What is truth?—a staff rejected; Duty?-an unwelcome clog; Joy?-a moon by fits reflected In a swamp or watery bog;
Bright, as if through ether steering, To the Traveller's eye it shone: He hath hailed it reappearing,― And as quickly it is gone;
Such is Joy, as quickly hidden, Or misshapen to the sight, And by sullen weeds forbidden To resume its native light.
What is youth?-a dancing billow, (Winds behind, and rocks before!) Age?-a drooping, tottering willow On a flat and lazy shore.
What is peace?—when pain is over And love ceases to rebel,
Let the last faint sight discover That precedes the passing-knell!
NOT seldom, clad in radiant vest, Deceitfully goes forth the Morn;
To the confiding Bark, untrue; And, if she trust the stars above, They can be treacherous too.
The unbrageous Oak, in pomp outspread,
Full oft, when storms the welkin rend,♦ Draws lightning down upon the head It promised to defend.
But Thou art true, incarnate Lord, Who didst vouchsafe for man to die; Thy smile is sure, thy plighted word No change can falsify!
I bent before thy gracious throne, And asked for peace on suppliant knee; And peace was given,-nor peace alone, But faith sublimed to ecstasy!
NES WRITTEN WHILE SAILING IN A BOAT AT
How richly glows the water's breast Before us, tinged with evening hues, While, facing thus the crimson west, The boat her silent course pursues!
And see how dark the backward stream, A little moment past so smiling!
And still, perhaps, with faithless gleam, Some other loiterers beguiling.
Such views the youthful Bard allure; But, heedless of the following gloom, He deems their colors shall endure Till peace go with him to the tomb. -And let him nurse his fond deceit, And what if he must die in sorrow! Who would not cherish dreams so sweet, Though grief and pain may come to-morrow?
O THOU! whose fancies from afar are brought; Who of thy words dost make a mock apparel, And fittest to unutterable thought
The breeze-like motion and the self-born carol; Thou faery voyager! that dost float In such clear water, that thy boat
To brood on air than on an earthly stream;
Suspended in a stream as clear as sky,
Whe earth and heaven do make one imagery;
I thought of times when Pain might be thy guest, Lord of thy house and hospitality;
And Grief, uneasy lover! never rest
But when she sat within the touch of thee.
O too industrious folly!
O vain and causeless melancholy! Nature will either end thee quite;
Or, lengthening out thy season of delight, Preserve for thee, by individual right,
A young lamb's heart among the full-grown flocks. What hast thou to do with sorrow,
Or the injuries of to-morrow?
Thou art a dew-drop, which the morn brings forth, Ill fitted to sustain unkindly shocks,
Or to be trailed along the soiling earth;
A gem that glitters while it lives,
And no forewarning gives;
But, at the touch of wrong, without a strife Slips in a moment out of life.
FANCY, who leads the pastimes of the glad, Full oft is pleased a wayward dart to throw;
Sending sad shadows after things not sad,
Peopling the harmless fields with signs of woe: Beneath her sway, a simple forest cry Becomes an echo of man's misery.
Blithe ravens croak of death; and when the owl Tries his two voices for a favorite strain,- Tu-whit! Tu-whoo!—the unsuspecting fowl Forebodes mishap or seems but to complain; Fancy, intent to harass and annoy, Can thus pervert the evidence of joy.
Through border wilds where naked Indians stray, Myriads of notes attest her subtle skill;
A feathered taskmaster cries, "WORK AWAY!" And, in thy iteration, "WHIP POOR WILL!" Is heard the spirit of a toil-worn slave, Lashed out of life, not quiet in the grave.
What wonder? at her bidding, ancient lays Steeped in dire grief the voice of Philomel; And that fleet messenger of summer days, The Swallow, twittered subject to like spell; But ne'er could Fancy bend the buoyant Lark To melancholy service.-Hark! O hark!
The daisy sleeps upon the dewy lawu, Not lifting yet the head that evening bowed; But He is risen, a later star of, dawn,
Glittering and twinkling near yon rosy cloud;
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