Perennial, undisturb'd and clear, Flows, the lone traveller's thirst to cheer, Think'st thou the man whose mansions hold The worldling's pomp, and miser's gold, Than he, who in his cot at rest, Finds heavenly peace, a willing guest, And bears the promise in his breast 12* ON THE DEATH OF A SISTER WHILE ABSENT AT SCHOOL.* SWEET Sister! is it so? And shall I see Thy face on earth no more? And didst thou breathe The last sad pang of agonising life Upon a stranger's pillow? No kind hand, Of parent or of kindred near, to press Thy throbbing temples, when the shuddering dew Our walk to school amid the dewy grass Our sweet flower-gatherings-all those cloudless hours For its full crown. Would it had been my lot For its last conflict. Would that I had seen That peaceful smile which Death did leave thy clay After his conquest o'er it. But the turf On thy lone grave was trodden, while I deemed Loving and loved, amid the studious band As erst I left thee. Sister!-toils and ills Henceforth are past-for knowledge without pain, O'erflows thy spirit. Thou no more hast need 'Tis well! 'tis well! Saviour of souls! I thank thee for her bliss. THE RIGHTEOUS DEAD YON pilgrim see, in vestments gray, And lays his load of sin and gloom -Behold yon ship, with wrecking form And powerless view the surging brine: Who scarce his frantic steed restrains; The death-mist swims before his eyes As toward the well known spot he flies, But he, whose form to death has bow'd, |