Here's refreshment spread out by the delicate hand, And also, the purest of ale *— Around the fix'd table united we'll stand, The repast is over-and filled is each heart LIFE. OUR first free breath is but a sign And though the sun may sometimes shine Our pulse is but the muffled sound Of a fixed clock within, Whose wheels oft cease to move around E'er one has learnt to sin. Those tones the infant voice first made, Did but betoken sorrow; For oh! our sunny hopes may fade *Cold Water. The first shrill laugh of buoyant youth, All hearts must learn the cheerless truth, The man that yearns for shining gold, Whereon his bark of slender mould, May strike with fatal shock. And him who seeks the path of fame What is there in a burning name, Life-oh, how subtle is the tide, That sweeps along our bark ; Why court the pleasures of the gay, Go stand beside the dead and say, ON VIEWING THE GREAT COMET OF 1843. 'Tis night-keen, frosty night. Nature is chill'd to silence in the grasp, The blighting grasp of haggard Winter. All But scenes so cheerless I will now forget, And heavenward lift my eyes, and turn my thoughts. But now my eager eyes Are fixed on one amid the burning train, Beneath whose light, faint hearts are wont to quail, My soul with wonder startles while I ask Whence came thou, Stranger?—whither tendest thou? But while on earth the sinewy temple stands, Oh! say Celestial stranger on swift wings of fire, What is thy mission? shall we joy or fear? With all thy flashing in yon high blue arch; No more I ask Methinks I hear of harmony a strain Like "music of the spheres," and as it floats That show long trains of wondrous light—why they The mark of law divine. Oh, why should fear Come o'er a heart that owns a Power Supreme ? THEY TELL ME SO. THEY tell me she is soon to be Another's happy bride; That with the city's giddy throng, They say that her dilating eye, Her cheek with beauty still is rife, There was a footstep once she mark'd A name that lingered on her ear, That step is wont to trace the glade Methinks I see the bridal gems Now ready by her side; And soon, in dazzling sheen, she'll stand With sparkling jewels on her hand, The peerless-perjured bride. |