LIFE. Thou art every where about me, Strength give! strength giving Demon, With soft wings around me fly, So that Life may never be So that Death, when it shall come, 63 LINES TO A DEAR FRIEND. WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM. It is not long we two may walk God grant it be not thou! thou art A soul more pure and bright. And many a heart would weep if thou should go, And many an eye grow dim to see thee low. I might be better spared; and if I must Save a few flowers-the waving grass; LINES TO A DEAR FRIEND. 65 If in thy memory's dream my form is blent, Place shall within thy holy heart And if for me a tear should start, Oh! let it fall upon my grave, And there shall spring from sod by such tears wet, Sweet modest flowers-the rose, the violet. "TRUST IN THYSELF.” Ан me! methinks no vain and idle teaching To his own offspring, this strong soul of mine. Trust in the God-like placed within thy bosom, (So speaketh conscience to my wavering heart,) Scorn with heaven's scorn whatever be not truthsome, And thou shalt know how great a one thou art. Strange is the volume, mighty and mysterious, All must read in who well would act their part; Yet God commands with will kind yet imperious, "Read ye my lessons in your God-made hearts." Year after year must onward still be flying, Black locks be thinned and turned to silver white; (C TRUST IN THYSELF.” 67 Something we all must taste of gloomsome dying, Ere we may read these souls of ours aright. And yet each day that followeth the other, Strong in the might of our own heavenly spirit, With lynx-eye searching for the good always, God! Father! grant in time we may inherit, The good reward of watchful nights and days. |