I think one nod of Mistress Chance And shifts the funeral for the dance, I think the Tories love to buy And lauding commonplaces: I think the Whigs are wicked knaves— I think that many fret and fume At what their friends are planning, And Mr. Hume hates Mr. Brougham As much as Mr. Canning. I think that friars and their hoods, Have lighted up too many feuds, I think, while zealots fast and frown, I think that Love is like a play, Whose shine with shower is ended: I think the world, though dark it be, For those who seek the treasure: One blossom on a briar, I think poor beggars court St. Giles, And Death looks down with nods and smiles, I think some die upon the field, And some are laid beneath a shield, I think that very few have sighed W. M. PRAED. CCLVIII HOPE AND WISDOM YOUTH is the virgin nurse of tender Hope, Ere long another comes, before whose eyes Nurseling and nurse alike stand mute and quail : Wisdom to her Hope not one word replies, : And Youth lets drop the dear romantic tale. W. S. LANDOR. CCLIX HOPE GATE that never wholly closes, Garden full of thorny roses! Roses fall, and thorns remain. Wayward lamp, with flickering lustre Promise-breaker, yet unfailing! Faithless flatterer! comrade true! Only friend, when traitor proven, Whom we always trust anew. Courtier strange, whom triumph frighteth, Flying far from pleasure's eye, Who by sorrow's side alighteth When all else are passing by. Syren-singer! ever chanting Ditties new to burdens old; Precious stone the sages sought for, Turning everything to gold! True philosopher! imparting Timid warrior! Doubt, arising, Scares thee with the slightest breath; Matchless chief! who, fear despising, Tramples on the darts of death! O'er the grave, past Time's pursuing, For a child of idle dreams. Still, life's fitful vigil keeping, Feed the flame and trim the light: Hope's the lamp I'll take for sleeping When I wish the world good-night. E. C. JONES. CCLX EARTHLY AND HEAVENLY HOPE REFLECTED on the lake I love To see the stars of evening glow, So tranquil in the heavens above, So restless in the wave below. |