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But launched, and for the voyage of life ill An Egotistical Poem.

stored, Part V.

To us no veteran pilot comes on board : . If eccentricity's a mark

We rush mid waves that threaten to overOf genius, I had not a spark,

whelm But a huge flame; for naught did I,

" Youth at the prow, and Folly at the helm.” Like other people, willingly.

Pleased with ourselves and all around,
Strange whims had I, and uncouth ways, Then cheerily we forward bound
And hid me from the vulgar gaze

To join the gay and careless throng, , . . In favourite corners, where I took

Ourselves scarce men and men among. Some musty, old, black-letter book.

Like the wild deer, with eager sight, The subject 'twas no matter what,

Gazing from some bold rocky height So other people read it not:

O'er wood aud lake and meadow green, It seemed to me like something won

A glorious and enchanting scene, Froin the dark flood of ages gone;

We spuff the gale, and cry with glee, And, with a strange vivacity,

“ 'Tis Eden all! and all for me!” I chuckled in my privacy,

By gales of joyous hope impellid, Like one who, in Golconda's mine,

My outspread sail expanding swell'd, Beholds the precious diamond shine, Bounded my bark, and onward we When, on his eye, its “ watery” light

Glided along right merrily ; First throws a ray serenely bright.

Nor Year had I of calm or storm, The ship, while building in the dock,

My heart was light, my passions warm. Stands quiet as the marble rock.

“ Hola! hola!” the gray beards cried; Unknown her future destiny,

“ Beware, beware the changing tide! The busy artists round her ply;

Feigned friendship's vortex, whirling round The howling tempest passes o'er;

(Smooth at the brink) a gulf profound ! Tranquil she lies upon the shore.

The rocks of pleasure, green and gay,
Near her the roaring waves increase;

With flowers fresh blooming every day,
The unconscious timber rests in peace. Yet fatal to the mariner,
Alike to her the calm or storm

Lie in the track you onward steer;
While tiine rolls on., At length her form And more, Calypso's syren isle
Complete, behold the vessel stand

Mid perfumed clouds will seem to smile, A frowning castle on the strand!

And lure theė -"-" Hold ! no more!" I And o'er her wooden ramparts high,

cried; Britannia's ensigns proudly fly;

“ I fear por rocks nor ebbing tide! While thousauds in suspense around

Crazed barks may keep the shore; for me Mute listen for the axe's'sound.

My vessel's trim, and fit for sea. “ All's clear!” they shout. She seems to | Then seaward ! seaward! hoist the sail! hesitate

And away we fly with a prosperous gale. Amoment at the crisis of her fate. . In beauty the green billows heave on high The next, moves onward sullenly and slow, Around my well-trimmed bark; and I Alone in majesty; and then, as though In triumph behold how they foam and flash, She were some sea-god just aroused from As merrily onward we boldly dash.

'Tis morning now, so we'll sail away, Headlong she fies, and plunges in the deep. And keep near shore at close of day.” The waves embrace her with a welcome roar, Ah! who hath lived that can look back As a lost friend recovered from the shore: | Upon his youth's erratic track, A thing of life she floats, as though a soul Nor heave a sigh, remembering Sprang forth within her, and she spurned Some counsellor, like Israel's king, controul.

Who kindly warned, who mildly cheered, Thenceforth the care and dwelling of the And “wisdom's house" a beacon reared? brave,

Oh! lives there one who boldly dare She rides triumphant o'er the subject wave. Look back, and with himself compare So, in our early youth, do we

His former self, when he began Rest in ill-prized security;

To claim the doubtful title---man;

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When the blithe heart was gay and free, In all its pow'r of imagery, too fajut
And fluttered first at liberty;

My thoughts of thy pure excellence to paint !
Unknown the crooked paths which lead But in this breast vibrates a chord, a spell
To hateful thought, to hateful deed;

of deep intensity, that best can tell Recal his feelings in those days of bliss, My gratitude. Lov'd monitress, believe And“ look upon that picture, and on this ?” | I wish thee all thy heart can wish, and grieve No. Israel's elders mixt among

| To speak--Farewell! Still shall affection turn, The thoughtless and tumultuous throng, In future years, to those bright hues that Mid trumpets' clang aud cymbals' sound, . burn Shouting and singing all around,

On Mem'ry's page, and, 'mid their lustre, Of former days remembrance kept,

find “ The second temple saw, and wept*.” Thy form, as some fair jewel, lastingly en


E. . C.. TO A LADY.

Aug. 15, 1825.
Never while such sweet fascination lies

In those pure orbs, those soul-illumin'd eyes,
Or the fair founts of lofty feeling throw

By J. M. Lacey. O'er that bright countenance the beaming | Oh! cease thy weeping, beauteous maid! glow

Nor thus give way to sorrow; Of hallow'd sensibility, can fade

Refuse not friendship's soothing aid; The deep and priz'd impression thou hast Joy may be thine to-morrow.

made On one who dwells entranc'd upon the tide

Peace o'er thy mind, with gentle sway, of reminiscences to thee allied.

May spread the balm of pleasure; Oh, no! 'twill long be Mem'ry's joy to

The blooming buds of hope's bright day trace

Shall then be thy fair treasure.
Jn vigils lone thy worth, thy finish'd grace, Like the mild spring. Bow'r of the vale.
Thy winning loveliness, and taste refin'd;

When round it storms are flying, Thy brilliant converse, and thy cultur'd Bent to the earth, with petals pale, mind:

It sinks, aud seems just dying.
Then turn, by wizard fancy woo's, to hear
Thy thrilling voice, as soft, as musically But let the Sun put forth bis beam,

And, lo! the humble flower
As the rich murm'rings of that mystic lyre || Rears its wet head to hail the gleam,
Whose tones the breezes 'waken and inspire. And smiles amid the shower!
How dear the task in flowing verse to

For thee a votive lay, and o'er it breathe
The magic spells of soothing poesy !

Fair Rosa, when on me you smil'd,
Yet dearer far, in fix'd esteem, to be

And caught me in your artful trap, Thy chosen honour'd friend. Oh! envied || All thought me then most bless'd, and styl'd they

Your love a feather in my cap. Who claim thy kindred while they own thy | And now that all those smiles so bright sway !

Have fled before Woe's stormy weather, Who hear thee, meet thee, watch thee with Alas! I find my friends were right, • the eye

Your love indeed was but a feather! of calm reflecting love, and, pleas'd, descry Each day some new, some captivating charm i

HUMAN JOYS AND HUMAN Of generous sentiment or impulse warm !

WOES. What happiness to contemplate that brow So nobly form'd, and feel the spirit bow As pebbles on the beach appear Before thee in mute homage! thus to meet Beveath the waters bright and clear; Thy looks of dazzling eloquence, and greet But taken thence, and dried, they lose The 'witching smile-unutterably sweet Their polish'd and transparent hues : That plays upon thy lip, as sun-light beams So human joys in youth receive Upon the damask rose! Oh! language seems, Those charms which youth alone can give;

But when that ardent time is o'er, • Ezra iii.

Their brightest tints are scen no more.

As summer clouds, that lightly pass

The simple thought, the simple vowIn shadows o'er the sunny grass,

The mind, alas! man cannot cherish! And quickly vanish, having made

This world of beauty soon will seem Nought but a momentary shade:

A place of rest no more, So human woes, when hearts are gay,

And shadows of a distant dream Glide imperceptibly away,

The fond beliefs of yore; And having done their worst, we find

Soon will the hope which flies before They scarcely leave a trace behind.

Drop from its height all motionless,

Nor like the dove, its mission o'er,

Return the wanderer's sight to bless. Written after heuring a well-meaning but most incongruous Lecture directed to a very young Child.

THE VIGILS OF THE HEART. Ah! sadden not the golden time,

When on the eve of some blest morrow The short, the rainbow hour,

The young soul joys in waking dreams, Between the birth of man and crime!

When not a cloud of care or sorrow Ah! breathe not on the flower!

Obstructs or darkens Fancy's beams: Let not the blighting tempest lower To scathe its sweetness of the spring;

When o'er the couch of sickness bending,

We watch each change with anxious eye; A little while no human power

When ev'ry sigh that lov'd one's sending Can save from stain and withering.

Our bosoms echo tenderly:
Does it not grieve the feeling mind,
To hear within the cage

When restless on our ruffled pillow,
The songster of the woods confined,

We think of sume lost friend most dear; Descant in woe or rage?

When mem'ry, like a heaving billow, E'en such it is to cramp the age

But marks the deepness of despair: Which should be buoyant, frank, and free, || Oh! these are hours the soul is waking, Aud quell, preposterously sage,

Uomindful of its grosser part, The only hearts can bound with glee.

Ansi heedless, though the body's breaking; When heaven above is smiling bright,

These are- the vigils of the heart.
And earth is laughing gay,
What-cinto darkness turn the light,
And call it good ?-Away!

Teach the pure lip betimes to pray;

Can the morning shed a cheerful light But blanch it not with word of fear;

If its beams in a mist are shrouded ? Nor the blest child who sees but day

Or the eye of beauty e'er look bright Be told, that night is scowling near.

When the brow with sorrow is clouded ? A few brief years the brand of woe

Can the rose unfold its lovely bloom Will scar that iv'ry brow,

While the blast of winter blows o'er it? And faded too the sunny glow

Or the cheek look fresh, if the with’ring gluom That soft cheek weareth now;

Of adversity gathers before it? And as the leaves desert the bough,

E. T. D. So year by year will quickly perish

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