WINTER. Is this the world that lately bloomed so bright? Where are the laughing flowers, that starred the earth, Like jewels on the garments of a bride? Where are the plumy choristers, that poured Their songs from every spray? And where the brook, That warbled wildly near our cottage door? The dewy flowers shall breathe and bloom no more; Of singing God's own praise; e'en as a lark, I Pours, ceaseless, down, till every field is wrapt With feathery tapestry more white than wool; And see! yon northern Ben, like Peter's dome, A dome of silver in a heaven of blue! So comes the Winter of our earthly years, And when the winding-sheet of mortal woe Is drawn by viewless fingers over all. But courage! courage! thou undying soul! An endless Spring, with flowers of deathless bloom, tomb! THE HOUSE OF BONDAGE. I STOOD within a dungeon grey and old; Some lines breathed nought save fretfulness and pain; Uttered the confidence of holy hope. The World, methought, is somewhat like that place, Some, crushed beneath a mountain-weight of woe, Their souls to endless liberty will soar. THE WRECK-GATHERER. LONG had the wintry tempest vexed the deep, But now the winds are resting from their toil; The weary waves have rocked themselves to sleep, And, like tired reapers, lie beside the spoil. What moveth yonder 'mid the signs of storm? Much like themselves, an aged human form. With bending frame, and ill-supported tread, Poor mortal wreck! thine emblem greets thee here, On Time's wide ocean, till some ruder wind Casts their frail wrecks on bleak misfortune's strand, Where DEATH steals on with greedy, grasping hand. THE SABBATH-BELL. 'Old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.' SCENE-Banks of an American river. Time-Sunset. Stranger and an old native conversing. Smoke of a large city rising at a short distance. STRANGER. HARK! to the deep and solemn knell, Sounding o'er forest-land and fell; O'er river and savannah vast, Where, free and fearless as the blast, "Tis louder than the vesper-hymn, Chanted by boatmen as they skim The brightly-sparkling waters, Where nature sheds her sunniest smiles 6 Over the Thousand' fairy Isles," Old ocean's fairest daughters! 'The Islands of the St Lawrence. |