Recoiling Nature from their presence fled, As though a thunderbolt had smote them dead; She linger'd, listen'd, all her bosom yearn'd, Had death consumed you by the common lot, Thus Nature spake, and as her echo, I Take up her parable, and prophesy : -Here, as from spring to spring the swallows pass, Here the shrill sky-lark build her annual nest, And sing in heaven while you serenely rest: On trembling dew-drops morn's first glance shall shine, And oft the rainbow steal through light and gloom, On tomb; you the moon her sweetest influence shower, And every planet bless you in its hour. With statelier honours still, in time's slow round, Nor while your language lasts, shall traveller cease 1832. TO MARY. MARY!-it is a lovely name, Nor honours springing from the earth, Of three, who bare that name of old : Mary, who sat to hear his word, Christ came, while weeping o'er his tomb; A glory which can never die. shall be, Mary! my prayer for you -May you resemble all the three In faith, and hope, and charity. SHORT-HAND. STANZAS ADDRESSED TO E. P. THESE lines and dots are locks and keys, On the small tablet of your heart, By heaven's own finger be engraved, Within, without, through every part, The "words whereby you must be saved." There the bright pages of God's book, Where you alone have power to look, While hid from man and angel's eye. 1828. Could nature's mysteries all be found, Through heaven, and earth, and sea express'd, TO MY FRIEND, GEORGE BENNET, ESQ., OF SHEFFIELD, On his intended visit to Tahiti, and other Islands of the South Sea, where Christianity had been recently established. Go, take the wings of morn, And fly beyond the utmost sea; And where his Spirit bids thee dwell, Forsake thy father-land, Kindred, and friends, and pleasant home; O'er many a rude, barbarian strand, In exile though thou roam, Walk there with God, and thou shalt find Double for all thy faith resign'd. Launch boldly on the surge, And in a light and fragile bark, Thy path through flood and tempest urge, Then tread like him a new world's shore, Thine altar build, and GoD adore. Leave our Jerusalem, JEHOVAH's temple and his rest; Go where no Sabbath rose on them, Whom pagan gloom oppress'd, Till bright, though late, around their isles, The Gospel-dawn awoke in smiles. Amidst that dawn, from far, Be thine expected presence shown; Rise on them like the morning star In glory not thine own, And tell them, while they hail the sight, Who turn'd thy darkness into light. Point where his hovering rays Already gild their ocean's brim, -The sun of righteousness, who brings Nor thou disdain to teach To savage hordes celestial truth, Till warriors fling their arms aside, Train them, by patient toil, To rule the waves, subdue the ground, Enrich themselves with nature's spoil, With harvest-trophies crown'd, Tiu coral-reefs, midst desert seas, Become the new Hesperides. Thus then in peace depart, And angels guide thy footsteps:-No! There is a feeling in the heart, Our feet, conglobe its solid mass; Though day and night to thee be changed, In faith, and hope, and purpose yet, Those from whose eyes his orb retires, Mark what new stars their vigils keep, The ship of heaven,-the patriarch's dove, While these enchant thine eye, Oh! think how often we have walk'd, Gazed on the glories of our sky, Of higher glories talk'd, Till our hearts caught a kindling ray, Those hours, those walks are past, We part ;-and ne'er again may meet: Why are the joys that will not last In life or death;-farewell till then. Sheffield, March 10, 1821. * The cross, the dove, the phoenix, the wolf, are southern constellations. |