SOLITUDE. HAIL, thou source of thought divine! Awful Solitude, be mine: Let me from the world secluded, Let me wander o'er thy plains, When the blushing morn has spread Has his daily task begun; Teach me then, in tuneful lays, When my peaceful life is spent, Vocal Magazine. AIR. WHEN first I wak'd to life's unfolding day, A father's love, a mother's trembling 'care, No cares could cloud, no passions could destroy, A heaven of sunshine, and an earth of flowers. But now the fiend shrieks loud, who rules the storm, Dimond. ON VISITING THE GRAVE OF STERNE. WITH sacred awe, with kind concern, Silent upon thy grave we stand, And muse upon the dust beneathThe fairest flow'r from nature's hand, Now with'ring in the shade of death. When ev'ning dews thy turf so green, Those dear companions of thy way, Although from death they could not save, Yet here their vows they duly pay, And bid remembrance haunt thy grave. Maria's shade, with pious care, By Cynthia's light shall hither come, While here, with pilgrim's step, they stray We check the fond complaint, and say, Samwell. APPROACH OF WINTER. IN woods no more the feather'd throng Where are the walks that blush'd with flow'rs? And where the western breeze that breath'd Its pilfer'd sweets to scent the bow'rs, Which Peace and calm Contentment wreath'd? Since now no fragrant blossoms blow, The sober thought, to virtue dear, and enbat Still sweetly, on my pensive ear,dibjww bok. Oft through yon desolated grove, And oft I'll to the lonely dell, Sweet vibrate on th' expanse of air. If, on the wild wing of the blast, May then some rush-light, o'er the waste, Adieu! ye glitt'ring scenes, adieu! That stole my heart from peace and truth; That promis'd pleasure, while you threw Illusive splendour o'er my youth! Time, to all pictur'd bliss a foe, Proclaims, as through its wastes we range, That all our joy is absent woe, And all our life progressive change! Sanderson's Original Poems. |