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For, dark and despairing, my sight I may seal,
the tale :
Nor unremembered is the hour when friends Met. Friends, but few on earth, and therefore dear ; Sought oft, and sought almost as oft in vain ; Yet always sought; so native to the heart, So much desired, and coveted by all. Nor wonder thou,—thou wonderest not nor need'st. Much beautiful, and excellent, and fair Was seen beneath the sun ; but nought was seen More beautiful, or excellent, or fair Than face of faithful friend, fairest when seen In darkest day; and many sounds were sweet, Most ravishing, and pleasant to the ear ; But sweeter none than voice of faithful friend ; Sweet always, sweetest, heard in loudest storm. Some I remember, and will ne'er forget ; My early friends, friends of my evil day; Friends in my mirth, friends in my misery too ; Friends given by God in mercy and in love ; My counsellors, my comforters, and guides; My joy in grief, my second bliss in joy; Companions of my young desires; in doubt, My oracles, my wings in high pursuit. 0, I remember, and will ne'er forget, Our meeting spots, our chosen sacred hours, Our burning words, 'that uttered all the soul, Our faces beaming with unearthly love ; Sorrow with sorrow sighing, hope with hope Exulting, heart embracing heart entire ! As birds of social feather helping each His fellow's flight, we soared into the skies, And cast the clouds beneath our feet, and Earth, With all her tardy leaden-footed cares, And talked the speech and ate the food of Heaven ! These I remember, these selectest men,
And would their names record ; but what avails
And life is thorny; and youth is vain :
Doth work like madness in the brain.
And insult to his heart's best brother :
But never either found another
A dreary sea now flows between,
THE DEATH OF THE YOUNG MOTHER,
It was an April day; and blithely all The youth of nature leaped beneath the sun, And promised glorious manhood; and our hearts
Were glad, and round them danced the lightsome blood, In healthy merriment, when tidings came, A child was born : and tidings came again, That she who gave it birth was sick to death. So swift trode sorrow on the heels of joy! We gathered round her bed, and bent our knees In fervent supplication to the Throne Of Mercy, and perfumed our prayers with sighs Sincere, and penitential tears, and looks Of self-abasement; but we sought to stay An angel on the earth, a spirit ripe For Heaven ; and Mercy, in her love, refused : Most merciful, as oft, when seeming least ! Most gracious when she seemed the most to frown! The room I well remember, and the bed On which she lay, and all the faces too, That crowded dark and mournfully around. Her father there and mother, bending, stood ; And down their aged cheeks fell many drops Of bitterness. Her husband, too, was there, And brothers, and they wept ; her sisters, too, Did weep and sorrow, comfortless; and I, Too, wept, though not to weeping given ; and all Within the house was dolorous and sad. This I remember well; but better still, I do remember, and will ne'er forget, The dying eye ! That eye alone was bright, And brighter grew, as nearer death approached : As I have seen the gentle little flower Look fairest in the silver beam which fell, Reflected from the thunder-cloud that soon Came down, and o'er the desert scattered far And wide its loveliness. She made a sign To bring her babe—'twas brought, and by her placed. She looked upon its face, that neither smiled Nor wept, nor knew who gazed upon't; and laid Her hand upon its little breast, and sought
For it, with look that seemed to penetrate
ADDRESS TO THE OCEAN.
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean-roll!
He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.