Pleasure not found in the World. In search of enjoyment I wander'd in vain, With a void in my bosom that nothing could fill; For Mirth's gayest smile was succeeded by Pain, And the sweet cup of Pleasure proved bitterness still. The young days of Fancy roll'd rapidly by, And I shrank with dismay from the future's dark gloom, Where the clay-fetter'd spirit must mourn till it die, And man has no rest but the rest of the tomb. And yet I have revell'd in Hope's fairy dream, And tasted the raptures of Love's purest bliss; Delusive are both, though alluring they seem, Like vapours that gleam o'er a hidden abyss. The proud thirst of glory was mine from my birth; But what can this world to ambition display, Which grasps at the skies, but is bounded by earth A spirit of fire in a prison of clay? And now I have heard of a loftier crown, And how shall that kingdom of glory be mine? 244 LOVE OF PARENTS. Let my strength turn to weakness—my honour to shame The reproach of the cross be my earthly reward; All, all shall be welcome for one blessèd name, The lowly disciple of Jesus the Lord! DALE. Love of Parents. To honour those who gave us birth, Trace then the tender scenes of old, Survey her toil, her anxious care, DEATH OF A CHRISTIAN. Nor hold from Mem'ry's glad review When press'd by sickness, pain, or grief! God of our life, each parent guard, NOEL, Death af a Christian. CALM on the bosom of thy God, Fair spirit, rest thee now! E'en while with ours thy footsteps tròd, His seal was on thy brow. Dust, to its narrow house beneath! Soul to its place on high! They who have seen thy look in death, No more may fear to die. MRS. HEMANS. 245 Suvorafica. ANSWER me, burning Stars of night! That, past the reach of human sight, O many-toned and chainless Wind! Tell me if thou its place canʼst find, Ye Clouds that gorgeously repose Answer, have ye a home for those Whose earthly race is run? DEATH. The bright Clouds answered We vanish from the sky; 247 'We depart, Ask what is deathless in thy heart, Speak then, thou Voice of God within, And the Voice answered-"Be thou still. Enough to know is given; Clouds, Winds, and Stars their part fulfil, Thine is to trust in Heaven." MRS. HEMANS. Death. I HAVE linger'd long for my destined prey, The husband's prayers I could plainly hear, And I saw him bend o'er her form so pale. |