Such disproportioned fates. Compared with him, THE SABBATH BELLS. THE cheerful Sabbath bells, wherever heard, Their piercing tones fall sudden on the ear Whom thoughts abstruse or high have chanced to lure And oft again, hard matter, which eludes And baffles his pursuit-thought-sick and tired Him, thus engaged, the Sabbath bells salute. And softens with the love of human kind. ALBUM VERSES. WITH A FEW OTHERS. IN THE AUTOGRAPH BOOK OF MRS. HAD I a power, Lady, to my will, You should not want Hand Writings. I would fill The hands of famous Lawyers-a grave band- Have best upheld Freedom and Property. Lines writ by Rosamund in Clifford's bowers. TO DORA W ON BEING ASKED BY HER FATHER TO WRITE IN HER ALBUM. AN Album is a Banquet: from the store, Your Sire might heap your board to overflowing: A zealous, meek, contributory LAMB. * Acetaria, a Discourse of Sallets, by J. E., 1706. IN THE ALBUM OF A CLERGYMAN'S LADY. AN Album is a Garden, not for show Planted, but use; where wholesome herbs should grow. A Cabinet of curious porcelain, where No fancy enters, but what's rich or rare. A Chapel, where mere ornamental things Are pure as crowns of saints, or angels' wings. For names of some since mouldering in the tomb, IN THE ALBUM OF EDITH S IN Christian world MARY the garland wears! |