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Heavenly Lo! where she stands fixed in a saint-like trance, ecstasies One upward hand, as if she needed rest and earthly From rapture, lying softly on her breast ! duties
Nor wants her eyeball an ethereal glance ;
Would She were now as when she hoped to pass
content, Well pleased, her foot should print earth's com
mon grass, Lived thankful for day's light, for daily bread, For health, and time in obvious duty spent.
To a Painter All praise the Likeness by thy skill portrayed ;
Who, yielding not to changes Time has made,
THOUGH I beheld at first with blank surprise Miss Gillies' This Work, I now have gazed on it so long
Mrs WordsI see its truth with unreluctant
Beloved! I have done thee wrong, 1841
storm at Who carols thinking of his Love and nest,
evening And seems, as more incited, still more blest. Thanks ; thou hast snapped a fire-side Prisoner's
song in the
His day- 'Tis He whose yester-evening's high disdain break note Beat back the roaring storm—but how subdued subdued
His day-break note, a sad vicissitude !
She is not Oh whata wreck! how changed in mien and speech! what she Yet—though dread Powers, that work in mystery,
Entanglings of the brain ; though shadows stretch
INTENT on gathering wool from hedge and brake True
old Dame will bless them for the boon :
Failing impartial measure to dispense
A plea for To every suitor, Equity is lame;
Authors And social Justice, stript of reverence
May 1838 For natural rights, a mockery and a shame ; Law but a servile dupe of false pretence, If, guarding grossest things from common claim Now and for ever, She, to works that came From mind and spirit, grudge a short-lived fence. « What ! lengthened privilege, a lineal tie, For Books!" Yes, heartless Opes, or be it proved That 'tis a fault in Us to have lived and loved Like others, with like temporal hopes to die ; No public harm that Genius from her course Be turned ; and streams of truth dried up, even
at their source !
A Poet to “Son of my buried Son, while thus thy hand his Grand- “Is clasping mine, it saddens me to think
child - How Want may press thee down, and with May, 1838
thee sink “Thy Children left unfit, through vain demand “Of culture, even to feel or understand “My simplest Lay that to their memory “May cling;--hard fate! which haply need not be « Did Justice mould the Statutes of the Land. « A Book time-cherished and an honoured name “Are high rewards; but bound they Nature's claim “Or Reason's ? No-hopes spun in timid line " From out the bosom of a modest home “ Extend through unambitious years to come,
My careless Little-one, for thee and thine !'
To the Rev. ENLIGHTENED Teacher, gladly from thy hand Christopher Have I received this proof of pains-bestowed
By Thee to guide thy Pupils on the road Master of That, in our native isle, and every land, Harrow The Church, when trusting in divine command School And in her Catholic attributes, hath trod:.
these lessons be with profit scanned
gay Shall look more bright—the happy, happier still ; Catch, in the pauses of their keenest play, Motions of thought which elevate the will And, like the Spire that from your classic Hill Points heavenward, indicate the end and way.