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You came a wooing to his daughter, John.
Thou perfect pattern of thy slander'd sex, *Do you remember,
Whom miseries of mine could never alienate, With what a coy reserve and seldom speech, Nor change of fortune shake; whom injuries, (Young maidens must be chary of their speech) And slights (the worst of injuries) which moved 1 kept the honors of my maiden pride?
Thy nature to return scorn with like scorn, I was your favourite then.
Then when you left in virtuous pride this house,
Could not so separate, but now in this
My day of shame, when all the world forsake,
Soon The fai In vain Throug Noire
My Friend was young, the world was new;
On Helicon's inspiring brink,
Ah! then no more his smiling hours
As happy ignorance declined,
Then Nature's charms his heart possess'd,
O Pillow! then, when light withdrew, To thee the fond enthusiast flew; On thee, in pensive mood reclined, He poured his contemplative mind, Till o'er his eyes with mild controul Sleep like a soft enchantment stole, Charm'd into life his airy schemes,
And realized his waking dreams.
His name has perished from the earth,
This truth survives alone:
That joy and grief, and hope and fear
Alternate triumph'd in his breast;
His bliss and woe,-a smile, a tear!
-Oblivion hides the rest.
The bounding pulse, the languid limb,
The changing spirits' rise and fall; The public ear, the public voice,
We know that these were felt by him,
For these are felt by all.
He suffer'd,,but his pangs are o'er;
Enjoy'd,—but his delights are fled; Ind disinherited of fame,
Had friends,-his friends are now no more; Co thee, O Pillow ! thee alone,
And foes,-his foes are dead. Je made his silent anguish known;
but whom he loved, the grave Iis haughty spirit scorn'd the blow
Hath lost in its unconscious womb:
O she was fair!—but nought could save
Her beauty from the tomb. While deep he cherished in his breast
He saw whatever thou hast seen; Che scorpion that consumed his rest.
Encounter'd all that troubles thee; Yet other secret griefs had he,
He was—whatever thou hast been;
He is—what thou shalt be.
The rolling seasons, day and night,
Sun, moon, and stars, the earth and main, In dreams the cruel fair was kind,
Erewhile his portion, life and light,
To him exist in vain.
The clouds and sunbeams, o'er his eye
That once their shades and glory threw, They stung remembrance to despair;
Have left in yonder silent sky ** A wounded spirit who can bear!"
No vestige where they flew. Meanwhile disease, with slow decay,
The annals of the human race, Moulder'd his feeble frame away!
Their ruins since the world began, And as his evening sun declined,
Of him afford no other trace
Than this,—THERE LIVED A MAN!
DEATH OF ADAM AND EVE.
_“6 Leave me not, Adam! leave me not below; There was on earth no power to save: -But, as he shudder'd o'er the grave,
With thee I tarry, or with thee I go,'He saw from realms of light descend
She said, and yielding to his faint embrace, The friend of him who has no friend,
Clung round his neck, and wept upon his face. Religion !-her almighty breath
Alarming recollection soon return'd, Rebuked the winds and waves of death ;
His fever'd frame with growing anguish burn’d: She bade the storm of frenzy cease,
Ah! then, as Nature's tenderest impulse wrought, And smiled a calm, and whisper'd peace:
With fond solicitude of love she sought Amidst that calm of sweet repose,
To soothe his limbs upon their grassy bed,
And make the pillow easy to his head;
She shook the leaves to stir the sleeping air;
Moisten'd his lips with kisses: with her breath
Vainly essay'd to quell the fire of death, There lived a man:-and who was He?
That ran and revelled through his swollen veins -Mortal! howe'er thy lot be cast,
With quicker pulses, and severer pains. That man resembled thee.
“ The sun, in summer majesty on high, Unknown the region of his birth,
Darted his fierce effulgence down the sky; The land in which he died unknown:
Yet dimm'd and blunted were the dazzling rays,
Once in the flight of ages past
His orb expanded through a dreary haze,
“ Amidst this war of elements, within And, circled with a red portentous zone,
More dreadful grew the sacrifice of sin,
Breathing the slow remains of life away.
Bright through the smouldering ashes of the mai,
The saint brake forth, and Adam thus began:
_"Oye that shudder at this awful strife, — Blow on me, wind! I faint with beat! O bring
This wrestling agony of death and life, Delicious water from the deepest spring;
Think not that He, on whom my soul is cast, Your sunless shadows o'er my limbs diffuse,
Will leave me thus forsaken to the last; Ye cedars! wash me cold with midnight dews.
Nature's infirmity alone you see ; -Cheer me, my friends! with looks of kindness
My chains are breaking, I shall soon be free; Whisper a word of comfort in mine ear; [cheer;
Though firm in God the spirit holds her trust,
The flesh is frail, and trembles into dust.
Horror and anguish seize me;—'tis the hour
Of darkness, and I mourn beneath its power; O sing to sooth me, and to strengthen pray!'
The Tempter plies me with his direst art, We sang to sooth him,-hopeless was the song;
I feel the Serpent coiling round my heart; We pray'd to strengthen him,-he grew not strong.
He stirs the wound he once inflicted there, In vain from every herb, and fruit, and flower,
Instils the deadening poison of despair, Of cordial sweetness, or of healing power,
Belies the truth of God's delaying grace, We press'd the virtue; no terrestrial balm
And bids me curse my Maker to his face. Nature's dissolving agony could calm.
- I will not curse Him, though his grace delay; Thus as the day declined, the fell disease
I will not cease to trust Him, though he slay; Eclipsed the light of life by slow degrees :
Full on his promised mercy I rely, Yet while his pangs grew sharper, more resign'd,
For God hath spoken-God, who cannot lie. More self-collected, grew the sụfferer's mind;
—Thou, of my faith the Author and the End ! Patient of heart, though rack'd at every pore,
Mine early, late, and everlasting friend! The righteous penalty of sin he bore;
The joy, that once thy presence gave, restore Not his the fortitude that mocks at pains,
Ere I am summon'd hence, and seen no more: But that which feels them most, and yet sustains.
Down to the dust returns this earthly frame, — Tis just, ’tis merciful,' we heard him say;
Receive my spirit, Lord! from whom it came; • Yet wherefore hath he turn'd his face away?
Rebuke the Tempter, shew thy power to save, I see him not; I hear him not; I call;
O let thy glory light me to the grave, My God! my God! support me, or I fall.'
That these, who witness my departing breath,
May learn to triumph in the grasp of death.'
“ He closed his eyelids with a tranquil smile, The winds brake loose; the forest boughs were torn,
And seem'd to rest in silent prayer awhile: And dark aloof the eddying foliage borne;
Around his couch with filial awe we kneelid, Cattle to shelter scudded in affright;
When suddenly a light from heaven reveal'd The florid evening vanish'd into night:
A spirit, that stood within the unopen'd door;Then burst the hurricane upon the vale,
The sword of God in his right hand he bore; In peals of thunder, and thick-vollied hail;
His countenance was lightning, and his vest Prone rushing rains with torrents whelm'd the land,
Like snow at sun-rise on the mountain's crest; Our cot amidst a river seem'd to stand;
Yet so benignly beautiful his form, Around its base, the foamy-crested streams
His presence still the fury of the storm; Flash'd through the darkness to the lightning's
At once the winds retire, the waters cease; gleams;
His look was love, his salutation, · Peace!' With monstrous throes an earthquake heaved the
“ Our mother first beheld him, sore amazed, The rocks were rent, the mountains trembled round; Never since nature into being came,
But terror grew to transport, while she gazed: Had such mysterious motion shook her frame;
—“'Tis he, the Prince of Seraphim, who drove We thought, ingulpht in floods, or wrapt in fire,
Our banish'd feet from Eden's happy grove;
Adam, my life, my spousge, awake!' she cried;
Olet me follow in this dear embrace!
He call’d the elements, earth, ocean, air,
He call’d them when they were not, and they were:
Sun, moon, and stars came forth to meet his eye: 'I come! he cried, with faith's full triumph fired, His spirit moved upon the desert earth, And in a sigh of ecstacy expired.
And sudden life through all things swarm’d to birth; The light was vanish’d, and the vision fled;
Man from the dust he raised to rule the whole;
He breathed, and man became a living soul :
Thus were the heavens and all their host display'd,
The glorious scene a holy sabbath closed,
And while he view'd, and bless'd them from his seat,
All worlds, all beings worshipt at his feet:
The morning stars in choral concert sang,
The rolling deep with hallelujahs rang,
" • Alone along the lyre of nature sigh’d
The master-chord, to which no chord replied ; THE EFFECT OF MUSIC ON CAIN.
For man, while bliss and beauty reign'd around,
For man alone, no fellowship was found,
No fond companion, in whose dearer breast,
His heart, repining in his own, might rest;
For, born to love, the heart delights to roam,
A kindred bosom is its happiest home.
On earth's green lap, the father of mankind,
In mild dejection, thoughtfully reclined;
And fancy soothed him while reflection slept.
-whothus would make his counsel known, And hope and memory sweep the chords by turns,
Counsel that will'd not man to dwell alone,
Created woman with a smile of grace,
And left the smile that made her on her face.
The patriarch's eyelids open'd on his bride,
- The morn of beauty risen from his side!
He gazed with new-born rapture on her charms, Clearer within the dawn of glory shines,
And love's first whispers won her to his arms. Revealing, in the hour of nature's rest,
Then, tuned through all the chords supremely sweet,
Exulting nature found her lyre complete,
And from the key of each harmonious sphere
Struck music worthy of her Maker's ear.' “ On such an evening, so divinely calm,
“ Here Jubal paused; for grim before him lay, The woods all melody, the breezes balm,
Couch'd like a lion watching for his prey,
An awful form, that through the gloom appear'd,
And hoary flakes of long dishevellid hair,
Like eagle's plumage ruffled by the air,
Veil'd a sad wreck of grandeur and of grace;
Haunted by phantoms, he had fled his home,
With savage beasts in solitude to roam;
Wild as the waves, and wandering as the wind, – He spake, and it was done ;-Eternal night, No art could tame him, and no chains could bind: At God's command, awaken’d into light;
Already seven disastrous years had shed