To thine Almighty Friend are known; JOSIAH CONder. TO THE MEMORY OF H. K. WHITE. BY THE REV. W. B. COLLYER, A. M. O, LOST too soon! accept the tear All the wild notes that pity loved The chords that in the human heart Amidst accumulated woes, That premature afflictions bring, Submission's sacred hymn arose, Warbled from every mournful string. When o'er thy dawn the darkness spread, When rudely round thy youthful head, Religion heard no 'plainings loud, Cold is that heart in which were met O partial grief! to mourn the day Oft genius early quits this sod, Spreads the light pinion, spurns the clod, But more than genius urged thy flight, And mark'd the way, dear youth! for thee: Henry sprang up to worlds of light, On wings of immortality! Blackheath Hill, 24th June, 1808. WRITTEN IN THE HOMER OF MR. H. K. WHITE. Presented to me by his Brother, J. Neville White. BARD of brief days, but ah, of deathless fame! I pause; and gaze regretful on thy name. II. No more with mortal pencil shalt thou trace Springs from our changeful atmosphere's embrace, Responsive hail that lyre congenial to their own. Bury, 11th Jan. 1807. C. L. Alluding to his pencilled sketch of a head surrounded with a glory. ON THE DEATH OF H. K. WHITE. Too, too prophetic did thy wild note swell, blast, [clime, Charm'd the lone wanderer through this desart But charm'd him with a rapture soon o'ercast, To see thee languish into quick decay. Yet was not thy departing immature ? For ripe in virtue thou wert reft away, And pure in spirit, as the bless'd are pure; Pure as the dew-drop, freed from earthly leaven, That sparkles, is exhaled, and blends with heaven!t T. PARK. * See Clifton Grove. Young, I think, says of Narcissa, "she sparkled, was exhaled, and went to Heaven." |