DEATH. Vain breath of a moment, and falsely called Life! When beneath my cold touch thou shalt crumble to dust, A better existence shall spring from the strife, And Death prove the portal of Life to the just! TO A FRIEND CONVICTED OF FLATTERY. DID you e'er gaze through glasses whose magical tint Through the green, whose gay tinge gives a glow and a charm Yet more bright, to the youth of the year, Or the gold, thro' whose medium tho' mellow and warm, In the autumn of age they appear? Through the red, whose rich hue gives a lustre unknown To the brightest of seasons below, And breathes of a glory belonging alone To worlds unacquainted with woe? It is thus through the eyes of our feelings we see, It is not the objects themselves—it is we 'Tis Sorrow that sheds the hoar-frost of the soul And turns to the ice-wreaths that circle the pole 'Tis Love and 'tis Joy give the roseate hue; "Tis Friendship that casts the soft green of the heart O'er each barren waste it beholds Delights from its own boundless stores to impart, And through this, my dear girl, do you gaze upon me, And I blush when I feel that far different must be 152 TO A FRIEND CONVICTED OF FLATTERY. Yet say, should I seek to remove the soft veil? Ah no! let it cling to me still, For the picture is fair, though the likeness may fail, And the theme be unworthy your skill. My own native colours, all dull though they be, Let others impartially view, But may genius and worth like my friend's ever see, Through a medium too bright to be true. Yes, such is my wish! tho' a vain one, I own, Since the praise of the good and the gifted alone And the more when I feel that yet one fading hue, Through which, when with faint lips we utter adieu, For like Autumn's last tints to the desolate heart Felt by friends like ourselves, who, when destined to part, Yet to feel that the friend you will bear in your mind Than the real and dull one you now leave behind And long in the warmth and the kindness of youth, May you cherish the pleasing mistake, Turn your eyes from the dulness and tameness of truth, Nor suffer th' enchantment to break. |