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His own funereal destiny;
His wretchedness, and his resistance,
And his sad unallied existence:
To which his spirit may oppose
Itself and equal to all woes,

And a firm will, and a deep sense,
Which even in torture can descry

Its own concentered recompense, Triumphant where it dares defy, And making death a victory!

WHEN COLDNESS

Away, away, without a wing,
O'er all, through all, its thoughts
shall fly;

A nameless and eternal thing,
Forgetting what it was to die.

SUN OF THE SLEEpless.

Sun of the sleepless! melancholy star! Whose tearful beam glows tremulously far,

WRAPS THIS That show'st the darkness thou canst not dispel.

SUFFERING CLAY.

WHEN coldness wraps this suffering clay,

Ah! whither strays the immortal mind?

It cannot die, it cannot stray,

How like art thou to joy remembered

well!

So gleams the past, the light of other days,

Which shines, but warms not with its powerless rays;

But leaves its darkened dust be- A night-beam sorrow watches to be

hind.

Then, unembodied, doth it trace

By steps each planet's heavenly
way?

Or fill at once the realms of space,
A thing of eyes, that all survey ?

Eternal, boundless, undecayed,

A thought unseen, but seeing ali,
All, all in earth, or skies displayed,
Shall it survey, shall it recall:
Each fainter trace that memory holds
So darkly of departed years,
In one broad glance the soul beholds,
And all that was, at once appears.

Before Creation peopled earth,

Its eyes shall roll through chaos back;

And where the furthest heaven had

birth,

The spirit trace its rising track, And where the future mars or makes, Its glance dilate o'er all to be, While sun is quenched or system breaks,

Fixed in its own eternity.

Above or Love, Hope, Hate, or Fear,
It lives all passionless and pure:
An age shall fleet like earthly year;
Its years as moments shall endure.

hold,

Distinct, but distant clear - but oh, how cold!

FARE THEE WELL.

FARE thee well! and if for ever,

Still for ever, fare thee well; Even though unforgiving, never 'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel.

Would that breast were bared before thee

Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee,

Which thou ne'er canst know again:

Would that breast, by thee glanced over,

Every inmost thought could show! Then thou wouldst at last discover 'Twas not well to spurn it so.

Through the world for this commend thee

Though it smile upon the blow, Even its praises must offend thee, Founded on another's woe:

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Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express,

How pure, how dear their dwellingplace.

Debased by slavery, or corrupt by power,

Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust,

Degraded mass of animated dust! Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat,

And on that cheek, and o'er that Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy words de

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ON THE MONUMENT OF THE AUTHOR'S DOG BOATSWAIN.

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The first were nothing-had I still Something-I know not what -- does

the last,

It were the haven of my happiness; But other claims and other ties thou hast,

And mine is not the wish to make them less.

A strange doom is thy father's son's, and past

Recalling, as it lies beyond redress; Reversed for him our grandsire's fate of yore,

He had no rest at sea, nor I on shore.

still uphold

A spirit of slight patience; - not in

vain,

Even for its own sake, do we purchase pain.

Perhaps the workings of defiance stir Within me- or perhaps a cold despair,

Brought on when ills habitually re

cur,

Perhaps a kinder clime, or purer air, (For even to this may change of soul refer,

If my inheritance of storms hath And with light armor we may learn

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to bear,)

Have taught me a strange quiet; which was not

The chief companion of a calmer lot.

I feel almost at times as I have felt In happy childhood; trees, and flowWhich do remember me of where I ers, and brooks,

dwelt

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