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"False parent of mankind!
Obdurate, proud, and blind.
These mortal spheres above,
The spirit ended his mysterious rite.
Presentiments! they judge not right
Retire in fear of shame;
Such privilege ye claim.
The tear whose source I could not guess,
Were mine in early days;
And venture on your praise.
What though some busy foes to good,
Lurk near you, and combine
Your origin divine.
How oft from you, derided powers!
Builds castles, not of air;
And teach us to beware.
The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift
Shall vanish, if ye please,
In gaiety and ease.
Star-guided contemplations move
Through space, though calm, not raised above
Prognostics that ye rule;
Are pupils of your school.
A rainbow, a sunbeam,
An echo, or a dream.
Ye feelingly reprove;
And daily, in the conscious breast,
When some great change gives boundless scope
Oft, startled and made wise
Of bitter contraries.
Ye daunt the proud array of war,
As sail hath been unfurled;
Fetched from the shadowy world !,
Tis said that warnings ye dispense,
That men have lived for whom,
Should knell them to the tomb.
Truth shows a glorious face,
Sage Spirits I by your grace.
God, who instructs the brutes to scent
Whose wisdom fixed the scale
When lights of Reason fail.
THE PRIMROSE OF THE ROCK.
A Eock there is whose homely front
The passing traveller slights; Yet there the glowworms hang their lamps,
Like stars, at various heights; And one coy primrose to that rock
The vernal breeze invites.
What hideous warfare hath been waged,
What kingdoms overthrown,
And marked it for my own:
From highest heaven let down!
The flowers, still faithful to the stems,
Their fellowship renew;
That worketh out of view;
In every fibre true.
Close clings to earth the living rock.
Though threatening still to fall;
Ami Cod upholds them all:
Her annual funeral.
Here closed the meditative stram;
Hut air breathed soft that day, The hoary mountain-heights were cheered.
The sunny vale looked gay; And to the primrose of the rock
I cave this after-lay.
I sang, "Let myriads of bright flowers,
Like thee• in field and grove Revive unenvied—mightier far
Than tremblings that reprove Our vernal tendencies to hops
In God's redeeming love:
"That love which changed, for wan disease,
For sorrow that had bent
Their moral element,
To types beneficent.
"Sin-blighted though we are, we too,
The reasoning sons of men, From one oblivious winter called
Shall rise, and breathe again; And in eternal summer lose
Our threescore years and ten.
"To humbleness of heart descends
This prescience from on high,
Before and when they die;
A court for Deity."
A FLOWER GARDEN.
Tell me, ye zephyrs! that unfold,
While fluttering o'er this gay recess,
Pinions that fanned the teeming mould
Of Eden's blissful wilderness,
Did only softly-stealing hours,
There close the peaceful lives of flowers*