Then forward let us dart our sight Of helpless age and gloomy thought. On Hope's light bark in triumph borne; And mark, rejoicing, as we glide Through night, the' effulgent rays of morn. Together let us break the force, With Hope, our guardian and our friend, Of ills combined to check our course, Or blackening clouds that veil its end. With philosophic calm, the fate Be ours, to meet our final doom; DR. OGILVIE. A REFLECTION AT SEA. SEE how, beneath the moonbeam's smile, Thus man, the sport of bliss and care, T. MOORE. THE WISH. How short is life's uncertain space! How swift the wild precarious chase! Youth stops at first its wilful ears What though its prospects now appear Yet groundless hope and anxious fear Since then false joys our fancy cheat Ye guardian powers that rule my fate, Is all comprised in this. May I through life's uncertain tide May all my wants be still supplied, But should your Providence divine May all those blessings you design MERRICK. TO A BOY WITH A WATCH. Is it not sweet, beloved youth! To rove through Erudition's bowers, And gather Fancy's golden flowers? The dear, the endless debt of loving? This sweetens all the fruits of Truth, And makes the flowers of Fancy brighter! The little gift we send thee, boy, May sometimes teach thy soul to ponder, If indolence or siren joy Should ever tempt thy soul to wander. "Twill tell thee that the winged day Can ne'er be chain'd by man's endeavour; That life and time shall fade away, While heaven and virtue bloom for ever! T. MOORE. A CATHOLIC HYMN. OPINION rules the human state, And domineers in every land: Shall sea or mountain separate Whom God hath join'd in Nature's band? Dwell they far off, or dwell they near, They're all my father's children dear. Lend me the bright wings of the morn, Far swifter than the lamp of night : Features and colours of the hair, These various colours are but one. In the' phlegmatic I sweetness find, From choler flames of love arise: Why sing you not so sweet as I? With open arms let me embrace The Heathen, Christian, Turk, or Jew, In single simple love alone All forms and features are but one. ANONYMOUS, STUDIES BY THE SEA. AH! wherefore do the incurious say, As equinoctial tempests rave, It wildly bursts, o'erwhelms the deluged strand, Tears down its bounds, and desolates the land? He who with more inquiring eyes Doth this extensive scene survey As various winds its surface sway; Small sparkling waves of silvery gleam; Illume with fluctuating beam The deepening surge, green as the dewy corn The far off waters then assume A glowing amethystine shade, Or paler, colder hues of lead, As lurid vapours float on high, Along the ruffling billows spread, While darkling lours the threatening sky; And the small scatter'd barks, with outspread shrouds, Catch the long gleams that fall beneath the clouds. |