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Ashes but scarcely cold
O ye were scatter'd fast,
Sons of the morning!
Your proud brows adorning.
To slumber so soundly!
G. A. RHODES, ESQ.
THOUGH never taught to measure space,
I cannot tell, a linguist sage,
And skill'd in critic ken profound, The purport of each puzzling page,
Nor every tangled text expound;
But I can read, and run the while,
I cannot give each light a name,
But I of all the charms can speak,
All politics, in truth, I hate,
Save those which two fond hearts betray;
Who guides the helm, who holds the scale,
I only know if Delia reign,
Or Lydia sway my subject heart; Whether I bear Melinda's chain,
Or 'neath my Chloe's anger smart.
Let others court the din of arms,
And fierce in iron fields engage; I only wake to Love's alarms,
And Cupid's willing warfare wage.
Let others martial tactics teach,
And how to fight, and how to fly; Of Love's soft tactics I can preach, And all his golden panoply.
To make the worse the better cause,
Unskill'd indeed in any laws,
But those alone which Love has made.
No rhetorician's robe I wear,
But can teach many a honied smile;
My want of wit who shall despise,
Since Love has made the world his throne ?
A BEAM of tranquillity smil'd in the west,
The storms of the morning pursu'd us no more, And the wave, while it welcom'd the moment of
Still heav'd, as remembering ills that were o'er!
Serenely my heart took the hue of the hour,
Its passions were sleeping, were mute as the dead;
And the spirit becalm'd but remember'd their pow'r,
As the billow the force of the gale that was fled!
I thought of the days, when to pleasure alone
I felt how the pure intellectual fire
And I pray'd of that Spirit who lighted the flame,
The thought was ecstatic! I felt as if Heaven
I look'd to the west, and the beautiful sky,
"Oh! thus," I exclaim'd, " can a Heavenly eye Shed light on the soul that was darken'd before!"
HON. ST GEO. TUCKER OF VIRGINIA.
DAYS of my youth! ye have glided away;
Days of my youth! I wish not your recall;
Days C Pains
Joys C Eyes
Eyes of my youth! ye much evil have seen; Cheeks of my youth! bath'd in tears ye have
Thoughts of my youth! ye have led me astray; Strength of my youth! why lament your decay?
Days of my age! ye will shortly be past;
WHILE thou at eventide art roaming
When sails the moon above the mountains,
And darker frowns the lonely yew,
When wakes the dawn upon thy dwelling,