A GREETING. Ir were not well to vex thee with my praises, Loving, sincere, and wise, in three best phases, Young heart, I note thy characters of light; Spirits are keen to make such instant guesses; For time is nothing to the Soul that lives; Therefore my spirit thy good spirit blesses, Therefore my Mind its cordial greeting gives, — Its greeting? of a moment, sad to tell, For all my greeting is a true Farewell! HORACE'S PHILOSOPHY. III. 29. WISELY for us within night's sable veil All else as on a river's tide is borne, Down the mid-channel on a gentle swell; Now, as the hoarse, fierce mandate of the flood Stirs up the quiet stream, time-eaten rocks Go hurrying down, with houses, herds, and flocks. And echoes from the mountain and the wood. He stands alone, glad, self-possessed, and free, Who grateful for to-day can say, I live; To-morrow let my Father take or give: As He may will, not I with dark or light The past behind me; nor bring back again The good she gave, but in mine honest worth, To seek the undowried portion of the poor. "THE LAST TIME." ANOTHER year? another year! Who dare depend on other years? Mixt with praises, prayers, and tears Spurr'd by pen, and stirr'd by sword, In Elijah's fiery car, Our own returning Lord! Look around the nations quail ! Every warning in thy word, In proof of that for which we pray'd, THE POET'S WEALTH. I NUMBER you by thousands, unseen friends, Of Saxon hearts and tongues o'er land and soa: Some few unkindly cause; - most rich in love, Yea, let me thank you; let my heart outpour O generous friends! — a cordial multitude From North to South,- because I thus am blest! 1ye: blest indeed above the lot of men, And rich in joys that reach the true sublime! For that the magic-music of my pen Hath won such wealth of love in every clime, To children's children, reigning in the mind, Ah me! not so: this thought of pride destroys: Give God the praise: His blessings send this store Of unseen friends by thousands evermore! ΘΕΩ ΔΟΞΑ, |