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And bursting through the dusky shroud
And there, beneath His beam renewed,
Then, Christian, dry the falling tear,
Redeem'd at last from guilt and fear,
A SAVIOUR'S blood hath bought thy peace,
He bade the throb of terror cease,
TO HIS MOTHER.-J. Bowdler, Jun.
THOU dearest object of my earliest love,
Whom Nature's voice first taught me to adore, Ere rising Reason's mandate could approve, What heaven-taught instinct had inspired before;
O what a race my weary feet have run,
Since last thy image met my wishful eye; Then waft me hence, thou quick revolving sun, To that lov'd region of eternal joy.
For where can man in heaven's high realms beside,
Heart-soothing peace and gentle pleasure find; If senseless apathy in stoic pride,
Constrain each nobler feeling of the mind?
"Tis warm Affection's links that mildly join
Such were the hours that once in rapture flew,
Each wish prevented, and each want untried.
Yet, e'en while Freedom spread her charms around,
While laughed the morn, and every joy was
Could fancied sorrows real pleasures wound,
Fool that I was-full oft I vowed in vain,
Till headstrong Passion snatched the slackened
And chased Reflection's milder power away.
Then, when o'erwhelmed I lay with fancied woe, Thy present image cheered the darkling scene, Methinks e'en now thy gentle dictates flow,
Queen of each thought, of each affection queen
For thou art all that Heaven itself could form, The noblest soul and meekest spirit joined; Nor Fortune's dream, nor Fate's o'erwhelming
Can change th' unaltered tenor of thy mind.
O yet, while youth smiles in its earliest prime,
This ruffian soul with meekest thoughts inspire, Thoughts like thine own; e'er the rude hand of
Light every spark, and fan the rising fire.
While thus entranced I soothed each wishful care
These awful dictates charmed the sacred hour:
"Say why, my son, thus pensive and alone, "Does thy sad heart with fancied sorrows
"Think'st thou these childish sighs, this abject
"Can bid the scenes of former bliss return?
"Know, then, that years on hasty pinions fly,
"Not pleasure's poison can their force destroy; "Silent we steal through life, are born and die, "Catch fancied bliss, and taste unreal joy.
"But oh! how wretched he, whose infant heart "No mother's tender precepts e'er refined; "To him no joys can love's sweet balm impart, "Or soft affection sooth his tortured mind..
“Go then,—to Heaven thy pure devotions pay;
TO MISS B.
Then two years old.-Miss Bowdler.
SWEET blossom, opening to the beams of day!
How pleasing in thy infant mind to trace
The dawn of reason's force, of fancy's fire,
And all a parent's warmest hopes desire !
Inspired by innocence, and peace, and joy !
No airy phantoms of uncertain woe,
The blessings of the present hour allay;
Then leave the soul to real grief a prey.
Gay pleasure sparkles in thy gentle eye,
Some new delight in ev'ry scene appears-
And sends an anxious look to distant years.
While those dear smiles with tender love I view,
Should Heaven to me a lengthened date assign,
Yet not for me these ardent wishes rise,
May innocence still guard thy artless youth,
Ere vice and folly's snares thy breast alarm, While sweetness, modesty, and spotless truth,
Beam from thy soul, and brighten ev'ry charm!
May Heaven to thee its choicest gifts impart,
Beyond what wealth bestows, or pride pursues, With ev'ry virtue animate thy heart,
And raise thy efforts to the noblest views!
In transport wrapt may each fond parent see
Thro' rising years those virtues still improve, While ev'ry tender care now felt for thee,
Thy heart repays with never-ceasing love.
When pleasure smiles, and strews thy path with. flow'rs,
And youthful fancy doubles ev'ry joy, May brighter hopes attend thy gayest hours, And point to bliss which time can ne'er destroy!