Lines on the Death of an only Son. ERE sleeps in peace a mother's joy, HEA mother's pride and only boy: mother's pride The living keenly feels the blow, Restore to me my darling son ! A Glimpse of the World. W HILE gliding down life's rapid river, And, baffling oft our best endeavor, Here passions swell, and flashing bubbles Here friends with honeyed accents cluster, And at the social banquet muster, Court and fawn, while all things thrive. But let the sun that shines in gladness And Want wear looks and weeds of sadness, As unsubstantial shadows follow Side by side, smooth flatterers hollow Men for different spheres are fitted, Ambition's slaves ape ways of Fashion, Ignoble minds presume that pleasures And, dazzled by earth's glittering treasures, Who can depend on Fortune fickle, Or avert the fatal blow When Death comes, with unsparing sickle, All our cherished hopes to mow? There are no fragrant paths of roses Over Youth and Beauty fair. From the palace to the cottage, From the hovel to the throne, From the cradle to life's dotage, When the heart is sad and dreary, Oh! how many, of life weary, Wish to lay its burden down! What though the mind be stored with learning, We ever feel our spirit yearning, The gaudy phantoms of the Present, So the world goes on revolving While creeds and fetters are dissolving Progression's god-like spirit ranges Through all systems, young and old, That keenly feel approaching changes, Yet unwritten and untold. When Freedom an Exile from Foreign Lands Came. W HEN Freedom an exile from foreign lands came, Soon hill, grove, and valley rang loud with her name; War's shrill-sounding bugles forth summoned our sires Hope's star, that gleamed dimly, shines constant and clear, No war-worn and weary their slain comrades weep, Our commerce thrives briskly, our sails stud the sea, As falls the dew gently on mountain and lea, |