SONNET III. Thou gentle Look, that didst my soul beguile, As falls on closing flowers the lunar beam : I lay me down and think of happier years; O pleasant days of Hope-for ever flown! Could I recall you !-But that thought is vain. To lure the fleet-wing'd Travellers back again : SONNET IV. To the RIVER OTTER. 1 Dear native Brook! wild Streamlet of the West! Numbering its light leaps! Yet so deep imprest Sink the sweet scenes of Childhood, that mine eyes I never shut amid the sunny blaze, But strait with all their tints thy waters rise, Thy crossing plank, thy margin's willowy maze, And bedded sand that vein'd with various dies Gleam'd thro' thy bright transparence to the gaze! Visions of Childhood! oft have ye beguil'd Lone Manhood's cares, yet waking fondest sighs, Ah! that once more I were a careless Child! SONNET V. Sweet Mercy! how my very heart has bled That mocks thy shiv'ring! take my garment-use A young man's arm! I'll melt these frozen dews That hang from thy white beard and numb thy breast. My SARA too shall tend thee, like a child : And thou shalt talk, in our fire side's recess, He did not scowl, the GALILEAN mild, Who met the Lazar turn'd from rich man's doors, And call'd him Friend, and wept upon his sores! SONNET VI. Pale Roamer thro' the Night! thou poor forlorn! Remorse that man on his death-bed possess, Who in the credulous hour of tenderness Betray'd, then cast thee forth to Want and scorn! And force from FAMINE the caress of Love! Keen blows the Blast upon the moulting Dove! SONNET VII. As late I lay in slumber's shadowy vale, With wetted cheek and in a mourner's guise She spake! not sadder moans the autumnal gale. "Thou bad'st Oppression's hireling crew rejoice "Of Pomp, and proud Precipitance of soul |