'Twas there! That peerless Rose was there, Where no frosts, nor mildews are. Tenderest friends!-whose watchful care Mark'd its infant bud unclose, Ye fear'd the blight for it. The winds, with moody fit,- Hope hath no prayer to say, For it blooms where Heaven's pure ray Unchanging glows. THOUGHT. "By thy thoughts thou shalt be judged." STAY, Winged thought! I fain would question thee; Than filmy gossamer, more swift in flight Art thou a friend? Thou wilt not answer me. Thou hast no voice I fear thee. Thou'rt a subtle husbandman, Sowing thy little seed, of good or ill, In the moist, unsunn'd surface of the heart. Of which I keep the key, till Death shall come. Knowest thou that I must give account for thee? Disrobe thee of thy mystery, and show What witness thou hast borne to the high Judge. Oft wise and wary, lest thy brother worm Make them friends! Those dread seed-planters for Eternity, Those sky-reporting heralds. Make them friends! SCHOOL OF YOUNG LADIES. How fair upon the admiring sight, In Learning's sacred fane, With cheek of bloom, and robe of white, Earth's gilded gifts are new, Ye know not that distrustful sigh Which deems its vows untrue. There is a bubble on your cup How high its sparkling foam leaps up! On budding joys a blight, Or darkly spread a raven's wing To shade a path so bright. There twines a wreath around your brow, Blent with the sunny braid; Love lends its flowers a radiant glow Ye do not think 'twill fade: And yet 'twere safer there to bind But who o'er beauty's form can hang, Cold treachery's serpent moan- Yet, as the frail and fragrant flower, Which nothing can appal, Her steadfast faith, that looks above 8 |