POEMS.
TOHOPE.
HAILmeek-ey’d maid! of matchless worth!Our best companion here on earth;To thee sole pow’r is giv’n,T’ illume our dark and dreary way,As through life’s mazy path we stray,And bend our steps to heav’n.’Tis thine to smooth the rugged vale,To stem the trickling tear;Thy whispers, as the spicy gale,Do drooping trav’llers cheer.Incline thou, to shine nowUpon me as I go;Thy favour shall everAlleviate my wo.
HAILmeek-ey’d maid! of matchless worth!Our best companion here on earth;To thee sole pow’r is giv’n,T’ illume our dark and dreary way,As through life’s mazy path we stray,And bend our steps to heav’n.’Tis thine to smooth the rugged vale,To stem the trickling tear;Thy whispers, as the spicy gale,Do drooping trav’llers cheer.Incline thou, to shine nowUpon me as I go;Thy favour shall everAlleviate my wo.
HAILmeek-ey’d maid! of matchless worth!Our best companion here on earth;To thee sole pow’r is giv’n,T’ illume our dark and dreary way,As through life’s mazy path we stray,And bend our steps to heav’n.’Tis thine to smooth the rugged vale,To stem the trickling tear;Thy whispers, as the spicy gale,Do drooping trav’llers cheer.Incline thou, to shine nowUpon me as I go;Thy favour shall everAlleviate my wo.
HAILmeek-ey’d maid! of matchless worth!
Our best companion here on earth;
To thee sole pow’r is giv’n,
T’ illume our dark and dreary way,
As through life’s mazy path we stray,
And bend our steps to heav’n.
’Tis thine to smooth the rugged vale,
To stem the trickling tear;
Thy whispers, as the spicy gale,
Do drooping trav’llers cheer.
Incline thou, to shine now
Upon me as I go;
Thy favour shall ever
Alleviate my wo.
Thy presence calms the raging seas,And to the throbbing breast gives easeAmid the tempest’s howl,When waves appear as mountains high,When swelling surges dash the sky,And foaming billows roll;When danger, with uplifted hand,Proclaims th’ approaching doom,Thou gently dost the stroke withstand,And dissipates the gloom.When caring, despairing,And deeming all as lost,Thy rays will portray stillThe long expected coast.
Thy presence calms the raging seas,And to the throbbing breast gives easeAmid the tempest’s howl,When waves appear as mountains high,When swelling surges dash the sky,And foaming billows roll;When danger, with uplifted hand,Proclaims th’ approaching doom,Thou gently dost the stroke withstand,And dissipates the gloom.When caring, despairing,And deeming all as lost,Thy rays will portray stillThe long expected coast.
Thy presence calms the raging seas,And to the throbbing breast gives easeAmid the tempest’s howl,When waves appear as mountains high,When swelling surges dash the sky,And foaming billows roll;When danger, with uplifted hand,Proclaims th’ approaching doom,Thou gently dost the stroke withstand,And dissipates the gloom.When caring, despairing,And deeming all as lost,Thy rays will portray stillThe long expected coast.
Thy presence calms the raging seas,
And to the throbbing breast gives ease
Amid the tempest’s howl,
When waves appear as mountains high,
When swelling surges dash the sky,
And foaming billows roll;
When danger, with uplifted hand,
Proclaims th’ approaching doom,
Thou gently dost the stroke withstand,
And dissipates the gloom.
When caring, despairing,
And deeming all as lost,
Thy rays will portray still
The long expected coast.
Thou animates the hero’s flame;To him presents a deathless nameIn the ensanguin’d field:Thou dost his nerves with valour brace,Bids him, with bold undaunted face,Destructive weapons wield.War’s trumpet, breathing rude alarms,Strikes terror all around;Thy voice of fame, and honour’s charms,Outvies the direful sound.When falling, appallingThe tumults wild increase,On wings then, thou brings thenThe harbinger of peace.
Thou animates the hero’s flame;To him presents a deathless nameIn the ensanguin’d field:Thou dost his nerves with valour brace,Bids him, with bold undaunted face,Destructive weapons wield.War’s trumpet, breathing rude alarms,Strikes terror all around;Thy voice of fame, and honour’s charms,Outvies the direful sound.When falling, appallingThe tumults wild increase,On wings then, thou brings thenThe harbinger of peace.
Thou animates the hero’s flame;To him presents a deathless nameIn the ensanguin’d field:Thou dost his nerves with valour brace,Bids him, with bold undaunted face,Destructive weapons wield.War’s trumpet, breathing rude alarms,Strikes terror all around;Thy voice of fame, and honour’s charms,Outvies the direful sound.When falling, appallingThe tumults wild increase,On wings then, thou brings thenThe harbinger of peace.
Thou animates the hero’s flame;
To him presents a deathless name
In the ensanguin’d field:
Thou dost his nerves with valour brace,
Bids him, with bold undaunted face,
Destructive weapons wield.
War’s trumpet, breathing rude alarms,
Strikes terror all around;
Thy voice of fame, and honour’s charms,
Outvies the direful sound.
When falling, appalling
The tumults wild increase,
On wings then, thou brings then
The harbinger of peace.
Thy power elates the student’s views;The paths of science kindly strewsWith never-fading flow’rs.Depriv’d of thee, how lovers mournDejected, restless and forlorn,In unfrequented bow’rs!Attending still on Hymen’s rites,Thou decorates the chain;Thy smile the sprightly maid invitesAnd lures the youthful swain;Still easing, and pleasing,When stern misfortune stares,’Mid losses, and crosses,Thou lightens all their cares.
Thy power elates the student’s views;The paths of science kindly strewsWith never-fading flow’rs.Depriv’d of thee, how lovers mournDejected, restless and forlorn,In unfrequented bow’rs!Attending still on Hymen’s rites,Thou decorates the chain;Thy smile the sprightly maid invitesAnd lures the youthful swain;Still easing, and pleasing,When stern misfortune stares,’Mid losses, and crosses,Thou lightens all their cares.
Thy power elates the student’s views;The paths of science kindly strewsWith never-fading flow’rs.Depriv’d of thee, how lovers mournDejected, restless and forlorn,In unfrequented bow’rs!Attending still on Hymen’s rites,Thou decorates the chain;Thy smile the sprightly maid invitesAnd lures the youthful swain;Still easing, and pleasing,When stern misfortune stares,’Mid losses, and crosses,Thou lightens all their cares.
Thy power elates the student’s views;
The paths of science kindly strews
With never-fading flow’rs.
Depriv’d of thee, how lovers mourn
Dejected, restless and forlorn,
In unfrequented bow’rs!
Attending still on Hymen’s rites,
Thou decorates the chain;
Thy smile the sprightly maid invites
And lures the youthful swain;
Still easing, and pleasing,
When stern misfortune stares,
’Mid losses, and crosses,
Thou lightens all their cares.
From life’s fair dawn to liart eve,We all thy flatt’ring tales believe,Enamour’d of thy art:Thy soft and salutary voiceGives birth to unexpected joys,And soothes the bleeding heart;And even at our latest hour,When earthly comforts fly,Thou dost, by a superior Pow’r,Death’s terrors all defy.Not grieving, when leavingThis scene of dole and care,But viewing, pursuingA more exalted sphere.
From life’s fair dawn to liart eve,We all thy flatt’ring tales believe,Enamour’d of thy art:Thy soft and salutary voiceGives birth to unexpected joys,And soothes the bleeding heart;And even at our latest hour,When earthly comforts fly,Thou dost, by a superior Pow’r,Death’s terrors all defy.Not grieving, when leavingThis scene of dole and care,But viewing, pursuingA more exalted sphere.
From life’s fair dawn to liart eve,We all thy flatt’ring tales believe,Enamour’d of thy art:Thy soft and salutary voiceGives birth to unexpected joys,And soothes the bleeding heart;And even at our latest hour,When earthly comforts fly,Thou dost, by a superior Pow’r,Death’s terrors all defy.Not grieving, when leavingThis scene of dole and care,But viewing, pursuingA more exalted sphere.
From life’s fair dawn to liart eve,
We all thy flatt’ring tales believe,
Enamour’d of thy art:
Thy soft and salutary voice
Gives birth to unexpected joys,
And soothes the bleeding heart;
And even at our latest hour,
When earthly comforts fly,
Thou dost, by a superior Pow’r,
Death’s terrors all defy.
Not grieving, when leaving
This scene of dole and care,
But viewing, pursuing
A more exalted sphere.