138 ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD. Now drooping, woful-wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love. "One morn I missed him on the accustomed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree : Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood, was he : "The next, with dirges due, in sad array, Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne; Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn." THE EPΙΤΑΡΗ. Here rests his head upon the lap of earth, Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere : He gained from Heaven---'twas all he wished- No further seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode (There they, alike, in trembling hope, repose) The bosom of his Father and his God. GRAY. ७ Sweet Mary. F I had thought thou couldst have died, It never through my mind had pass'd And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again, But, when I speak, thou dost not say And now I feel, as well I may, If thou wouldst stay e'en as thou art, I still might press thy silent heart, But there I lay thee in the grave- I do not think, where'er thou art, ७ 140 CHARACTER OF ADDISON. And I, perhaps, may soothe this heart Yet there was round thee such a dawn Of light ne'er seen before, As fancy never could have drawn, REV. CHAS. WOLFE. Character of Addison. WERE there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires ; A PSALM OF LIFE. 141 Like Cato, give his little senate laws, POPE. [From the "Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot."] A Psalm of Life. WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE PSALMIST. 142 A PSALM OF LIFE. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating In the world's broad field of battle, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant, Lives of great men all remind us Footprints, that perhaps another, ७ |