O, may God bless that laughing e'e, My love, As in a written book. And what though friends be often cold, And sometimes false and faithless? Though eyes we loved be closed in death, And hushed the music of the breath, Yet there be true hearts nathless, Love, O, there be true hearts nathless! There 's many a cheek will brighter glow, Will weep above our pyre, Will weep above our pyre. And though the circle here be small Where vice shall sink and virtue rise, Till all become the loved ones, Till all become the loved ones. Then let your eye be laughing still, And cloudless be your brow; For in that better world above O, many myriads shall we love, My love, As one another now. 1835. CHANGE NOT. BE ever thus; though years must roll, In word and action live and speak. Unknowing of a wicked thought, Yet of the learning of the sage, The poet's rhyme, the scholar's page, All that is pure and true shall be A gift of instinct unto thee; Thou shalt live on, and die, a child. When merry Spring, with crown of flowers, 1835. And though the birds be all about, And when the days of winter come, As pure, as thoughtless, and as wild,— For thus from God you came. POVERTY AND KNOWLEDGE. Ан, dearest, we are young and strong, Yet, my dear wife, there is a might Armed with her sceptre, to an hour We may condense whole years and ages; Bid the departed, by her power, Arise, and talk with seers and sages. Her word, to teach us, may bid stop Or spread a kingdom on our table. In her great name we need but call Scott, Schiller, Shakspeare, and, behold! |