The ransom'd of God shall return to him WHAT is there sadd'ning in the Autumn leaves? Has left the land, as the first deluge left it, Upon the forest tops--he had not sigh'd. The moon stays longest for the Hunter now: The trees cast down their fruitage, and the blithe And busy squirrel hoards his winter store: While man enjoys the breeze that sweeps along The bright blue sky above him, and that bends Magnificently all the forest's pride, Or whispers through the evergreens, and asks, "What is there sadd'ning in the Autumn leaves ?" WRITTEN IN A COMMON-PLACE BOOK. SEE to your book, young lady; let it be ON THE LOSS OF A PIOUS FRIEND. Imitated from the 57th chapter of Isaiah. WHO shall weep when the righteous die? He has gone into peace-he has laid him down To sleep till the dawn of a brighter day; And he shall wake on that holy morn, When sorrow and sighing shall flee away. But ye who worship in sin and shame Who scoff in your pride at your Maker's name, Hope in your mountains, and hope in your streams. Bow down in their worship and loudly pray; Trust in your strength and believe in your dreams, But the wind shall carry them all away. There's one who drank at a purer fountain, But the sinner shall utterly fail and die- THE TWO COMETS. There were two visible at the time this was written; and for the verses, they were, on other accounts, strictly occasional. THERE once dwelt in Olympus some notable oddities, For their wild singularities call'd Gods and Goddesses. But one in particular beat 'em all hollow, Now Phoeb. was a genius-his hand he could turn To any thing, every thing genius can learn : Bright, sensible, graceful, cute, spirited, handy, Well bred, well behav’d—a celestial Dandy! An eloquent god, though he didn't say much; But he drew a long bow, spoke Greek, Latin and Dutch; A doctor, a poet, a soarer, a diver, And of horses in harness an excellent driver. He would tackle his steeds to the wheels of the sun, And he drove up the east every morning, but one ; When young Phaeton begg'd of his daddy at five, To stay with Aurora a day, and he'd drive. So good natur'd Phoebus gave Phaey the seat, With his mittens, change, waybill, and stage-horn complete ; To the breeze of the morning he shook his bright locks, Blew the lamps of the night out, and mounted the box. |