STANZAS. TORN by the cares that hourly throw A deepening shade around my breast, Nor love, nor pity's softest glow, Can soothe my labouring heart to rest. Inspired with hope, as yet I seek The solace of some favourite theme, But shrink, irresolute and weak, To prosecute a happier scheme. The Muse that once awakened bliss, Now yields no antidote like this For sadness that has long prevailed Love, even love, corrodes the dart Implanted by increasing care, And leaves it in my wounded heart, To fester unabated there. L THE FOLLOWING EXTEMPORANEOUS EFFUSION WAS WRITTEN IN THE SOCIAL CIRCLE, AT THE INSTANCE OF A MOMENTARY EBULLITION OF FEELING, WHICH THE READER WILL BE AT NO LOSS TO DISCOVER. WHAT lovely creatures Women are! They look as if the Genius of The Great, "the Bright and Morning Star" To show what precious fruits arise Usparingly beyond the skies! But then how changed the Women are And seem the happiest when they can; Bloom here without a cankering spot. Ah Woman! truly as thou art The fairest of the human race, Corruption to thy sweetest grace,— And leave thee unredeemed at last, A LADY, STUNG BY THE REFLECTION, IMMEDIATELY SUBJOINED ANOTHER STANZA: If Women are angels, alas! for the race That has suffered as much as a race ever can; For spite of their reason, and spite of their grace, SONG. OH! tell me not beauty resides in the form Nor yet that the heart of a lover can warm And that which adorns in an active degree But tell me not Nature, however inclined To reward with her bounties the fair, Confers upon those the distinction of mind Who inherit her temporal care: The soul that is filled with an essence divine, Can only in features ethereal shine. THE BUTTERCUP. BEFORE the sweet enlivening Spring And woods with kindly greetings ring, Then skirting round the verdant field, Where little rude embankments rise, And shrubs of daring aspect yield A refuge from the stormy skies, This flower again is seen. And stealing now o'er all the plain, It gayly drinks the vernal rain, Or basks beneath the gorgeous sun Throughout the smiling day. |