Thou, who so late wast sleeping Warm in the close fold of a mother's heart, And waste into the bright and genial air, are thrust away, The earth thrown in upon our just cold bosoms, And the warm sunshine trodden out forever! Yet have I chosen for thy grave, my child, And this seems like a comfort; and, replacing now Hope must give o'er, and busy fancy blot Undo its sweetest link and so at last The fountain— that, once struck, must flow forever Steals to her pallid lip again, and Spring FILIAL LOVE. MOTHER! dear mother! the feeling nurst 'Tis the only one that will long remain ; And as, year by year, and day by day, How the shorten'd chain brings me nearer thee! THE ANNOYER. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.-SHELLEY. LOVE knoweth every form of air, He peeps into the warrior's heart And the serried spears and the many men He'll come to his tent in the weary night, And be busy in his dream; And he'll float to his eye in morning light He hears the sound of the hunter's gun, And sighs in his ear, like a stirring leaf, And flits in his woodland track. The shade of the wood, and the sheen of the river, The cloud and the open sky He will haunt them all with his subtle quiver, Like the light of your very eye. The fisher hangs over the leaning boat, And ponders the silver sea, For love is under the surface hid, And a spell of thought has he. He blurs the print of the scholar's book, In the darkest night, and the bright daylight, In every home of human thought, Will Love be lurking nigh. PARRHASIUS. How like a mounting devil in the heart 'BRING me the captive now! My hand feels skillful, and the shadows lift From my waked spirit airily and swift, And I could paint the bow Upon the bended heavens - around me play 'Ha! bind him on his back! Look! as Prometheus in my picture here! Quick or he faints! stand with the cordial near! Now-bend him to the rack! Press down the poison'd links into his flesh! • So let him writhe! How long Will he live thus? Quick, my good pencil, now! What a fine agony works upon his brow! How fearfully he stifles that short moan! |