The Spirit of Life, a Poem: Pronounced Before the Franklin Society of Brown University, September 3, 1833

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Key and Biddle, 1833 - 71 pages
 

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Page 58 - ... THEY sin who tell us Love can die ; With life all other passions fly — All others are but vanity. In heaven ambition cannot dwell, Nor avarice in the vaults of hell ; Earthly these passions of the earth, They perish where they have their birth. But Love is indestructible ; Its holy flame for ever burneth, From heaven it came, to heaven returneth...
Page 70 - The sun shone through the hazy atmosphere ; While torrent voices broke the solitude, Where, straying lonely, as with steps of fear, I mark'd the deepening gloom which shrouds the dying year. The ruffled lake heaved wildly; near the shore It bore the red leaves of the shaken tree, Shed in the violent north wind's restless roar, Emblems of man upon life's stormy sea ! Pale autumn leaves! once to the breezes free They waved in spring and summer's golden prime ; Now, even as clouds or dew how fast they...
Page 44 - O, Summer! in my inmost soul arise Uplifted thoughts, to which the woods reply, And the bland air with its soft melodies ; — Till basking in some vision's glorious ray, I long for eagle's plumes to flee away. I long to cast this cumbrous clay aside, And the impure, unholy thoughts that cling To the sad bosom, torn with care and pride...
Page 69 - Twas a bright vision, but too soon to die! Spring may not linger in her robes of green — Autumn, in storm and shade, shall quench the summer sheen. I came again.
Page 58 - THERE is a voice I shall hear no more : There are tones whose music for me is o'er; Sweet as the odours of spring were they — Precious and rich — but they died away : They came like peace to my heart and ear — Never again will they murmur here : . They have gone, like the blush of a summer morn — Like a crimson cloud, through the sunset bome.
Page 59 - Sent a thrill to my bosom, and bless'd my brain With raptures that never may dawn again ; Amidst musical accents, those smiles were shed — Alas ! for the doom of the early dead ! Alas ! for the clod that is resting now On those slumbering eyes — on that fated brow, Wo for the cheek that hath ceased to bloom — For the lips that are dumb, in the noisome tomb...
Page 63 - That cheered the good of old ; To clasp the faith which looks on high, Which fires the Christian's dying eye, And makes the curtain-fold That falls upon his wasting breast, The door that leads to endless rest. It were not lonely thus to lie On that triumphant bed, Till the pure spirit mounts on high, By white- winged seraphs led : Where glories earth may never know, O'er " many mansions" lingering glow, In peerless lustre shed ; It were not lonely thus to soar.
Page 40 - Come, — and secure interminable rest! Soon will the freshness of thy days be over, And thy free buoyancy of soul be flown ; Pleasure will fold her wing, and friend and lover Will to the...
Page 60 - There was bliss in existence when thou wert nigh, There was balm in the evening's rosy sigh ; Then earth was an Eden, and thou its guest — A Sabbath of blessings was in my breast ; My heart was full of a sense of love, Likest of all things to heaven above. Now, thou art...
Page 40 - Come, while the morning of thy life is glowing, Ere the dim phantoms thou art chasing die ; Ere the gay spell which earth is round thee throwing Fades, like the crimson from a sunset sky ; Life hath but shadows, save a promise given, "Which lights the future with a fadeless ray ; O, touch the sceptre ! — win a hope in Heaven. Come, turn thy spirit from the world away...

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