Afflicted nature shall inhale Heaven-borrowed thoughts and joys divine; For if the world hath loved thee not, Its absence may be borne. THE DEATH-BOAT OF HELIGOLAND. CAN restlessness reach the cold sepulchred head? dead. There are brains, though they moulder, that dream in the tomb, And that maddening forehear the last trumpet of doom, The foam of the Baltic had sparkled like fire, And the buoys and the beacons extinguished their light, With an oar in each pulseless and icy-cold hand, west, First to Hecla, and then to rest For man's ear. And their eyes rang: The old abbey bell thundered its clang, gleamed with phosphorous light as it Ere they vanished, they stopped, and gazed silently grim, Till the eye could define them, garb, feature, and limb. Now who were those roamers?-of gallows or wheel you saw, They were felons too proud to have perished by law; But a riband that hung where a rope should have been, 'Twas the badge of their faction, its hue was not green, Showed them men who had trampled and tortured and driven - To rebellion the fairest Isle breathed on by Heaven, mask. They parted but not till the sight might discern Where letters, emblazoned in blood-colored flame, Named their faction I blot not my page with its name. SONG. WHEN LOVE came first to Earth, the SPRING And back he vowed his flight he'd wing But SPRING departing, saw his faith Then sportive AUTUMN claimed by rights And ev'n in WINTER's dark cold nights Her routs and balls, and fireside joy, SONG. EARL MARCH looked on his dying child, And smit with grief to view her The youth, he cried, whom I exiled, She's at the window many an hour And he looked up to Ellen's bower, But ah! so pale, he knew her not, Though her smile on him was dwelling, And am I then forgot - forgot? It broke the heart of Ellen. In vain he weeps, in vain he sighs, Nor love's own kiss shall wake those eyes SONG. WHEN Napoleon was flying A British soldier dying To his brother bade adieu ! "And take," he said, "this token To the maid that owns my faith, With the words that I have spoken In affection's latest breath." Sore mourned the brother's heart, There was many a friend to lose him, Wept when all their tears were dried. LINES TO JULIA M SENT WITH A COPY OF THE AUTHOR's poems, SINCE there is magic in your look, And guard its lays from hate and harm The sunny dew-drop of thy praise, Go forth, my pictured thoughts, and rise |