Starting at the minstrel's strain, Blissful being! o'er the past, Dost thou brood with soul o'ercast, Wake to joy and cease to mourn. Youth and beauty thou can'st claim— But, when on thy placid brow Doth no more its tints disclose; Then secure the better part Treasur'd up in Mary's heart; Choose the things of heavenly worth, Earthly joys are but for earth; That when death insidiously Robs thee of vitality, He to thee may kindly give Deathless life in heaven to live. NEW YEAR'S DAY REFLECTIONS. "We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue And are we here? Yea, we are here, and well, Brimful of nature's wealth— The hopeful heart, the roseate hues of health, Peace, happiness, and joy—all, all are ours. Another year We've seen, and heard the knell Rung at the exit of the year that's past; We live to-day, Then let us live as if it were our last ; And if our last, then may we be prepared Twelve waning moons have mark'd its dark career, And monarchs scarce survive the royal wreck. Homeward our spirit hies to look upon Whose laugh was loudest at the last year's birth, To-morrow, where are we? Ere o'er the deep to-morrow's sun arise, In the silent summer twilight on a mossy bank we lay, Lay and watch'd the widening shadows shutting out the golden day; Saw the sun in regal splendour to the rosy west retire, And the mists that girt the mountains quench their crests of living fire; Saw the Eve like some fair maiden train'd in fashion's giddy school, [ful; Adding to her native beauty charms indeed most beautiSaw her deck her dusky forehead in the gems that angels wear, Golden gems that softly twinkled down the opening depths of air, [and tree; And she hung in rich profusion pearls of dew on shrub Strew'd them on the level meadow-strew'd them on the sloping lea; Each within its quivering bosom held the reflex of a star, As a love her lover's image when by distance sever'd far; But the night put on her sackcloth and eclipsed their beaming eyes, [the skiesHid the moon behind her vapours, built the clouds along Clouds that darkly met and mingled, clouds in wild confusion hurl'd, Like the ruins of an empire, like the ruins of a world. Then upon the brooding silence, deeper than a Sabbath calm, [psalm Rose the tuneful voice of Nature in her wonted evening From the wind-stirr'd leaves above us, from the rippling brook below, From the sweet Eolian breezes breaking on the mountain's brow, [caves, From the ocean's shelly margin, from the replicating All responsive to the thunders or the lispings of the waves. Lull'd to ease, but not to slumber, giving thought its wildest rein, [of men, Turn'd we from the scenes of nature to the busy haunts To the city darkly sleeping in the bosom of the bay, To the scenes that shrink affrighted from the open eye day ; of [seers, O! we craved that range of vision gifted to the ancient That our eye might freely wander down the line of future years; Or, with narrowing wish, that we might view the good and evil things [springs; That from out the murky midnight into sudden being And as thus we mutely ponder'd, thus invoked prophetic power, Straight before our startled fancy stood the Spirit of the hour Mercy-eyed and angel-pinion'd, light and lithe in form and limb, Jewel-crown'd and glory-haloed, like the holy cherubim. |