O! welcome the power to bless, And redeem Fortune's wrongs on Mankind. Be a goddess indeed while you borrow To gild the wan aspect of Sorrow, While your virtues shall mix with the skies, Future ages shall trace every air, Every virtue deriv'd from your blood, Shall remember that Stella was fair, Shall remember that Stella was good. LINES BY MR. OF WHOM IT HAD BEEN REMARKED THAT HE HAD VIEWED THE REMAINS OF A MUCH-LOVED AND DEEPLY WITHOUT SHEDDING A TEAR. LAMENTED WIFE WHAT rugged rock its lucid store retains? Long in each softer mould the rill remains, And late the tear that springs from real woe. Oh! while intensely agonized I stood, And Memory gave her beauteous form a sigh, The pang, deep throbbing in the breast's warm flood, Grief drank the offering ere it reach'd the eye. LINES FOUND IN A BOWER FACING THE SOUTH, SOFT cherub of the Southern breeze, Óh! thou whose voice I love to hear, When lingering thro' the rustling trees, With lengthen'd sighs it sooths mine ear. Oh! thou, whose fond embrace to meet, And on thee pours her laughing eyes. Thou at whose call the light Fay's start, Lie penciling with tenderest art The blossom thin and infant flow'r. Soft cherub of the Southern breeze, Oh! if aright I tune the reed Which thus thine ear would hope to please, By simple lay and humble meed ; And if aright, with anxious zeal, My willing hands this bower have made, Still let this bower thine influence feel, And be its gloom thy favourite shade! For thee, of all the cherub train, Of all that slumber in the grove, Or playful urge the goss'mer's flight, Or down the vale or streamlet move, With whisper soft and pinion light. I court thee, thro' the glimmering air, I court thee when at noon reclin'd, In many an airy spiral wind, Or silent climb the leaf along. I court thee when the flow'rets close, And when calm eve to soft repose And when beneath the moon's pale beam, Smooth glides with thee my pensive hour, Breathe Cherub! breathe; once soft and warm, Like thine, the gale of Fortune blew, How has the desolating storm Swept all I gaz'd on from my view! Unseen, unknown, I wait my doom, |