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In ev'ry clime through ev'ry age,
Thy pitying hand bestows
The solace for their woes.
E'en now while o'er tly deadly foe,
Fell wars, dread horrors low'r;
And feel soft pity's power !
Teach me, stern Fortitude, each shock to bear,
That wayward Fortune on my brow may heap; To thee I'll breathe a silent fervent pray'r,
Nor scarce allow myself in woe to weep.
May thy firm arm uphold my shrinking frame,
Shield me from pallid fear and wild alarm; Thy steady, kind protection I will claim,
And let thine influence each sorrow calm.
Though stern thy mien, most friendly is thine heart,
Thy frown Despair appals and makes him flee; To my weak soul thy courage blest impart,
And I will offer up each prayer to thee.
Thine aid will save,-Misfortune's dart must fail, For Truth and Fortitude will e'er prevail.
[The following Lines were written on the occasion of the death of Senior
Captain Charles Lionel Showers, of the 19th Regiment Bengal Infantry, who, at the assault of the furtified heights of Mallown, on the 15th April 1815," led one of the principal columns to a separate attack, in the most gallant style, and gloriously fell at its head, just when, in personal conflict, he had, with his own hand, slain the chief of the enemy.]
On Alpine heights a daring foe
To check that foe's insulting pride,
To Showers was given ;-a chosen band
And there unmov'd his standard flies,
Weep for the brave whose sun is set, -
In glory's bed his manes rest,
Hark! from his grave a warning voice,
And fir'd by his inspiring course,
[OCCASIONED BY READING THE
ADDRESS TO LOVE.”]
Is Love or Fiend or Angel ?--Ask the heart
The agitated mind, thus whirl'd in storms,
Can this be Love ? Yes-but 'tis Love of earth-born kind, who oft With sullied wings flits brooding o'er the world, And changes man to demon. But yonder see a beauteous form approach, Heaven's offspring, who with gentlest feelings speaks, And pours soft balm into the wounded heart; See, playful Innocence and Purity, fair maids, Attend his footsteps, and diffuse fresh charms O'er ev'ry glowing feature, beaming bright, And in resistless modesty array'd !
Blest pow'r ! I'll woo thee, and enshrine my heart Beneath thy gentle and alluring sway: For kind beneficence, and social ties, From thee derive new charms, and make the soul To sympathize with jocund nature round, Whose joyous voice proclaims thy genial reign.
Each humble plant and beauteous flow'r that blows, The winged insect, and the cheerful lark, That carols forth the first gay note of morn; The varied songsters of the spicy grove, And scaly tribe that cleave the liquid wave, With ev'ry animal that life enjoys,
Display the kind beneficence divine,
Thou gracious pow'r! whose genial warmth inspires Each gen'rous sentiment in man to man: Guides calm benevolence, and fills the breast With warmth of feeling t’wards the friends we love. But oh! most sweet—when soft affections meet, And soul communes with soul without disguise. The open brow, with candour beaming bright, And pleasing smiles, full confidence bestows, Nor has a thought it e'er can wish to hide. Away Suspicion ! and each meaner artTrue Love disdains them all: - its tender balm Can heal the sick’ning mind, where rudest pain, And grief, have sought to fix their dire abode. Nor can Misfortune's darkest frown relax The steady pow'r of Love—whose mighty arm Can snatch from wild Despair its keenest barb, Soothe the deep murm'ring of the stricken heart, And charm severest woe !Yes—this is Love-ecstatic, heav'nly Love, That raises man to angel !