And first, it's semblance to begin,

I tell thee frank and free,

There's nought on earth can make me sing,
Save Wine, Sweetheart! and thee!

Then pledge the cup to me, Sweetheart!
Oh! pledge the cup to me!

And I will shew thee ere we part,
How Wine resembles thee.

This bottle's ruby as thy cheek,

And sparkling as thine eye;

And, like thy fond heart, should it break,
Then all my comforts fly:

And when it's blissful tide I sip,

That tide of Love and Wit,

Methinks it is thine own sweet lip,

Which mine's so loath to quit.

Then pledge the cup to me, Sweetheart!

Oh! pledge the cup to me!

And I will shew thee, ere we part,
How Wine resembles thee.

A sadder semblance is behind!

Ah! Sweetheart! thou wilt die ! And so the bottle's tide, we find,

Ebbs low, which flow'd so high.

Then,

-as I'll do when I lose thee,My grief and care to smother,

I'll bless it's memory, and flee

For comfort to another!

Then pledge the cup to me, Sweetheart!

Oh! pledge the cup to me!

And let's drink deeply, ere we part,

Since Wine resembles thee.

"NEW EUROPEAN MAGAZINE." 1823.

STANZAS.

SUNS will set, and moons will wane,

Yet they rise and wax again;

Trees, that Winter's storms subdue,

Their leafy livery renew;

Ebb and flow is Ocean's lot;

But Man lies down and rises not:
Heaven and Earth shall pass away,
Ere shall wake his slumbering clay !

Vessels but to havens steer;
Paths denote a resting near;
Rivers flow into the main;
Ice-falls rest upon the plain;
The final end of all is known;
Man to darkness goes alone :
Cloud, and doubt, and mystery,
Hide his future destiny.

Nile, whose waves their boundaries burst,

Slakes the torrid desert's thirst;

Dew, descending on the hills,

Life in Nature's veins instils;

Showers, that on the parch'd meads fall,
Their faded loveliness recall;

Man alone sheds tears of pain,

Weeps, but ever weeps in vain!

"FORGET ME NOT." 1826.

THOUGHTS.

I SAW a Glow-worm on a grave,
But it's cold light could not scare
Baser worms, who came to crave

A share in the banquet there.

And I thought of Fame, can it lighten the gloom, Or warm the chilliness of the tomb?

I gazed on Saturn's beautiful ring,
I gazed and I marvell'd much;
Shining a lovely but separate thing,

Round the orb that it did not touch.

And I thought of Hope, that shines bright and high,

Never close, but ever nigh.

I saw the dew-drops gemming the flowers,
Beautiful pearls by Aurora strung;

But they vanish'd away in a few short hours,

As o'er them the Sun his full radiance flung; And I thought of Youth's generous feelings, how soon They're parch'd and dried up in Manhood's noon.

I saw a tree by a fair river's side,

Put forth many a strong and vigorous shoot, But it breathed nought but pestilence far and wide, And it poison'd the stream, that bathed it's root. And I thought of Ingratitude piercing the breast, That has nursed it to strength, and has rock'd it to rest.

I saw the leaves gliding down the brook,

Swift the brook ran, and bright the sun burn'd; The sere and the verdant, the same course they took,

And sped gaily and fast, but they never return'd. And I thought how the years of a Man pass away, Threescore and ten, and then, where are they? "FORGET ME NOT." 1827.

THE COMET.

O'ER the blue Heavens, majestic and alone,

He treads, as treads a Monarch towards his throne; Darkness her leaden sceptre lifts in vain,

Crush'd and consumed beneath his fiery wain;

And Night's swarth cheeks, pain'd by his gazing eye, Blush like Aurora's, as he passes by.

See how the countless hosts of Heaven turn pale!

The blood-red cheek of Mars begins to fail;
Bright Berenice's shining locks grow dim;
Orion changes as he looks on him;

And the stern Gorgon on his brightness rests
Her stony eyes, and lowers her snaky crests!
In breathless wonder hush'd, the starry choir
Listen, in silence, to his one bold lyre;

Save when it's lingering echoes they prolong,
And tell to distant worlds the wondrous song!
And what that song whose numbers fill the ears
With admiration of surrounding spheres?
"Honour and adoration, power and praise,
To Him who tracks the Comet's pathless ways;
Who to the Stars has their bright courses given,
And to the Sun appoints his place in Heaven;
And rears for Man a mansion more sublime,
Not built with hands, not doom'd to stoop to Time;
Whose strong foundations, unimpair'd shall stay,
When Suns, and Stars, and Worlds, and all things pass
away!"

"FRIENDSHIP'S OFFERING." 1826.