In fashion's mazes wind, Where trilleth folly's song, Leaving a sting behind; A golden harp to buy, Such as the white-robed choir attune Lost lost! lost! I feel all search is vain; I offer no reward, For till these heart-strings sever, But when the sea and land Like burning scroll have fled, Who judgeth quick and dead; That man can ne'er repair, The dread inquiry meets my soul, THE WRECK. 171 THE WRECK. MRS. HEMANS. ALL night the booming minute gun Had vailed her topsails to the sand, And bowed her noble mast. The queenly ship! brave hearts had striven, And true ones died with her! We saw her mighty cable riven Like floating gossamer. We saw her proud flag struck that morn, Her anchor gone, her deck uptorn We saw her treasures cast away; And gold was strewn the wet sands o'er, Like ashes by a breeze; And gorgeous robes - but O, that shore Had sadder things than these. 172 THE WRECK. We saw the strong man still and low, A crushed reed thrown aside; And near him on the sea-weed lay — For her pale arms a babe had pressed Billows had dashed o'er that fond breast, Yet not undone the clasp: Her very tresses had been flung To wrap the fair child's form, Where still their wet, long streamers hung, And beautiful, midst that wild scene, Gleamed up the boy's dead face, In melancholy grace. Deep in her bosom lay his head, O human love, whose yearning heart, So stamps upon the mortal part MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN. 173 Surely thou hast another lot. There is some home for thee, Where thou shalt rest, remembering not The moaning of the sea. MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN. BURNS. WHEN Chill November's surly blast I spied a man, whose aged step His face was furrowed o'er with years, 66 Young stranger, whither wanderest thou?” "Does thirst of wealth thy steps constrain, Or haply, pressed with cares and woes, To wander forth with me to mourn The miseries of man. “The sun that overhangs yon moors, Out-spreading far and wide, Where hundreds labor to support A haughty lordling's pride 174 MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN. I've seen yon weary winter's sun “O man! while in thy early years Which tenfold force gives nature's law, 66 Look not alone on youthful prime, Or manhood's active might; Man then is useful to his kind, Supported in his right; But see him on the edge of life, With cares and sorrows worn; Then age and want — O, ill-matched pair- "A few seem favorites of Fate, Are likewise truly blest. But O, what crowds in every land Through weary life this lesson learn, |