When seasons shall weather A wreath for thy brow! Hail! new-year of gladness!— Give place to thy light: Where wisdom doth dwell; And tongues, through all ages, "ANOTHER YEAR." "Winter is dark and cold Where now the charms of Spring?"-SOUTHEY. I WREATHED Spring's tend'rest flowers, And loved to speak abroad her worth: Was cherished, like the soul's first ecstacy. I saw the Seasons all, Ope one by one, their gifts to bring; For beauty's dream must vanish in despair! At last the cold wind's moan, Swept o'er our parterres stript of bloom; Time hastening on, to close another year. But list the mellow song, That still sweet numbers doth unfold,— Of joyful hours, where mirth may deign to dwell. And heaven's own voice sings tooWhat music hath the echoing sky!— It speaks vain thoughtless man to you, And tells of happier realms, on high Prepared for thee, Nor Winter there, can blight Eternity! O thither haste away! For earth hath no enduring place— The angel-spirit may not stay, Whom death hath called to his embrace; Then who shall hear— Or hail the song-birds of "Another Year?" ODE TO A FRIEND. A FRIEND! O 'tis a sound, But some, too oft will hold Friends, for the sake of gold, And when that's gone, leave them to mourn; So, that man, who would spare His bliss, with them to share, Too often meets the same return. Then since the path, is sown With thorns, and friendship's grown, Nought but "a name," to light the gay; Need we regret to find, She leaves us here behind, When, wealth alone directs her sway? But hush, my harsh complaint, To picture friendship, I hold dear: Friendship! I'll not complain, One, who will soothe my grief- And every comfort spread around; With happiness so near, May not I banish fear?— Oh! such a friend, is seldom found! |