LIFE, HOPE, AND DEATH. As thus she looked on me, her baby cried, 53 (Haply at being unnoticed,) and stretched out Upon her knees and prayed; and to her bosom AND what is Life?- -an hour-glass on the run; A busy, bustling, still-repeated dream ;— And what is Hope?-the puffing gale of morn, Which stings more keenly through the thin disguise. And what is Death ?-Is still the cause unfound?--That dark mysterious name of horrid sound! A long and lingering sleep-the weary crave. And Peace!—where can its happiness abound? Nowhere at all, save heaven, and the grave. A REFLECTION AT SEA. BY T. MOORE, ESQ. SEE how beneath the moonbeam's smile And foams and sparkles for a while, Thus man, the sport of bliss and care, Rises in time's eventful sea; And, having swelled a moment there, Thus melts into eternity. DIRGE OF A CHILD. BY MRS. HEMANS. No bitter tears for thee be shed, ! Blossom of being-seen and gone Blushed into dawn, and passed away. Yes, thou art gone, ere guilt had power The sunbeam's smile-the zephyr's breath- Thou wert so like a form of light, That heaven benignly called thee hence, Ere yet the world could breathe one blight O'er thy sweet innocence : And thou that brighter home to bless Oh! hadst thou still on earth remained— We rear no marble o'er thy tomb, No sculptur❜d image there shall mourn ; Ah! fitter far the vernal bloom Such dwelling to adorn. Fragrance, and flowers, and dews, must be The only emblems meet for thee. Thy grave shall be a blessed shrine, Adorned with Nature's brightest wreath, Each glowing season shall combine Shall viewless harps be murmuring there. And, oh! sometimes in visions blest, And bear from thine own world of rest What form more lovely could be given Than thine to messenger of heaven! ON A TEAR. BY MR. ROGERS. O that the chemist's magic art Could crystalize this sacred treasure! Long should it glitter near my heart, A secret source of pensive pleasure. The little brilliant, ere it fell, Its lustre caught from Chloe's eye; Then, trembling, left its coral cellThe spring of sensibility. |