Such greeting heard, away with sighs Are linked in endless chase; Another takes its place. And what if thou, sweet May, hast known Mishap by worm and blight; If expectations newly blown Have perished in thy sight; If loves and joys, while up they sprung, Lo! streams that April could not check By thee, thee only, could be sent How delicate the leafy veil Through which yon house of God Gleams, mid the peace of this deep dale, By few but shepherds trod! And lowly huts, near beaten ways, No sooner stand attired In thy fresh wreaths, than they for praise Peep forth, and are admired. Season of fancy and of hope, A blossom from thy crown to drop, This modest charm of not too much, A WREN'S NEST. AMONG the dwellings framed by birds No door the tenement requires, Impervious and storm-proof. So warm, so beautiful withal, And when for their abodes they seek An opportune recess, The hermit has no finer eye For shadowy quietness. These find, mid ivied abbey walls, Just three days after, passing by In clearer light, the moss-built cell The primrose for a veil had spread INSCRIPTIONS SUPPOSED TO BE FOUND HOPES, what are they? Beads of morning Or a spider's web adorning In a strait and treacherous pass. What are Fears but voices airy? Till the fatal bolt is shot! What is Glory?—in the socket See how dying tapers fare! What is Pride?-a whizzing rocket What is Friendship?-do not trust her, What is Truth ?-a staff rejected; Bright, as if through ether steering, Gone, as if for ever hidden; What is Youth ?-a dancing billow, What is Peace ?-when pain is over, Let the last faint sigh discover HAST thou seen, with flash incessant, Bubbles gliding under ice, Bodied forth and evanescent, No one knows by what device? Such are thoughts!-A wind-swept meadow Mimicking a troubled sea, Such is life; and death a shadow From the rock eternity! SONG FOR THE WANDERING JEW. THOUGH the torrents from their fountains Yet they find among the mountains |