our noble sires of other days 
 
 Withstood their haughty foe, 
 And gained that meed of lofty praise 
 
 Their sons with joy bestow : 
 For then, mid shades of night, a star 
 
 From clouds began to rise, 
 Whose radiance, shining from afar, 
 
 Now lights our western skies, 
 
 XII. 
 All hail the day, when first was spoke 
 
 The watchword " Liberty :" 
 A spell that broke the tyrant s yoke, 
 
 And set the captive free. 
 That day, before whose light divine 
 
 Oppression fled away 
 Whose beams of heavenly radiance shine 
 
 To pure and perfect day. 
 
 5 
 
50 PENCILINGS. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Then let us guard with sacred zeal 
 
 The rights our sires bestowed, 
 And strive that constant flame to feel 
 
 Which in their bosoms glowed. 
 So shall we greet, with glad acclaim, 
 
 This festive day s return 
 So shall endure fair Freedom s fame 
 
 So shall her altars burn. 
 
08 
 
LAYS OF PASSION, 
 
 THE SHRINE. 
 
 THOUGH I have known thee many years, 
 
 Yet I approach thee once again, 
 Untrammelled by those boding fears 
 
 That told me such approach were vain. 
 For though I fail to win of thee 
 
 The object of my heart s desire, 
 Still noble ends my aim shall be 
 
 Still lofty hopes my soul inspire. 
 
 I ask thy love yet ask it not 
 
 As one who might make no return ; 
 For then were mine the suppliant s lot 
 
 A suppliant whom thy soul should spurn. 
 The jewels that I offer thee 
 
 Precious and priceless do I deem ; 
 Nor mayst thou take them, should they be 
 
 Less highly held in thy esteem. 
 
54 PENCILINGS. 
 
 I pledge to thee an intellect, 
 
 Which, still unfashioned and unwrought, 
 Thy gentle genius might perfect 
 
 To range the highest heaven of thought: 
 A mind that surely feels within 
 
 The earnest throbbings of a power, 
 Which yet shall give it strength to win 
 
 The triumphs of some future hour. 
 
 A faithful heart I pledge to thee, 
 
 Unchanging and entirely thine ; 
 Whose worship, next to GOD S, should be 
 
 Within the temple of thy shrine : 
 A heart, whose passions sorely tried 
 
 And taught in humbleness to bow, 
 Still phoenix-like, thus purified, 
 
 Have triumphed o T er the conqueror now, 
 
 I pledge thee these for these alone 
 
 By time and place unchanged remain : 
 Give me thy love and thou shalt own 
 
 Thou hast not given it in vain. 
 Give me thy love and thou shalt know 
 
 A true heart s deep idolatry ; 
 Give me thy love and I will show 
 
 That I am worthy even THEE. 
 
55 
 
 THE DREAMER. 
 
 " How like thou art to ONE departed ! 7 
 
 I SEE thee in my nightly dreams, 
 
 E en as thou seemest now : 
 Thy love-lit eye in beauty beams 
 
 Glad light is on thy brow. 
 And then each word, or glance, or smile 
 
 So angel-like doth seem, 
 I bless those phantasies the while 
 
 Those visions of a dream. 
 
 But holier thoughts of thee, alone, 
 
 Are round tliy presence thrown 
 Twin-sister seemest thou of one 
 
 Passed to the great Unknown. 
 Her radiant face, her beaming eye 
 
 And graceful form were thine ; 
 And still I bow, in memory, 
 
 Before that sacred shrine. 
 
 Oh, that I had not only dreamed 
 Of those bright, joyous hours, 
 
 When in her presence ever seemed 
 Life s pathway strewed with flowers. 
 
56 PENCILINGS. 
 
 Oh, might I list once more, and bless 
 
 The music of her voice 
 Whose words of winning tenderness 
 
 Bade my sad heart rejoice. 
 
 Dearest, I would not breathe a thought 
 
 That e er might give thee pain ; 
 But if my first desire prove nought, 
 
 Still may not this be vain : 
 May thy bright morning-sun illume 
 
 Thy path with roseate beams, 
 And mayst thou be, in light, in gloom, 
 
 The angel of my dreams. 
 
THE CONFESSION, 
 
 THOU hast read the heart most rightly, 
 
 As it was in other days, 
 When a future light shone brightly 
 
 On its joyous, happy gaze. 
 Whether now, in joy or sorrow, 
 
 Soul-absorbing feelings flow, 
 Dark or bright may seem the morrow 
 
 Future years the truth will show. 
 
 There are mysteries all around us, 
 
 Which we may not, cannot solve 
 Sympathies that charm or wound us, 
 
 Soothing sadness, lulling love. 
 Sympathies the dark world never 
 
 In its coldness comprehends ; 
 Sympathies that bind forever 
 
 Hearts of true and trusting friends. 
 
 Why me question of a feeling 
 
 (That thou knowest, thy queries show,) 
 O er my lonely musing stealing, 
 
 Full of joy or rife with woe ? 
 
58 PENCILINGS. 
 
 Once the happy thought impressed me 
 That a friend might heed my prayer ; 
 
 And the gladdening wish possessed me, 
 She could then my feelings share. 
 
 Wouldst know more? E en now thou 
 knowest 
 
 All I could impart to thee 
 In thy mirror-heart thy showest 
 
 Counterparts of thee and me. 
 Of my feelings true and lasting. 
 
 In thine own heart read aright 
 Of regret for follies casting 
 
 Blight on Friendship s faith and light, 
 
59 
 
 THE PARTING. 
 
 " THAT we had never met, or parted !" 
 
 I CANNOT say " Farewell/ dearest 
 
 My lips must falter still 
 To breathe that word, whose utterance 
 
 My heart with grief would fill. 
 Of fading hopes, of by-gone joys 
 
 Its faintest murmurs tell ; 
 And olden memories mil rise 
 
 I cannot say " Farewell 1" 
 
 I cannot say "Farewell/ dearest 
 
 Far in the shadowy Past, 
 1 see in ghostly forms troop by 
 
 My first hopes and my last. 
 The Future hath no charms for one 
 
 Whose thoughts with anguish swell ; 
 I mourn the " light of other days " 
 
 I cannot say " Farewell 1" 
 
 I cannot say " Farewell/ dearest 
 Thy star hath o er me shone, 
 
 Till, like a rapt astrologer, 
 I worship it alone. 
 
PENCILINGS. 
 
 Faith, Hope, and Love beneath its light 
 
 In blissful union dwell ; 
 Its absence spreads a midnight gloom 
 
 I cannot say " Farewell !" 
 
THE OLD MAN S LAMENT, 
 
 UPON a pleasant summer s eve, as to his bed 
 
 of rest 
 The sun with golden banners passed the 
 
 portals of the West 
 And woodland-hill, and forest-dale, and plain 
 
 and mountain-height 
 Were robed, as only Nature robes, in glowing 
 
 colors bright 
 Twas then before his cottage-door, within a 
 
 a lowly vale, 
 An old man to his grandchild told full many 
 
 a truthful tale : 
 But as the thoughts of other days, that long 
 
 in memory slept 
 Awoke to life and light again, he bowed his 
 
 head and wept. 
 And when he looked up again, twas with a 
 
 broken sigh ; 
 And faltering words fell from his lips, while 
 
 tears bedewed his eye : 
 
62 PENCILINGS. 
 
 " I m thinking of the times, Harry, 
 
 When, years long, long ago 
 Ere youth and hope and joy had changed 
 
 For age and grief and woe 
 My cheek, like yours, was fresh and fair, 
 
 My heart was light and gay ; 
 With bounding step, in merry glee, 
 
 I joined in childish play. 
 
 " Oh, those were happy days, Harry, 
 
 When, in perennial bowers, 
 Unknowing grief or care I passed 
 
 Childhood s bright, joyous hours. 
 And in the memories of the past, 
 
 E en now before me rise 
 Those pleasant, boyish haunts as fair 
 
 As the hills of Paradise. 
 
 " And then came manly youth, Harry, 
 
 With hopes as fair and bright 
 As seem the stars, as one by one 
 
 They come, when comes the night. 
 But as I watched their gladsome light 
 
 I saw them fade away, 
 As fade those stars, at early dawn, 
 
 When morning brings the day. 
 
THE OLD MAN S LAMENT. 63 
 
 " And then came middle age. Harry, 
 
 With sorrows and with fears ; 
 A brow defying care, without 
 
 Within, hot burning tears. 
 Yet still her phantoms Hope displayed 
 
 Around Life s toilsome way, 
 As gainless as the rainbow-hues 
 
 That on the storm-cloud play. 
 
 " And now hath come old age, Harry, 
 
 With trembling footsteps slow, 
 And palsied hands, and frame bowed down. 
 
 And locks of drifted snow : 
 And Time, upon this throbbing brow 
 
 That once was fair as thine, 
 Of sorrow and corroding care, 
 
 Hath written many a line. 
 
 "Yet Life hath some true hopes, Harry, 
 
 That never, never fade ; 
 But gleam like golden stars, mid scenes 
 
 Of changing light and shade. 
 These, if thou act thy part aright, 
 
 Upon this world-wide stage, 
 Shall be as beacon-lights to thee 
 
 In this dark pilgrimage. 
 
64 PENCILINGS. 
 
 " Then bear a firm, true heart, Harry, 
 
 With moral armor bright, 
 And let your watchword ever be 
 
 6 May GOD defend the right ! 
 And when at last thou shalt depart 
 
 From scenes of action here, 
 Twill be ( as stars in heaven go out 
 
 To light another sphere. " 
 
THE URN, 
 
 FAREWELL farewell to thy spirit, long cher 
 ished 
 As noble and upright, as honored and 
 
 brave ; 
 Farewell to the hopes that have withered and 
 
 perished, 
 
 With the dust that lies low in the cold, 
 silent grave. 
 
 Oh, bright as the radiant son of the morning 
 Thy star mounted up from the horizon s 
 
 gloom ; 
 
 But while with its splendor the zenith adorn 
 ing, 
 
 Its light hath gone out in the night of the 
 tomb. 
 
 That light, which had shone with brightness 
 
 increasing, 
 A guide to the devious ways of our youth ; 
 
66 PENCILINQS. 
 
 A day-star, whose lustre and brilliance un 
 ceasing 
 Illumined the pathway of honor and truth. 
 
 Yet like to that star, thy spirit shall never 
 Be paled by earth vapors, though hid from 
 us here ; 
 
 In splendor unveiled it will shine on forever, 
 With glory undimmeclan a happier sphere. 
 
 Farewell fare we] 1 be it ours to cherish 
 Thy spotless example, as Life s pathway 
 
 we tread ; 
 To think on thy spirit immortal, though 
 
 perish 
 
 Thy mouldering dust in the home of the 
 dead : 
 
 To reflect that it dwelleth in mansions eternal, 
 Undimmed by the gathering shades of the 
 
 tomb ; 
 Where joys are unending, and flowers bright 
 
 and vernal 
 By the river of Life, in Paradise bloom. 
 
WELCOME ODE 
 
 OF THE ADELPHIC SOCIETY OF UNION COLLEGE,. AT ITS 
 SEMI-CENTENNIAL CELEBRATION, JULY 25, 1848. 
 
 WITH grateful hearts, with cheerful song, 
 
 We greet this festal day, 
 And pour the swelling notes along, 
 
 And chant our joyous lay. 
 Hail ! Brothers hail ! to you we tend 
 
 Our welcome warm and true ; 
 With you our present hopes we blend. 
 
 Our former joys renew. 
 
 From north and south, from east and west. 
 
 Together here we meet, 
 To spend these hours, so richly blest, 
 
 While cherished friends we greet. 
 We here the cares of life forget 
 
 Its pleasures call to mind, 
 And e en in thoughts of fond regret 
 
 A lingering solace find. 
 
68 PENCILING^. 
 
 We gather here to quaff once more 
 
 The waters, pure and bright, 
 That from ADELPHIC fountains pour 
 
 Their streams of life and light. 
 And though for half an hundred years 
 
 Its crystal tide hath flowed, 
 Still Memory the fount endears 
 
 By blessings once bestowed. 
 
 Then welcome, Brothers, once again, 
 
 To this our Jubilee, 
 By hearts devoid of care and pain, 
 
 And happy, light and free. 
 Hail ! Brothers, wandering stars from one 
 
 Chief constellation bright 
 The fairest gem that ever shone 
 
 Upon " the brow of night." 
 
HOPE ON, 
 
 HOPE on, hope on, hope ever 
 
 In every change of life ; 
 Hope on, and yield thee never 
 
 To storms of earthly strife. 
 Hope on, though faintly beameth 
 
 The light of that far ray, 
 Whose fading brightness seemeth 
 
 In night to pass away. 
 
 Hope on, hope on, hope ever 
 
 In sorrow, pain and woe ; 
 Though every tie should sever 
 
 That binds thee here below. 
 Hope on with faith unceasing, 
 
 Where er thy lot be cast ; 
 Thy future joys increasing 
 
 From memories of the past. 
 
 Hope on, hope on, hope ever 
 No dark and cheerless night 
 
 Is cheered and lighted never 
 With rays of heaven-born light, 
 
70 PENCILINGS. 
 
 No joy comes unattended 
 By shadows of regret ; 
 
 No grief is grief unblended - 
 We mourn but to forget. 
 
 Then hope hope on, hope ever 
 
 Lift up thy downcast eye, 
 And gladly trust forever 
 
 A Providence on high. 
 Then, calmly shall thy spirit 
 
 The ills of life sustain ; 
 And conquering death, inherit 
 
 Her native skies again. 
 
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