In penal chains and darkness ? So he said; And so your holy books infer. What saith Your Prophet? what the Prince of Uz? Tam. I shudder, Lest some dark Minister be near us now. Had. You wrong them. They are bright Intelligences, Robbed of some native splendor, and cast down, 'Tis true, from Heaven; but not deformed, and foul, Revengeful, malice-working Fiends, as fools Suppose. They dwell, like Princes, in the clouds; Sun their bright pinions in the middle sky; Profound of untried misery, when all Their radiant journey run, forever set, Where, where, in what abyss shall I be groaning? [Exit. STANZAS Kichard Henry Wilde to die! My life is like the summer rose, My life is like the autumn leaf That trembles in the moon's pale ray: Its hold is frail - its date is brief, Restless and soon to pass away! Yet, ere that leaf shall fall and fade, The parent tree will mourn its shade, The winds bewail the leafless treeBut none shall breathe a sigh for me! WINGED mimic of the woods! thon motley fool! Who shall thy gay buffoonery describe ? Thou pourest a soft, sweet, pensive, solemn strain, As if thou didst in this thy moonlight song Like to the melancholy Jacques complain, Musing on falsehood, folly, vice, and wrong, And sighing for thy motley coat again. ROCKED IN THE CRADLE OF THE DEEP ROCKED in the cradle of the deep For thou, O Lord! hast power to save. When in the dead of night I lie And such the trust that still were mine, EMMA HART WILLARD THE SOUL'S DEFIANCE I SAID to Sorrow's awful storm, Rage on- thou may'st destroy this form, But still the spirit that now brooks I said to Penury's meagre train, Yet still the spirit that endures I said to cold Neglect and Scorn, Pass on- I heed you not; |