IX. REMINISCENCE. WHEN I reflect on what thou wert A few, few years ago, And when I think on what thou art, We met in health, we met in youth, Above our heads Time's winter-wing Had dropped upon the flowers of Spring, But years have not yet power to quench The early lights of youth; Still less can Grief's dull waters drench Our hearts' untainted truth. Awhile indeed thy days have been Who gilds the dawning morrow. Beloved, let not wasting Care Nor sinking and foreboding Fear, Nor canker-worm of Grief: For though of happier thoughts thy God Thy bosom now bereaves— Though he hath sent his chastening rod Spring will return-and vernal Health Thy renovated pulse will beat, And Happiness resume her seat Then, as I look on what thou art, For I shall think on what thou wert A few, few years ago. X. LOVE. DARK, dark indeed were this our earth, We had not LOVE! Our morning and our evening star, Love lights our path, and sooths our rest; And all its fine emotions are In Woman's breast. She lulls with her soft voice to sleep As friend or sister, wife or mother, Pure, fond, and faithful she doth prove; We doubt the heart of friend and brotherNot woman's love. She is the rainbow of our life, Whose bright beam shines, but not deceivesThe only heart, mid this world's strife, That man believes. Thus sprang she from her Maker's Hand, Rather than lose her constant light, XI. THE DREAM. SLEEP hovered o'er me on his dusky wing, Methought I would descend this perilous steep: |