O'er her young hopes the sable pall is spread;

Her wedded heart holds converse with the dead;

To ties, no longer earthly, fondly true,

Each thought that breathes of love, must breathe of

heaven too.

Thus, Sarah, love thy nobler mind prepares,
Shows thee his dangers, duties, sorrows, cares;
Thus with severer lessons schools thy heart,
And, pleased his happiest influence to impart,
For thee, dismissing from his chastened train
Each motley form of fickle, light, or vain,
Builds the strong fabric of that love sublime
Which conquers Death, and triumphs over Time.

THE FIRST FIRE.

OCTOBER 1st, 1815.

HA, old acquaintance! many a month has past
Since last I viewed thy ruddy face; and I,
Shame on me! had mean time well nigh forgot
That such a friend existed. Welcome now!-
When summer suns ride high, and tepid airs
Dissolve in pleasing languor; then indeed
We think thee needless, and in wanton pride
Mock at thy grim attire and sooty jaws,

And breath sulphureous, generating spleen,-

As Frenchmen say; Frenchmen, who never knew

The sober comforts of a good coal fire.

-Let me imbibe thy warmth, and spread myself Before thy shrine adoring :-magnet thou

Of strong attraction, daily gathering in

Friends, brethren, kinsmen, variously dispersed,

All the dear charities of social life,

To thy close circle. Here a man might stand,

And say, This is my world! Who would not bleed Rather than see thy violated hearth

Prest by a hostile foot? The winds sing shrill ;

Heap on the fuel! Not the costly board,

Nor sparkling glass, nor wit, nor music, cheer
Without thy aid. If thrifty thou dispense
Thy gladdening influence, in the chill saloon
The silent shrug declares the' unpleased guest.
-How grateful to belated traveller

Homeward returning, to behold the blaze
From cottage window, rendering visible

The cheerful scene within! There sits the sire,
Whose wicker chair, in sunniest nook enshrined,
His age's privilege, a privilege for which

Age gladly yields up all precedence else

In gay and bustling scenes,-supports his limbs. Cherished by thee, he feels the grateful warmth

Creep through his feeble frame and thaw the ice Of fourscore years, and thoughts of youth arise.

-Nor less the young ones press within, to see Thy face delighted, and with husk of nuts, Or crackling holly, or the gummy pine, Feed thy immortal hunger: cheaply pleased They gaze delighted, while the leaping flames Dart like an adder's tongue upon their prey; Or touch with lighted reed thy wreaths of smoke; Or listen, while the matron sage remarks

Thy bright blue scorching flame and aspect clear, Denoting frosty skies. Thus pass the hours, While Winter spends without his idle rage.

-Companion of the solitary man,

From gayer scenes withheld! With thee he sits,

Converses, moralizes; musing asks

How many æras of uncounted time

Have rolled away since thy black unctuous food

Was green with vegetative life, and what

This planet then: or marks, in sprightlier mood,

Thy flickering smiles play round the' illumined room,

And fancies gay discourse, life, motion, mirth,

And half forgets he is a lonely creature.

---Nor less the bashful poet loves to sit
Snug, at the midnight hour, with only thee
Of his lone musings conscious. Oft he writes,
And blots, and writes again; and oft, by fits,
Gazes intent with eyes of vacancy

On thy bright face; and still at intervals,
Dreading the critic's scorn, to thee commits,
Sole confidant and safe, his fancies crude.

-O wretched he, with bolts and massy bars
In narrow cell immured, whose green damp walls,
That weep unwholesome dews, have never felt

Thy purifying influence! Sad he sits

Day after day, till in his youthful limbs
Life stagnates, and the hue of hope is fled