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Thus 'tis Nature speaks aloud,
A Tribute to the Memory of C. W.
ALAS! and has the stormy cloud of death
Thy banner floats; for o'er thy silent waves
How little did I think when last we met, When jocund youth sat smiling on thy brow, And cast his rosy mantle o'er thy cheek, In token of his undisputed reign, That, ere two moons, he there detbroned should
sit, Beneath the pallid canopy of death!
In radiant prism of deluded hope, I viewed thee, robed in the rainbow garb Of all the joys of this, our lower world ; I thought that, when beneath my cypress shade, I should be sleeping in my narrow house, (The long grass, and the hollow desert wind Singing my mournful requiem,) thou should'st be The gayest of the gay,--should'st lead the airy
dance Of pleasure—but, alas! the fatal dart Shivered the glass,—and the bright colours fled ! Yet let me wipe the burning tear away, And turn to yon bright heaven the eye of hope.
'Tis sweet to think that, while she dwelt on
earth, She heard salvation's joyful tidings oftSalvation finished by the Mighty God In human fashion; and to Adam's tribes Freely proclaimed-free as the sun that glides,Free as the air that fans the brow of morn: To each sad exile from the face of God Thus the auspicious declaration runs
“Believe—and to thy Father's house return.” 'Tis sweet to think that when she came to stand Upon the icy bank of death's dark flood, High o'er its waters, that mysterious bridge, Completed by Immanuel's life and death, Arose in view ; and thus she safely passed From the destroyer, and the storms of life, Into the cloudless hemisphere of heaven.
THOUGHTS AND IMAGES.
“Come like shadows, so depart.”
The Diamond, in its native bed,
Hid like a buried star may lie, Where foot of man must never tread,
Seen only by its Maker's
And though imbued with beams to grace
Where fixed at first in solid night;
Sparkle one moment into light.
Expands into a perfect flower ;
Wooed by the sun, the wind, the shower : In loveliness beyond compare, It toils not, spins not, knows no care; Trained by the secret hand, that brings
All beauty out of waste and rude, It blooms its season, dies, and flings Its germs
abroad in solitude. Almighty skill, in ocean's caves,
Lends the light Nautilus a form To tilt along the Atlantic waves,
Fearless of rock, or shoal, or storm; But should a breath of danger sound, With sails quick furled it dives profound, And far beneath the tempest's path,
In coral grots, defies the foe,
The Sabbath of the deep below.
The Skylark soars amid the dawn;
Looks down upon the quiet lawn,
Where Autters, in his little nest,
The soul with keener ecstasy,
bird of morn can fill All nature's bosom with his glee. The Elephant embowered in woods,
Coeval with their trees might seem,
Life in a renovating stream ;
Where ranged and fed of old his sires ;
Beyond their walks, till he expires.
Of every kind, occult or known, (Each exquisitely formed to suit
Its humble lot, and that alone,)
Strength, beauty, instinct, courage, speed; While through the whole, his pleasure wrought
Whate'er his wisdom had decreed.
But Man, the master-piece of God;
Man, in his Maker's image framed, -Though kindred to the valley's clod,
Lord of this low creation named,–