'Mid night's sweet calm, when day in sleepDoth feel the breadth and lengthened sweepOf Time's grim chase to catch the years,There comes to Earth the chiding fears
That revel in the starry deep
Those thuds of woeful pain that steepThe soul in…
'Tis well to have a merry heart,
However short we stay;
There's wisdom in a merry heart,
Whate'er the world may say!
Philosophy may lift its head,
And find out many a flaw,
But give me that philosophy
That's happy with a straw!
If life but…
Not always actions show the man, we find,
Who does a kindness is not therefore kind:
Perhaps prosperity becalmed his breast,
Perhaps the wind just shifted from the east:
Nor therefore humble, he who seeks retreat;
Pride guides his steps, and…
Ask of the rolling spheres that fly
In the deep blue skies away,
Far as creation's boundary,
What sceptre ye obey?
And they shall sing in their loudest strain, - On, on - we wear no tyrant's chain. Ask of the winds before whose might
The clouds in…
"Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For lo! the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth, the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land." - Text of an eloquent…
Why do the great, the good, the just,Expire in pain, and sleep in dust,
And virtue sink in gloom?
Why does the sage, the patriot why,Like the vile wretch, in anguish die,
And find as dark a tomb?
And why most merit fall at last,Before the…
Beauteous on our heath-clad mountains,
May our Herald's feet appear;
Sweet by silver lakes and fountains,
May his voice be to our ear.
Let the tenants of our rocks,
Shepherds watching o'er their flocks,
Village swain and peasant boy,
Why grieve ye that the Christian dies,
When Heaven from earth hath called its own -
And the blest spirit upward flies
To bow before the Father's throne?
Or deem ye that 'tis grief to be
Amid the Seraphim above,
Robed in their immortality,
O, Saviour! whose mercy, severe in its kindness,
Has chastened my wanderings, and guided my way,
Adored be the power which illumined my blindness,
And weaned me from phantoms that smiled to betray.
Enchanted with all that was dazzling and…
Indeed! this permission is worthy of praise:You'll allow our dark brother to ride—if he pays,Though, of course, we must seat him aloof and afar—Swart night from blonde day has a separate car!—On this "social distinction" no jeers I would call,The…