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Since likewise for the stricken heart of Love
power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or foreșt by slow stream, or pebbly spring, 65 Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanish’d: They live no longer in the faith of reason ! But still the heart doth need a language, still Doth the old instinct bring back the old names, And to yon starry world they now are gone,
70 Spirits or gods, that used to share this earth With man as with their friend; and to the lover Yonder they move, from yonder visible sky Shoot influence down: and even at this day ’T is Jupiter who brings whate'er is great, 75 And Venus who brings everything that 's fair !
Thekla. And if this be the science of the stars,
“My birth-day”—what a different sound
That word had in my youthful ears !
Less and less white its mark appears !
That Time around him binds so fast,
How hard that chain will press at last. Vain was the man, and false as vain,
Who said—“were he ordain'd to run His long career of life again,
He would do all that he had done." Ah,'t is not thus the voice, that dwells
In sober birth-days, speaks to me;
Lavish'd unwisely, carelessly;
Haply for high and pure designs,
Upon unholy, earthly shrines; Of nursing many a wrong desire;
Of wandering after Love too far, And taking every meteor fire,
That cross'd my pathway, for his star.All this it tells, and, could I trace
The imperfect picture o'er again, With
power to add, retouch, efface The light and shades, the joy and pain,
How little of the past would stay!
Which hath been more than wealth to me;
And kept till now unchangingly;
Where Love's true light at last I've found,
MEMORY. But is Her magic only felt below ? Say, through what brighter realms she bids it flow; To what pure beings, in a nobler sphere, She yields delight but faintly imaged here: All that till now their rapt researches knew, 5 Not call'd in slow succession to review; But, as a landscape meets the eye of day, At once presented to their glad survey!
Each scene of bliss reveal’d, since chaos fled, And dawning light its dazzling glories spread; 10 Each chain of wonders that sublimely glow'd, Since first Creation's choral anthem flow'd; Each ready flight, at Mercy's call divine, To distant worlds that undiscover'd shine; Full on her tablet flings its living rays,
15 And all, combined, with blest effulgence blaze.
There thy bright train, immortal Friendship, soar; No more to part, to mingle tears no more! And, as the softening hand of Time endears The joys and sorrows of our infant-years,
So there the soul, released from human strife,
Oft may the spirits of the dead descend 25
O thoul with whom my heart was wont to share 35 From Reason's dawn each pleasure and each care ; With whom, alas ! I fondly hoped to know The humble walks of happiness below; If thy blest nature now unites above An angel's pity with a brother's love,
40 Still o'er my life preserve thy mild control, Correct my views, and elevate my soul; Grant me thy peace and purity of mind, Devout yet cheerful, active yet resign'd; Grant me, like thee, whose heart knew no disguise, 45 Whose blameless wishes never aim'd to rise, To meet the changes Time and Chance present, With modest dignity and calm content. When thy last breath, ere Nature sunk to rest, Thy meek submission to thy God express'd ;
50 When thy last look, ere thought and feeling fled, A mingled gleam of hope and triumph shed;
What to thy soul its glad assurance gave,
Hail, MEMORY, hail! in thy exhaustless mine
65 Lo, Fancy's fairy frost-work melts away! But can the wiles of Art, the grasp of Power, Snatch the rich relics of a well-spent hour ? These, when the trembling spirit wings her flight, Pour round her path a stream of living light;
70 And gild those pure and perfect realms of rest, Where Virtue triumphs, and her sons are blest!
THE lark has sung his carol in the sky;