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YE unseen spirits, whose wild melodies,
His tir❜d frame resting on the earth's cold bed,
And chaunt a dirge to his reposing shade! For he was wont to love your madrigals;
And often by the haunted stream that laves The dark sequester'd woodland's inmost caves, Would sit and listen to the dying falls,
Till the full tear would quiver in his eye,
And his big heart would heave with mournful extasy.
TO A TAPER.
"Tis midnight-On the globe dead slumber sits, And all is silence in the hour of sleep;
Save when the hollow gust, that swells by fits, In the dark wood roars fearfully and deep.
I wake alone to listen and to weep,
To watch my taper, thy pale beacon burn; And, as still Memory does her vigils keep, To think of days that never can return.`. By thy pale ray I raise my languid head,
My eye surveys the solitary gloom;
And the sad meaning tear, unmixt with dread,
Tells thou dost light me to the silent tomb. Like thee I wane ;-like thine my life's last ray Will fade in loneliness, unwept, away.
TO MY MOTHER.
AND can'st thou, Mother, for a moment think,
Or shun thee, tottering on the grave's cold brink.
YES, 'twill be over soon. This sickly dream
From this wild region of unvary'd pain.
Yon landscape smile,-yon golden harvest grow, Yon sprightly lark on mounting wing will soar
When Henry's name is heard no more below. I sigh when all my youthful friends caress,
They laugh in health, and future evils brave; Them shall a wife and smiling children bless,
While I am mouldering in my silent grave. God of the just,-Thou gavest the bitter cup; 1 bow to thy behest, and drink it up.
GENTLY, most gently, on thy victim's head,
Of death, to those good men who fall thy prey, O let the aerial music round my bed,
Dissolving sad in dying symphony,
Whisper the solemn warning in mine ear; That I may bid my weeping friends good-bye Ere 1 depart upon my journey drear: And, smiling faintly on the painful past, Compose my decent head, and breathe my last