F Nor genius swell--nor beauty render vain But to the theme :-now laid aside too long, smilesA thread of candour with a web of wiles ; 1 A plain blunt show of briefly-spoken seeming, To hide her bloodless heart's soul-harden'd schem. ing; . A lip of lies--a face form’d to conceal; thought, Save joy above the ruin thou hast wroughtThe time shall come, nor long remote, when thou Shalt feel far more than thou inflictest now; Feel for thy vile self-loving self in vain, And turn thee howling in unpitied pain. May the strong curse of crush'd affections light Back on thy bosom with reflected blight!. And make thee in thy leprosy of mind As loathsome to thyself as to mankind ! Till all thy self-thoughts curdle into hate, Black-as thy will for others would create; Till thy hard heart be calcined into dust, And thy soul welter in its hideous crust, Oh, may thy grave be sleepless as the bed, The widow'd couch of fire, that thou hast spread! S Then, when thou fain wouldst weary Heaven with prayer, Look on thine earthly vietims-and despair ! Down to the dust !-and, as thou rott'st away, Even worms shall perish on thy poisonous clay. But for the love I bore, and still must bear,', To her thy malice from all ties would tears Thy dame thy human name to every eye! The climax of all scorn should hang on high, 1 Exalted o'er thy less abhorr'd compeers-And festering in the infamy of years." FAREWELL! if ever fondest prayer For other's weal avail'd on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky.. 'Twere vain to speak, to weep, to sigh : Oh! more than tears of blood can tell, When rung from guilt's expiring eye, Are in that word-Farewell !-Farewell! These lips are mute, these eyes are dry; But in my breast, and in my brain, Awake the pangs that pass not by, The thought that ne'er shall sleep again. My soul nor deigns nor dares complain, Though grief and passion there rebel; I only know we loved in vain I only feel-Farewell !-Farewell! ENIGMA. 1. Potopis "TWAS whisper'd in heaven, 'twas mutter'd in hell, And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell : On the confines of earth 'twas permitted to rest, } And the depths of the ocean its presence confest. "Twill be found in the sphere when’tis riven asunder, Be seen in the lightning, and heard in the thunder. 'Twas allotted to man with his earliest breath, Attends at his birth, and awaits him in death; It presides o'er his happiness, honour, and health, Is the prop of his house and the end of his wealth; Without it the soldier, the seaman may roam, But woe to the wretch who expels it from home. In the whispers of conscience its voice will be found, Nor e'en in the whirlwind of passion be drown'd: Twill not soften the heart, and though deaf to the "Twill make it acutely and instantly hear. [ear, But in shade let it rest, like a delicate flow'r Oh! breathe on it softly-it dies in an hour. |