Yet fearfully and mournfully Thou bidd'st that earth farewell, Although thou'rt passing, loveliest one! In a brighter land to dwell. A land where all is deathless- A land that sees no parting, Oh! how like thee, thou trembler! We pant, we thirst for fountains We pine for kindred natures We strive with brief aspirings Yet summon'd to be free at last, We shrink—and clasp our chain; And fearfully and mournfully THE BOON OF MEMORY. "Many things answered me."-Manfred. I GO, I go!-and must mine image fade Must my life part from each familiar place, Will the friend pass my dwelling, and forget All the sweet counsel, the communion high, A boon, a talisman, O Memory! give, To shrine my name in hearts where I would live Bid the wind speak of me where I have dwelt, Bid the stream's voice, of all my soul hath felt, In the rich rose, whose bloom I loved so well, Set deep that thought; And let the sunset's melancholy glow, And let the spring's first whisper, faint and low, And Memory answer'd me:— "Wild wish, and vain! I have no hues the loveliest to detain In the heart's core. The place they held in bosom's all their own, Hast thou such power, O Love? And Love replied: "It is not mine! Pour out thy soul's full tide Of hope and trust, Prayer, tear, devotedness, that boon to gain'Tis but to write, with the heart's fiery rain, Wild words on dust!" Song, is the gift with thee? I ask a lay, Fill'd with a tone-oh! not for deathless fame, And Song made answer- All but divine. "It is not in me, though my gifts may be A place of lonely brightness I can give: A changeless one, where thou with Love wouldst live This is not mine!" Death, Death! wilt thou the restless wish fulfil? What if forgotten?-All thy soul would crave, Then did my heart in lone faint sadness die, But one-was given. "Earth has no heart, fond dreamer! with a tone To send thee back the spirit of thine own Seek it in heaven." DARTMOOR. A PRIZE POEM. "Come, bright Improvement! on the car of Time, AMIDST the peopled and the regal isle, |