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That I no more may pine,
Sin's martyr, though not meet to claim

Thy cross, a saint of Thine
Oxford. N'ovetriber i8, iSj2.



ZEAL AND LOVE,

And would'st thou reach, rash scholar mine,

Loves high unruffled state.?
Awake ! thy easy dreams resign,

First learn thee how to hate : —



PERSECUTION. 35

Hatred of sin, and Zeal, and Fear,

Lead up the Holy Hill ;
Track them, till Charity appear

A self-denial still.

Dim is the philosophic flame,

By thoughts severe unfed :
Book-lore ne'er served, when trial came,

Nor gifts, when faith was dead.

Oxford. NovenibLT 20, 18 J2.



PERSECUTION.

"And the woman fled into the wilderness.'

Say, who is he in deserts seen.

Or at the twilight hour }
Of garb austere, and dauntless mien,
Measured in speech, in purpose keen,
Calm as in Heaven he had been.

Yet blithe when perils low^er.

My Holy Mother made reply,

' ' Dear child, it is my Priest.
The world has cast me forth, and I



S6 ZEAL AND PURITY.

Dwell with wild earth and gusty sky ;
He bears to men my mandates high,
And works my sage behest.

" Another day, dear child, and thou

Shalt join his sacred band.
Ah ! well I deem, thou shrinkest now
From urgent rule, and severing vow ;
Gay hopes flit round, and light thy brow :

Time hath a taming hand ! '"'

Oxford. November 22^ iS J2.



ZEAL AND PURITY.

Come with me, and see my zeal for the Lord."

Thou to wax fierce

In the cause of the Lord,
To threat and to pierce

With the heavenly sword !
Anger and Zeal,

And the Joy of the brave,
Who bade iha to feel,

Sin's slave.



THE GIFT OF PERSEVERANCE. Z7

The Altar's pure flame

Consumes as it soars :
Faith meetly may blame,

For it serves and adores.
Thou warnest and smitest !

Yet Christ must atone
For a soul that thou slightest —

Thine own.

Oxford. November 2j, 1832.



THE GIFT OF PERSEVERANCE.

Once, as I brooded o'er my guilty stale,
A fever seized me, duties to devise,
To buy me interest in my Saviour's eyes :

Not that His love. I would extenuate.

But scourge and penance, masterful self-hate,
Or gift of cost, served by an artifice

To quell my restless thoughts and envious
sighs,

And doubts, which fain heaven's peace would
antedate.



38 THE SIGN OF THE CROSS.

Thus as I tossed, He said : — " E'en holiest

deeds
Shroud not the soul from God, nor soothe

its needs ;
Deny thee thine own fears, and wait the end ! "'
Stern lesson ! Let me con it day by day,
And learn to kneel before the Omniscient

Ray,
Nor shrink, when Truth's avenging shafts de-
scend !

Oxford. November 2j, 18 J2.



THE SIGN OF THE CROSS.

Whene'er across this sinfuL flesh of mine

I draw the Holy Sign,
All good thoughts stir within me and renew

Their slumbering strength divine ;
Till there springs up a courage high and
true

To suffer and to do.



BONDAGE. 39

And who shall say, but hateful spirits round,

For their brief hour unbound.
Shudder to see, and wail their overthrow ?

While on far heathen ground
Some lonely Saint hails the fresh odor, though

Its source he cannot know.

Oxford. Xoi'ember 2J, i8j2.



BONDAGE.



PROPHET, tell me not of peace,
Or Christ's all-loving deeds ;

Death only can from sin release.
And death to judgment leads.

Thou from thy birth hast set thy face
Towards thy Redeemer Lord ;

To terid and deck His holy place.
And note His secret word.

1 ne'er shall reach Heaven's glorious path ;

Yet haply tears may stay
The purpose of His instant wrath.
And slake the fiery day.



40 THE SCARS OF SIN.

Then plead for one who cannot pray,

Whose faith is but despair,
Who hates his heart, nor puts away
The sin that rankles there.
Iffley. Novejiiber 28, 18 j2.



THE SCARS OF SIN.

]\Iy smile is bright, my glance is free,

My voice is calm and clear ;
Dear friend, I seem a type to thee

Of holy love and fear.

But I am scann'd by eyes unseen,
And these no saint surround ;

They mete what is by what has been.
And joy the lost is found.

Erst my good Angel shrank to see
My thoughts and ways of ill;

And now he scarce dare gaze on me,
Scar-seam'd and crippled still.

Iffley. November sg, j8j2.



ANGELIC GUIDANCE. 41



ANGELIC GUIDANCE.

Are these the tracks of some unearthly

Friend,
His foot prints, and his vesture-skirts of Hght,
Who, as I talk with men, conforms aright
Their sympathetic words, or deeds that blend
With my hid thought ; — or stoops him to

attend
My doubtful-pleading grief; — or blunts the

might
Of ill I see not ; — or in dreams of night
Figures the scope, in which what is will end ?
Were I Christ's own, then fidy might I call
That vision real ; for to the thoughtful mind
That walks with Him, He half unveils His

face ;
But, when on earth-stain'd souls such tokens

fall,
These dare not claim as theirs what there they

find,
Yet, not all hopeless, eye His boundless grace.

Whitchurch. December j, 1832.



42 SUBSTANCE AND SHADOW.



SUBSTANCE AND SHADOW.

They do but grope in learning's pedant round,
Who on the fantasies of sense bestow
An idol substance, bidding us bow low-
Before those shades of being which are found,
Stirring or still, on man's brief trial-ground ;
As if such shapes and moods, which come and

go,
Had aught of Truth or Life in their poor

show,
To sway or judge, and skill to sane or

wound.
Son of immortal seed, high-destined Man !
Know thy dread gift, — a creature, yet a cause :
Each mind is its own centre, and it draws
Home to itself, and moulds in its thought's

span
All outward things, the vassals of its will,
Aided by Heaven, by earth unthwarted still.

Fahnouth. December 7, 1832.



WANDERINGS. 43



WANDERINGS.

Ere yet I left home's youthful shrine,
My heart and hope were stored

Where first I caught the rays divine,
And drank the Eternal Word.

I went afar ; the world unroll'd

Her many-pictured page ;
I stored the marvels which she told,

And trusted to her gage.

Her pleasures quaff 'd, I sought awhile

The scenes I prized before ;
But parent's praise and sister's smile

Stirr'd my cold heart no more.

So ever sear, so ever cloy

Earth's favors as they fade ;
Since Adam lost for one fierce joy
His Eden's sacred shade.
Off the Lizard. December 8, 1832.



44 THE SAINT AND THE HERO.



THE SAINT AND THE HERO.

AGED Saint ! far off I heard
The praises of thy name ; —

Thy deed of power, thy prudent word,
Thy zeal's triumphant flame.

1 came and saw ; and, having seen,

Weak heart, I drew offence
From thy prompt smile, thy simple mein,
Thy lowly diligence.

The Saint's is not the Hero's praise ; —

This I have found, and learn
Nor to malign Heaven's humblest ways

Nor its least boon to spurn.

Bay of Biscay. December lo, J 8 ^2.



PRIVATE JUDGMENT. 45



PRIVATE JUDGMENT.

Poor wand'rers, ye are sore distress'd

To find that path which Christ. has bless'd,

Track'd by His saintly throng :
Each claims to trust his own weak will,
Blind idol ! — so ye languish still,

All wranglers and all wrong.

He saw of old, and met your need,
Granting you prophets of His creed,

The throes of fear to swage ;
They fenced the rich bequest He made.
And sacred hands have safe convey'd

Their charge from age to age.

Wand'rers ! come home ! obey the call !
A Mother pleads, who ne'er let fall

One grain of Holy Truth ;
Warn you and win she shall and must,
For now she lifts her from the dust.

To reign as in her youth.
Off Cape Ortegal. December ii, 1832.



46 THE WATCHMAN.

THE WATCHMAN.

{A Song,)

Faint not, and fret not, for threaten'd woe,
Watchman on Truth's grey height !

Few though the faithful, and fierce though
the foe,
Weakness is aye Heaven s might.

Infidel Ammon and niggard Tyre,

Ill-fitted pair, unite ;
Some work for love, and some work for hire,

But weakness shall be Heaven's might.

Eli's feebleness, Saul's black wrath,

May aid Ahithophel's spite ;
And prayers from Gerizim, and curses from
Gath

Our weakness shall prove Heaven's might.

Quail not, and quake not, thou Warder bold,

Be there no friend in sight ;
Turn thee to question the days of old,

When weakness was aye Heaven's might.



MEMORY. 47

Moses was one, but he stay'd the sin
Of the host, in the Presence bright ;

And EUas scorn'd the Carmel din,

When Baal would match Heaven's might.

Time's years are many, Eternity one,

And one is the Infinite ;
The chosen are few, few the deeds well done,

For scantness is still Heaven's might.

At Sea. December 12, 1832.



MEMORY.



My home is now a thousand miles away ;
Yet in my thoughts its every image fair
Rises as keen, as I still lingered there.
And, turning me, could all I loved survey.
And so, upon Death's unaverted day,
As I speed upwards, I shall on me bear.
And in no breathless whirl, the things that

were,
And duties given, and ends I did obey.



48 THE HAVEN.

And, when at length I reach the Throne of

Power,
Ah ! still unscared, I shall in fulness see
The vision of my past innumerous deeds,
My deep heart-courses and their motive seeds,
So to gaze on till the red dooming hour.
Lord, in that strait, the Judge ! remember me !
Off Cape Trafalgar. December z^, i8j2.



THE HAVEN.

Whence is this awe, by stillness spread

O'er the world-fretted soul ?
Wave reared on wave its godless head,
While my keen bark, by breezes sped,
Dash'd fiercely through the ocean bed,

And chafed toward its goal.

But now there reigns so deep a rest,

That I could almost weep.
Sinner ! thou hast in this rare guest
Of Adam's peace a figure blest ;
'Tis Eden seen, though not possess'd,

Which cherub-flames still keep.
Gibraltar. December i6, i8j2.



A WORD IN SEASON. 49



A WORD IN SEASON.

O Lord ! when sin's close-marshall'd line
Assails Thy witness on his way,

How should he raise Thy glorious sign,
And how Thy will display ?

Thy holy Paul, with soul of flame,
Rose on Mars' hill, a soldier lone ;

Shall I thus speak th' Atoning Name,
Though with a heart of stone ?

" Not so," He said : " hush thee, and seek,
With thoughts in prayer and watchful eyes,

My seasons sent for thee to speak,
And use them as they rise. ''

Gibraltar. December ly , 1832.

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FAIR WORDS.



FAIR WORDS.

Thy words are good, and freely given,
As though thou felt them true ;

Friend, think thee well, to hell or heaven
A serious heart is due.



It pains thee sore, man's will should swerve

In his true path divine ;
And yet thou ventur'st nought to serve
Thy neighbor s weal nor thine.

Beware ! such words may once be said,
Where shame and fear unite ;

But, spoken twice, they mark instead
A sin against the light.

Gibraltar. December 17, 1832,



MOSES.



. MOSES.

Moses, the patriot fierce, became

The meekest man on earth,
To show us how love's quickening flame

Can give our souls new birth.

Moses, the man of meekest heart,

Lost Canaan by self-will.
To show, where Grace has done its part,

How sin defiles us still.

Thou, who hast taught me in Thy fear,

Yet seest me frail at best,
O grant me loss with Moses here,

To gain his future rest !

At Sea. Decernber ig, 1832.



52 THE PATIENT CHURCH.



THE PATIENT CHURCH.

Bide thou thy time !
Watch with meek eyes the race of pride and

crime,
Sit in the gate, and be the heathen's jest,

SmiUng and self-possest
O thou to whom is pledged a victor's sway,

Bide thou the victor's day !

Think on the sin '
That reap'd the unripe seed, and toil'd to win
Foul history-marks at Bethel and at Dan.

No blessing, but a ban ;
Whilst the wise Shepherd - hid his heaven-
told fate.

Nor reck'd a tyrant's hate.

Such loss is gain ;
Wait the bright Advent that shall loose Thy
chain I

^ Jeroboam. 2 David.



JEREMIAH. 53

E'en now the shadows break, and gleams di-
vine

Edge the dim distant Hne.
When thrones are trembhng, and earth's fat
ones quail,

True Seed ! thou shalt prevail !

Off Algiers. December 20, i8j2.



JEREMIAH.

" O that I had in the wilderness a lodging-place of
wayfaring men ; that I might leave my people, and
go from them ! "

" Woe's me !" the peaceful prophet cried,

" Spare me this troubled life ;
To stem man's wrath, to school his pride,

To head the sacred strife !

*' O place me in some silent vale,
Where groves and flowers abound :

Nor eyes that grudge, nor tongues that rail,
Vex the truth-haunted ground I "



54 PENANCE.

If bis meek spirit err'd, opprest

That God denied repose,
What sin is ours, to whom Heaven's rest

Is pledged, to heal earth's woes ?
Off Galita. December 22^ iSj2.



PENANCE.



Mortal ! if e'er thy spirits faint,

By grief or pain opprest,
Seek not vain hope, or sour complaint,

To cheer or ease thy breast :

But view thy bitterest pangs as sent

A shadow of that doom,
Which is the soul's just punishment

In its own guilt's true home.

Be thine own judge ; hate thy proud heart ;

And while the sad drops flow.
E'en let thy will attend the smart,

And sanctify thy woe.

Off Pant ellaria. December 2 j, iSj2.



THE COURSE OF TRUTH. 55



THE COURSE OF TRUTH.

" Him God raised up the third day, and showed
Him openly, not to all the people, but unto witnesses
chosen before of God."

When royal Truth, released from mortal

throes,
Burst His brief slumber, and triumphant rose,
111 had the Holiest sued
A patron multitude,
Or courted Tetrarch's eye, or claimed to rule
By the world's winning grace, or proofs from
learned school.

But, robing Him in viewless air, He told •
His secret to a few of meanest mould ;
They in their turn imparted
The gift of men pure-hearted,
While the brute many heard His mysteries

high,
As some strange fearful tongue, and crouch'd,
they knew not why.



56 CHRISTMAS WITHOUT CHRIST.

Still is the might of Truth, as it has been ;
Lodged in the few, obey'd, and yet unseen.
Rear'd on lone heights, and rare.
His saints their watch-flame bear,
And the mad world sees the wide-circling

blaze,
Vain searching whence it streams, and how to
quench its rays.

Malta. Decejnber 24, 1832.



CHRISTMAS WITHOUT CHRIST.

How can I keep my Christmas feast

In its due festive show,
Reft of the sight of the High Priest

From whom its glories flow ?

I hear the tuneful bells around,

The blessed towers I see ;
A stranger on a foreign ground.

They peal a fast for me.



SLEEPLESSNESS. $7

O Britons ! now so brave and high,

How will ye weep the day
When Christ in judgment passes by,

And calls the Bride away !

Your Christmas then will lose its mirth.

Your Easter lose its bloom ;
Abroad, a scene of strife and dearth ;

Within, a cheerless home !

Malta. Decejnber 2^, 18 J2.



SLEEPLESSNESS.

Unwearied God, before whose face

The night is clear as day,
Whilst we, poor worms, o'er life's scant, race

Now creep, and now delay,
We with death's foretaste alternate
Our labor's dint and sorrow's weight,
Save in that fever-troubled state

When pain or care has sway.



58 ABRAHAM.

Dread Lord ! Thy glory, watchfulness,

Is but disease in man ;
We to our cost our bounds transgress

In Thy eternal plan :
Pride grasps the powers by Thee display'd,
Yet ne'er the rebel effort made
But fell beneath the sudden shade

Of nature's withering ban.
Malta. December 26, 18 J2.



ABRAHAM.



The better portion didst thou choose, Great

Heart,
Thy God's first choice, and pledge of Gentile

grace !
Faith's truest type, he with unruffled face
Bore the world's smile, and bade her slaves

depart ;
Whether, a trader, with no trader's art,
He buys in Canaan his last resting-place, —
Or freely yields rich Siddim's ample space, ^ —
Or braves the rescue, and the battle's smart,



THE GREEK FA THERS. 59

Yet scorns the heathen gifts of those he saved.

O happy is their soul's high solitude,

Who commune thus with God, and not with

earth !
Amid the scoffings of the wealth-enslaved,
A ready prey, as though in absent mood
They calmly move, nor reck the unmanner'd

mirth.

At Sea. Decetnber ^7, 18 J2.



THE GREEK FATHERS.

Let heathen sing thy heathen praise,
Fall'n Greece ! the thought of holier days

In my sad heart abides ;
For sons of thine in Truth's first hour
Were tongues and weapons of His power,
Born of the Spirit's fiery shower,

Our fathers and our guides.

All thine is Clement's varied page ;
And Dionysius, ruler sage,



6o THE WITNESS.

In days of doubt and pain ;
And Origen with eagle eye ;
And saintly Basil's purpose high
To smite imperial heresy,

And cleanse the Altar's stain.

From thee the glorious preacher came,
With soul of zeal and and lips of flame,

A court's stern martyr-guest ;
And thine, O inexhau stive race !
Was Nazianzen's heaven-taught grace ;
And royal-hearted Athanase,

With Paul's own mantle blest.
Off Zante. December 28, 18 J2.



THE WITNESS.

How shall a child of God fulfil
His vow to cleanse his soul from ill,
And raise on high his baptism-light.
Like Aaron's seed in vestment white
And holy-hearted Nazarite .?



THE WITNESS. 6 1

First, let him shun the haunts of vice,
Sin-feast, or heathen sacrifice :
Fearing the board of wealthy pride,
Or heretic, self-trusting guide,
Or where the adulterer's smiles preside.

Next, as he threads the maze of men,
Aye must he lift his witness, when
A sin is spoke in Heaven's dread face.
And none at hand of higher grace
The Cross to carry in his place.

But if he hears and sits him still,
First, he will lose his hate of ill ;
Next, fear of sinning ; after, hate ;
Small sins his heart then desecrate ;
And last, despair persuades to great.

Off Ithaca. December 30^ iSj2.



62 THE DEATH OF MOSES.



THE DEATH OF MOSES.

My Father's hope ! my childhood s dream !

The promise from on high !
Long waited for ! its glories beam

Now when my death is nigh.

My death is come, but not decay ;

Nor eye nor mind is dim ;
The keenness of youth's vigorous day

Thrills in each nerve and limb.

Blest scene ! thrice welcome after toil —

If no deceit I view ;
O might my lips but press the soil,

And prove the vision true !

Its glorious heights, its wealthy plains,

Its many-tinted groves,
They call ! but He my steps restrains

Who chastens whom He loves.



MELCHIZEDEK. 63

Ah ! now they melt . . . they are but shades . . .

I die ! — ^yet is no rest,
O Lord ! in store, since Canaan fades

But seen, and not possest ?
Off Ithaca. December 30^ 1832.



MELCHIZEDEK.

*' Without father, without mother, without de-
scent ; having neither begmning of days, nor end of
life."

Thrice bless'd are they, who feel their loneli-
ness ;

To whom nor voice of friends nor pleasant
scene

Brings aught on which the sadden'd heart can
lean ;

Yea, the rich earth, garb'd in her daintiest
dress

Of light and joy, doth but the more oppress, .

Claiming responsive smiles and rapture high ;

Till, sick at heart, beyond the veil they fly,

Seeking His Presence, who alone can bless.



64 TRANSFIGURATION.

Such, in strange days, the weapons of Heaven's

grace ;
When, passing o'er the high-born Hebrew

line,
He moulds the vessel of His vast design ;
Fatherless, homeless, reft of age and place,
Sever'd from earth, and careless of its wreck,
Born through long woe His rare Melchizedek.

Corfu January j, i8jj.



TRANSFIGURATION.

"They glorified God m me."

I SAW thee once and nought discem'd
For stranger to admire ;

A serious aspect, but it burn'd
With no unearthly fire.

Again I saw, and I confessed

Thy speech was rare and high ;

And yet it vex'd my burden'd breast,
And scared, I knew not why.



BEHIND THE VEIL. 65

I saw once more, and awe-struck gazed

On face, and form, and air ;
God's living glory round thee blazed —

A Saint — a Saint was there ! ^^

Off Zante. January 8, 1833.



BEHIND THE VEIL.

Banish'd the House of sacred rest,

Amid a thoughtless throng,
At length I heard its creed confess'd,

And knelt the saints among.

Artless his strain and unadorn'd,
Who spoke Christ's message there ;

But what at home I might have scom'd,
Now charm'd my famish' d ear.

Lord, grant me this abiding grace,

Thy Word and sons to know ;
To pierce the veil on Moses' face,

Although his speech be slow.

At Sea. January 9, -18 jj.

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66 JUDGMENT.



JUDGMENT.

If e'er 1 fall beneath Th yrod,

As through life's snares I go,
Save me from David's lot, O God !

And choose Thyself the woe.

How should I face Thy plagues } which scare,

And haunt, and stun, until
The heart or sinks in mute despair.

Or names a random ill.



If else . . . then guide in David's path.
Who chose the holier pain ;
Satan and man are tools of wrath,
An Angel's scourge is gain.

Off Malta. January lo, J8jj,



SENSITIVENESS, 67



SENSITIVENESS.



Time was, I shrank from what was right

From fear of what was wrong ;
I would not brave the sacred fight,



Because the foe was strong.



But now I cast that finer sense

And sorer shame aside ;
Such dread of sin was indolence,

Such aim at Heaven was pride.

So, when my Saviour calls, I rise.

And calmly do my best ;
Leaving to Him, with silent eyes

Of hope and fear, the rest.

I step, I mount where He has led ; —
Men count my baitings o'er ; —

I know them ; yet, though self I dread,
I love His precept more.

Lazaret^ Malta. January i^, 18 jj.



68 DAVID AND JONATHAN.



DAVID AND JONATHAN.



" Thy love to me was wonderful, passing the love
of women."



O HEART of fire ! misjudged by wilful man,

Thou flower of Jesse's race !
What woe was thine, when thou and Jona-
than

Last greeted face to face !
He doomed to die, thou on us to impress
The portent of a blood-stained holiness.

Yet it was well : — for so, 'mid cares of rule

And crime's encircling tide,
A spell was o'er thee, zealous one, to cool

Earth-joy and kingly pride ;
With battle-scene and pageant, prompt to

blend
The pale calm spectre of a blameless friend.



HUMILIA TION. 69

Ah ! had he Hved, before thy throne to stand,

Thy spirit keen and high
Sure it had snapp'd in twain love's slender
band,
So dear in memory ;
Paul, of his comrade reft, the warning gives, —
He lives to us who dies, he is but lost who
lives.

Lazaret^ Malta. January 16, ^8^3-



HUMILIATION.

I HAVE been honored and obey'd,
I have met scorn and slight ;

And my heart loves earth's sober shade,
More than her laughing light.

For what is rule but a sad weight

Of duty and a snare ?
What meanness, but with happier fate

The Saviour's Cross to share ?



70 THE CALL OF DAVID.

This my hid choice, if not from heaven,

Moves on the heavenward Hne ;
Cleanse it, good Lord, from earthly leaven,
And make it simply Thine.
Lazaret^ Malta. January i6, iSjj.



IS



THE CALL OF DAVID.

" And the Lord said, Arise, anoint him, for this
he."

Latest born of Jesse's race,
Wonder lights thy bashful face,
While the Prophet's gifted oil
Seals thee for a path of toil.
We, thy Angels, circling round thee.
Ne'er shall find thee as we found thee.
When thy faith first brought us near
In thy lion-fight severe.

Go ! and mid thy flocks awhile
At thy doom of greatness smile ;
Bold to bear God's heaviest load.
Dimly guessing of the road, —
Rocky road, and scarce ascended,
Though thy foot be angel-tended.



THE CALL OF DA VLD. 7 I

Twofold praise thou shalt attain.
In royal court and battle plain ;
Then comes heart-ache, care, distress.
Blighted hope, and loneliness ;
Wounds from friend and gifts from foe.
Dizzied faith, and guilt, and woe •
Loftiest aims by earth defiled,
Gleams of wisdom, sin-beguiled,
Sated power's tyrannic mood,
Counsels shared with men of blood,
Sad success, parental tears,
And a dreary gift of years.

Strange, that guileless face and form
To lavish on the scarring storm !
Yet we take thee in thy blindness,
And we buffet thee in kindness ;
Little chary of thy fame, —
Dust unborn may bless or blame, —
But we mould thee for the root
Of man's promised healing Fruit,
And we mould thee hence to rise.
As our brother, to the skies.

Lazaret, Malta. yaniiary i8, i8jj.



72 A BLIGHT.



A BLIGHT.

What time my heart unfolded its fresh leaves
In springtime gay, and scatter'd flowers

around,
A whisper warn 'd of earth's unhealthy ground,
And all that there love's light and pureness

grieves ;

Sun's ray and canker-worm,
And sudden-whelming storm ; —
But, ah ! my self-will smiled, nor reck'd the

gracious sound.

So now defilement dims life's memory-spring ;
I cannot hear an early-cherish'd strain,
But first a joy, and then it brings a pain —
Fear, and self-hate, and vain remorseful stings :
Tears lull my grief to rest,
Not without hope, this breast
May one day lose its load, and youth yet

bloom again.


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