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RETIREMENT. But grant, in public, men sometimes are shown, A woman's seen in private life alone; Our bolder talents in full life display'd, Your virtues open fairest in the shade. Bred to disguise, in public 't is you hide ; There, none distinguish 'twixt your shame or pride, Weakness or delicacy; all so nice, TH each may seem a virtue or a vico.
FAREWELL TO THE YEAR.
From the Spanish of Luis Baylon.
A solemn sound to hear :
Our blessings on the parting year.
The years that were, the dim, the gray,
Receive this night, with choral hymn,
And soon to be as gray and dim.
On, on, in one unwearied round
Old Time pursues his way;
Expects in peace her yellow prey:
Together fall, together lie;
Howe'er they lived, are all that die.
How short the rapid months appear,
Since round this board we met To welcome in the infant year,
Whose star hath now for ever set! Alas! as round this board I look,
I think on more than I behold, For glossy curls in gladness shook
That night, that now are damp and cold. For us no more those lovely eyes shall shine, Peace to her slumbers! drown your tears in wine.
Thank heaven, no seer unblest am I,
Before the time to tell,
For whom this cup again shall swell.
Nor crops alone the ripen'd ear; And we may miss the merriest face
Among us, 'gainst another year. Whoe'er survive, be kind as we have been, And think of friends that sleep beneath the green.
Nay, droop not: being is not breath :
'Tis fate that friends must part, But God will bless in life, in death,
The noble soul, the gentle heart. So deeds be just and words be true,
We need not shrink from Nature's rule; The tomb, so dark to mortal view,
Is heaven's own blessed vestibule ; And solemn, but not sad, this cup should flow, Though nearer lies the land to which we go.
J. G. LOCKHART.
'Twas thus a maiden sung,
With a gentle northern tongue;
I've dropt them in the well,
I cannot, cannot tell;
They say both free and loud,
And Miss may well be proud
Her sallow neck to touch
And her beauty needs it much.
My plighted vow to keep,
I wot three fathom deep;
To sparkle on my neck,
Else it would surely break.
I wore them at the market,
In the dance they threw a spell
And my looks became them well.
And gave me, little loth,
"I was richly worth them both.
The rings no more will shine
J. G. LOCKHART.
FOR A LADY'S ALBUM.
Grace is deceitful, and beauty vain, Solomon.
OH, say not, wisest of all the kings
That have risen on Israel's throne to reign! Say not, as one of your wisest things,
That grace is false, and beauty vain. Your harem beauties resign! resign
Their lascivious dance, their voluptuous song! To your garden come forth, among things divine,
And own you do grace and beauty wrong. Is beauty vain because it will fade?
Then are earth's green robe and heaven's light For this shall be lost in evening's shade,
And that in winter's sleety rain.
Is the couch where life with joy reposes;
To regale them, fruits; to deck them, roses.
And while opening flowers in such beauty spread,
And ripening fruits so gracefully swing, Say not, o king, as you just now said,
That beauty or grace is a worthless thing. This willow's limbs, as they bend in the breeze,
The dimpled face of the pool to kiss;
That there is beauty and grace in this!
Whose smile is the light that in green arrays them;
And are not the beauty and grace of youth,
Like those of this willow, the work of love? Do they not come, like the voice of truth,
That is heard all around us here from above?
Then say not, wisest of all the kings
That have risen on Israel's throne to reign!
THE EAR OF CORN AND THE POPPY.
OVER the fertile far-spread plain,
Like billows of the sea,
In rich luxuriancy.
A ripen'd ear upraised ;
Its golden glories blazed.