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For there harbours love, with its smiles and its tears,
'Tis that which lends life to her form's proud grace,
My heart goes with thee, dauntless man,
Freely as thou dost hie,
For them to toil, or die.
Cling, nor to part allow;
We turn,--and where art thou ?
Thou climb’st the vessel's lofty side,
Numbers are gathering there;
The merchant in his care :
Spirits which lightly rove,
And thou-the child of love.
A savage shore receives thy tread;
Companion thou hast none;
Yet still thou journeyest on;
Piercing the mountain glen,
The hanints of lonely men.
Strange is thy foreign speech;
At marvels thou dost teach.
Thy strength alone is in thy words ;
Yet armies could not bow
So readily as thou.
But oh! thy heart, thou home-sick man,
With saddest thoughts runs o'er,
Silently at thy door.
A stone beneath the tree,
These are enough for thee.
THE QUIET MIND.
My hopes are few and staid ;
The last request is made :
To fate I live resigned :
And that's a quiet mind.
I wish not it was mine to wear
Flushed honour's sunny crown:
She frowns, and let her frown:
Which others love to find :
A poor and quiet mind.
The trumpet's taunt in battle-field,
The great man's pedigree-
And what are they to me?
Rave like a mighty wind,
A still and quiet mind ?
I mourn not that my lot is low,
I wish no higher state ;
Nor tease her to be great :
What all at last shall find,
And that's a quiet mind.
I see the great pass heedless by,
And pride above me tower; It costs me not a single sigh
For either wealth or power :
Of quite as great a kind,
A calm and quiet mind.
I never mock'd at beauty's shrine,
To stain her lips with lies ;
To win love's richest prize :
What all will wish to find,
A glad and quiet mind.
And come what will of care or woe,
As some must come to all,
Nor mourn that they befall :
They're comforts in their kind, And I am blest, if with me still
Remains a quiet mind.
When friends depart, as part they must,
And love's true joy decay,
The whirlwind puffs away :
Tho' left the last behind,
If I've a quiet mind.
Still margined with gold are the clouds of the west,
The last steps of day on the mountains are seen; Haste, haste ye away, to the isles of the blest,
Let darkness unmingled envelope the scene !
But points out a laugh to a world of scorn ;
But bitter and taunting the looks of the morn.
Come, daughter of night, gloomy darkness come forth!
Why tarry so long in the place of thy sleep? Dost thou dwell in the cold icy halls of the north,
Or slumber the day in the caves of the deep ?
Deep muffle the moon in the garments of night,
Roll back from the welkin the stars' twinkling sheen ; By fits, from thy clouds, send the red meteor's light,
And let thy dread visage be awfully seen.
Sweet, sweet is thy brow, to a soul wed with grief !
The broad, idle gaze of the world in vain Seeks for mirth in my face :-I ask not relief,
Burst, my heart, when thou wilt, but never complain.
As watches the wand'rer for way-pointing fires,
As the maid for her love by the moon's dewy light, As the sailor looks out for the land of his sires,
So wait I the slow-coming footsteps of night.
The notes of thy minstrel, the grave-watching owl,
The voice of the wind through the sad piny grove, The roar of the torrent, the waves' distant growl,
When shrouded in gloom, make the music I love.
Oh, when wilt thou take me, dark night, to thy place,
Where the sleep-frighting footsteps of day never treail, Where no cold eye of pride scowls on misery's face,
Where death makes the weary and friendless a bed ?
THE JUDGMENT OE IDUMEA.
COME near, ye nations ! Around me gather
Oh, wail for Idumea, cast forth unforgiven!
"Tis the day of the Lord ;-prepare thee ! prepare thee!
It is past, it is over! The earth's in amazement;
The beauty of Edom no age shall restore it,