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FROM THE SAME.
TO THE SUPREME BEING,
I make will then be sweet indeed If Thou the spirit give by which I pray: My unassisted heart is barren clay, Which of its native self can nothing feed : Of good and pious works thou art the seed, Which quickens only where thou say'st it may: Unless thou shew to us thine own true way No man can find it: Father! thou must lead. Do Thou, then, breathe those thoughts into my mind By which such virtue
in me be bred That in thy holy footsteps I may tread; The fetters of my tongue do Thou unbind, That I may have the power to sing of thee, And sound thy praises everlastingly.
FROM THE SAME.
No mortal object did these eyes behold
Beyond the visible world She soars to seek,
I HEARD (alas ! 'twas only in a dream)
* See the Phedo of Plato, by which this Sonnet was suggested.
The Stars are mansions built by Nature's hand; And, haply, there the spirits of the blest Live, clothed in radiance, their immortal yest; Huge Ocean frames, within his yellow strand, A Habitation marvellously planned, For life to occupy in love and rest; All that we see is dome, or vault, or nest, Or fort, erected at her sage command. Is this a vernal thought? Even so, the Spring Gave it while cares were weighing on my heart, Mid song of birds, and insects murmuring; And while the youthful year's prolific art Of bud, leaf, blade, and flower - was fashioning Abodes, where self-disturbance hath no part.
ON THE DETRACTION WHICH FOLLOWED THE PUBLICATION
OF A CERTAIN POEM.
See Milton's Sonnet, beginning
A Book came forth of late, called “ Peter Bell;"
that grey-haired forehead, and rejoice In the just tribute of thy Poet's pen!