And what's like Popular Renown,
When the destroyer it doth crown?
The honey which the wild bee's power
Wrings from the bosom of the flower;
The harmless drones no honey bring,
They win the sweets who wear the sting.

And what is like Ambition's flight?
The eagle on his airy height;

On whose broad wings the sunbeam plays,
Though from the world they hide his rays,
Drinking the dew before it falls,

For which the parch'd Earth vainly calls.

"MONTHLY MAGAZINE."

THE RETURN OF THE GOLDEN AGE.

Imitated from the French of the PRESIDENT HENAUT.

WHEREFORE regret those happy days,

When Love was Lord the wide world o'er?
Our hearts from Time's dull tomb can raise

Those days, and all their bliss restore :
Let us love, let us love, and again behold
The happy times of the Age of Gold.

The flowers still flourish in our fields,
As beautiful as then they were:
The rose the same sweet odour yields;
The birds the same bright plumage bear:
Let us love, let us love, and again behold
The happy times of the Age of Gold.

Still in the Spring the nightingale

Sings in the flower-enamell'd meads;
And still the brooks, Love's same sweet tale,
Whisper amidst the answering reeds.

Let us love, let us love, and again behold
The happy times of the Age of Gold.

Still Zephyr breathes, and still doth he
For Flora feel unchanging love;
And still doth the enamour'd bee

Amongst the fair young lilies rove:

Let us love, let us love, and again behold
The happy times of the Age of Gold.

"MONTHLY MAGAZINE.”

QUESTIONS ANSWERED.

OH! what is Pleasure, in whose chase,
Life's one brief day is made a race,
Of levity and lightness?

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A Star, to gaze on whose bright crown,
We wait until the Sun goes down,

And find, when it has o'er us shone,

No warmth in all it's brightness.

And what is Friendship? but that flower, Which spreads it's leaves at daylight's hour, And closes them at eve;

Opening it's petals to the light,

Sweet breathing, while the Sun shines bright,
But closed to those who 'midst the night
Of doubt and darkness grieve?

And what is Fame? The smile that slays,
The cup in which sweet poison plays,

At best, the flowery wreath

That's twined around the victim's head, When, 'midst sweet flowers around it spread, And harps' and timbrels' sound, 'tis led Melodiously to death.

And what are Hopes? Gay butterflies,
That on the breath of Fancy rise,

Where'er the sun-beam lures them;

For ever, ever on the wing,

Mocking our faint steps following,
And if at last caught, perishing

In the grasp that secures them.

And our Affections, what are they?
Oh! blossoms smiling on the spray,

All beauty, and all sweetness,
But which the canker may lay bare,
Or rude hands from the branches tear,
Or blighting winds leave withering there,
Sad types of mortal fleetness.

And what is Life itself? A sail,
With sometimes an auspicious gale,

With some bright beams surrounded;

But oftener amidst tempests cast,
The lowering sky, the howling blast,

And 'whelm'd beneath the wave at last,

Where never plummet sounded.

"MONTHLY MAGAZINE."

TIME'S CHANGES.

THERE was a Child, a helpless Child,
Full of vain fears and fancies wild,
That often wept, and sometimes smiled,
Upon it's Mother's breast;

Feebly it's meanings stammer'd out,

And totter'd tremblingly about,

And knew no wider world without

It's little home of rest.

There was a Boy, a light-heart Boy, One whom no troubles could annoy, Save some lost sport, or shatter'd toy, Forgotten in an hour;

No dark remembrance troubled him, No future fear his path could dim, But joy before his eyes would swim, And hope rise like a tower.

There was a Youth, an ardent Youth, Full of high promise, courage, truth, He felt no scathe, he knew no ruth,

Save Love's sweet wounds alone; He thought but of two soft blue eyes, He sought no gain but Beauty's prize, And sweeter held Love's saddest sighs, Than Music's softest tone.

There was a Man, a wary Man,
Whose bosom nursed full many a plan
For making life's contracted span
A path of gain and gold;
And how to sow, and how to reap,
And how to swell his shining heap,
And how the wealth acquired, to keep
Secure within it's fold.

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