'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Few, few, shall part where many meet! CLV. SONG. OW delicious is the winning How Of a kiss at love's beginning, Yet remember, 'midst your wooing, Other smiles may make you fickle, Love he comes, and love he tarries, Just as fate or fancy carries; Longest stays, when sorest chidden; Bind the sea to slumber stilly, Bind the aspen ne'er to quiver, Then bind love to last for ever! Love's a fire that needs renewal Of fresh beauty for its fuel; Love's wing moults when caged and captured, Only free he soars enraptured. Can you keep the bee from ranging, No! nor fettered love from dying, In the knot there's no untying. CLVI. M MARGARET AND DORA. ARGARET 'S beauteous-Grecian arts Yet why, in my heart of hearts, Hold I Dora's sweeter? Dora's eyes of heavenly blue Pass all painting's reach, The music of her speech. Artists! Margaret's smile receive, And on canvas show it; Q CLVII. EBENEZER ELLIOTT, 1781-1849 D PLAINT. ARK, deep, and cold the current flows Unto the sea where no wind blows, Seeking the land which no one knows. O'er its sad gloom still comes and goes Why shrieks for help yon wretch, who goes Though myriads go with him who goes, For all must go where no wind blows, Yet why should he who shrieking goes Alone with God, where no wind blows, And Death, his shadow-doomed, he goes: That God is there the shadow shows. Oh shoreless Deep, where no wind blows! And, thou, oh Land, which no one knows! That God is All, his shadow shows. |