Some Peer perchance in his princely home Or the sailor's wife looks out o'er the foam And prays The stars resting bright in the distant sky A lesson of comfort are telling, That there in the depths of their mansions on high No storm of the sea has a dwelling. Though no carv'd cross from sculptor's skilled hand Thy desolate tomb is adorning, The bright Southern Cross in majesty grand Shines down till the Judgment Day morning. SLEEP. OH Sleep! this shattered frame's most cherished friend, 'Tis much to thee I owe; one third at least Of this terrestrial life has happy been Soothed by thy visions; strengthened by thy rest, I find new vigour for the weary hours: Burdened with sickness and with sorrow pressed; And ever clank my feeble step beside. By night, in former manliness and hope, I dart along, erect in pristine strength. By day, my whole enjoyment of existence So bare and so imperfect, in blest sleep Assumes the rounded form and glowing face As in the glad and happy days of yore. How far away in sleep they still are here; By day I bear the burden of a life— Single, alone, unshared by her without In dreams she still is here, her gentle voice Adds to each pleasure, lessens from each grief. Lies ever on my brow; the oppressive chain Of woe I daily bear, and scarcely find The strength wherewith to bear it manfully. Where'er I turn. By day I take my walk By night, with head erect and gun in hand, Or bent in wild career of headlong race TO A VAIN YOUNG MAN. Go thou not forth, thou weak and vain young man, Thy plated goods will shrivel and consume Beware! thou hast not strength, and warning take, Ere the faint light thou hast depart for aye. |