The fond hopes we cherish, The things we most prize, Seem first doomed to perish And pass from our eyes. Ties strongest and nearest, Entwined round the heart, Loves warmest and dearest, Forever must part. The widow lone-hearted, She weeps the departed, But feels like no other. He takes but his own. But why all this weeping "Tis Loveliness sleeping The calm sleep of death. Since the law is fulfilled, And sin is forgiven, Let her go undefiled, Young heiress of heaven. The Slaves of Ambition. HE lofty peaks that cleave the sky THE The eagle bold may wing to; But reptiles mean can crawl as high When they have aught to cling to. So 'tis with man: the towering mind, Plumed with wisdom's precious lore, Will leave the vulgar crowd behind, And proudly heavenward soar. Ambition's creatures creeping rise, Placed on glory's height sublime. O slaves of narrow party creeds, Ye shout for Freedom while she bleeds And laws of truth and justice break As rocks the ocean's rage defy, So, firmly on yourselves rely, And success her struggles crown. The Famine; or, the Virtues of Want. B EHOLD! the squalid sons of Want In thousands pace the street, And Sorrow's cloud hangs dark upon In wretched hovels mothers pine, The depths of grief are fathomless See parents with their little ones And strangely gaze around their cot, |