IV.

Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth.Ecclesiastes, Chapter 12, v. 1.

Remember Him, for He is great,

And winds and waves obey his will:
The surges, awed by Him, abate,
And tempests at his voice are still.

Remember Him, for He is wise,

To mark our actions every day;
To know what thoughts within us rise,
And notice every word we say.

Remember Him, for He is good,
He sent his Son to die for Sin;
And the rich ocean of his blood,

Can cleanse and purify within.

Remember Him, for He is kind,

And will not frown the poor away;
He heals the rich, restores the blind,
And listens when the humblest pray.

Remember Him, before the days

Of evil come, and joy is dim;
While Time is yours, repeat his praise,
While Life remains, remember Him!

EPITAPHS.

I.

A Saint, a Wife, a Mother slumbers here,

To Heaven, to Husband, and to Children dear;

But Heaven, to which her chiefest thoughts were prone,
Too early claim'd, and made her all it's own.

Three infant pledges of pure love she left,
Unconscious they of how much good bereft;

Their tears may well be spared, they need not fall,
There's one whose heart hoards grief enough for all;
Who, but for them, as he bends o'er this stone,
Would long to make her peaceful grave his own.

II.

Good night! Good night, sweet Spirit! thou hast east Thy bonds of clay away from thee at last;

Broken the earthly fetters, which alone

Held thee at distance from thy Maker's Throne;

But Oh! those fetters to th' immortal mind,

Were links of love to those thou'st left behind.
For thee we mourn not; as th' Apostle prest
His dungeon pillow, till the Angel-guest

Drew nigh, and when the light that round him shone,
Beam'd on the prisoner, his bonds were gone:

So wert thou subject to disease and pain;

Till Death, the brightest of th' angelic train,
Pour'd Heaven's own radiance, by divine decree,
Around thy suffering Soul, and it was free!

SONNET.

On reading the Remains of the late HENRY KIRKE WHITE.

Yes, all is o'er! the pangs which Nature felt,
Have thus subsided into dread repose;

The feelings Genius only gives, and knows,
Nor soothe, nor sadden now; nor fire, nor melt;
How sadly and how soon Death's weltering wave

Closed o'er his honour'd head. Too lovely Rose, Why in such open brilliancy disclose Those buds condemn'd such cruel blight to brave? Was Genius', Virtue's, Learning's power too small To snatch their votary from the silent grave? Ah me! we toil through life, until the call Of Death arrests us, impotent to save; The great, the good, the wise around us fall, While Vice and Folly live, proud arbiters of all.

FRIENDSHIP.

From the French.

"FRIENDSHIP! to thee I raise my voice,

Love cannot equal thee;

Thou art the object of my choice,

Oh! come and comfort me!
Thou, like the roseate break of day,

Shinest, but dost not burn;

Peace dwells with thee, and 'neath thy sway,

True happiness we learn."

'Twas thus, when fifteen Springs their braids

Had woven, Laura spake;

The gentle error of fair maids,

When their first vows they make.

Unto her Idol then she raised

A Temple, rich and rare;

And, night and day, bright cressets blazed, And odours rich burn'd there.

Only his features to express

A Statue was required;

Had the Arts reach'd such perfectness,

T' achieve the work desired.

A master-piece of Art to choose,

To Phidias quick she went;

All grandeur's forms, and beauty's hues,
Must in that form be blent.

The Artist Friendship's statue shew'd:
How unlike what she sought!
Simple, severe, of antique mode,
With no soft graces fraught.
"This is not he!" she cried, “I spurn
Your false and peevish art;
Would you from a true model learn,
Behold him in my heart!

"There, stretch'd upon a bed of down,
Slumbers a lovely child;

Behold the master whom I own,

And serve!" she said, and smiled: "Ah!" said the Artist, " Beauty must That tyrant's vassal prove;

You come to me for Friendship's bust,
And bid me copy Love!"

LOVE AND BEAUTY.

A Fragment.

OH Love! triumphant Love! thy throne is built Where tempests cannot shake it, or rude force Tear

up

it's strong foundations. In the heart Thy dwelling is, and there thy potent spell

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