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And the sounds of joy and grief
A THOUGHT SUGGESTED BY THE NEW YEAR.
[THE RIVER OF LIFE.]
Our life's succeeding stages :
And years like passing ages.
Ere passion yet disorders,
Along its grassy borders.
10 Ye stars, that measure life to man,
Why seem your courses quicker ?
And life itself is vapid,
Feel we its tide more rapid ?
It may be strange-yet who would change
Time's course to slower speeding;
And left our bosoms bleeding ?
Proportioned to their sweetness.
TO A SKYLARK.
ETHEREAL minstrel ! pilgrim of the sky !
[To the last point of vision, and beyond,
Leave to the nightingale her shady wood;
WHY ART THOU SILENT? IS THY LOVE A
[TO A DISTANT FRIEND.]
Why art thou silent? Is thy love a plant
Yet have my thoughts for thee been vigilant,
Speak—though this soft warm heart, once free to
hold A thousand tender pleasures, thine and mine, 10 Be left more desolate, more dreary cold
Than a forsaken bird's-nest filled with snow
On Linden, when the sun was low,
Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
But Linden saw another sight,
The darkness of her scenery.
By torch and trumpet fast array'd,
To join the dreadful revelry.
Then shook the hills with thunder riven
Far flash'd the red artillery.