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Anxious for far-off children, where Shall mothers breathe a like sweet air
Of home-felt consolation !
And not unfelt will prove the loss 'Mid trivial care and petty cross
And each day's shallow grief; Though the most easily beguiled Were oft among the first that smiled
At their own fond belief.
If still the restless change we mourn, A reconciling thought may turn
To harm that might lurk here, Ere judgment prompted from within Fit aims, with courage to begin,
And strength to persevere.
Not Fortune's slave is Man: our state Enjoins, while firm resolves await
On wishes just and wise, That strenuous action follow both, And life be one perpetual growth
Of heavenward enterprise.
So taught, so trained, we boldly face
Whatever props may fail,
Fresh beauty through the vale.
That truth informing mind and heart,
Ungrieved, with charm and spell;
Shall bid a kind farewell ! *
THE PRIMROSE OF THE ROCK.
A Rock there is whose homely front
The passing traveller slights ; Yet there the glowworms hang their lamps,
Like stars, at various heights ; And one coy Primrose to that Rock
The vernal breeze invites.
What hideous warfare hath been waged,
What kingdoms overthrown, Since first I spied that Primrose-tuft
And marked it for my own ; A lasting link in Nature's chain
From highest heaven let down!
The flowers, still faithful to the stems,
Their fellowship renew;
* See Note at the end of this Volume.
The stems are faithful to the root,
That worketh out of view; And to the rock the root adheres
In every fibre true.
Close clings to earth the living rock,
Though threatening still to fall;
And God upholds them all :
Her annual funeral.
Here closed the meditative strain;
But air breathed soft that day, The hoary mountain-heights were cheered,
The sunny vale looked gay ; And to the Primrose of the Rock
I gave this after-lay.
I sang, — Let myriads of bright flowers,
Like thee, in field and grove Revive unenvied ; — mightier far
Than tremblings that reprove Our vernal tendencies to hope,
Is God's redeeming love ;
That love which changed, for wan disease,
For sorrow that had bent
Their moral element,
And turned the thistles of a curse
To types beneficent.
Sin-blighted though we are, we too,
The reasoning Sons of Men,
Shall rise, and breathe again ;
Our threescore years and ten.
To humbleness of heart descends
This prescience from on high,
Before and when they die ;
A court for Deity.
PRESENTIMENTS ! they judge not right
Retire in fear of shame;
Such privilege ye claim.
The tear whose source I could not guess,
Were mine in early days;
And venture on your praise.
What though some busy foes to good,
Lurk near you, and combine
Your origin divine.
How oft from you, derided Powers !
Builds castles, not of air :
And teach us to beware.
The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift,
Shall vanish, if ye please,
In gayety and ease.
Star-guided contemplations move
Prognostics that ye rule ;