At every whiff, a gentle heat Like that of Love within me glows: When other consolations fail, Thou better art than-Wright's Champagne! WRITTEN ON A FINE MORNING. "The morn is up, by heavens! a lovely morn, With breath all incense, and with cheek all bloom, Laughing away the clouds."-BYRON. ANOTHER Morn will rise With splendour on its wings, Away! While beauty flings A thousand colours o'er The earth, they reappear: Yet thou wilt never more Our hearts exulting cheer. Sweet morn, on balmy gales Where dost thou speed thy flight? To worlds where Love prevails And wantons with Delight; Where ever-blooming Youth, With Pleasure at his side, Then, gentle morn, awhile Thy odours let me breathe: Heaven seems above to smile, 'Tis Paradise beneath. Flowers freshly gemm'd with dew In tears entreat thy stay; And birds of every hue Sing "Why so soon away ?" The massy woods, whose deep Thy rose-hues, lovely morn! Wilt thou the world forsake? STANZAS ON A FINE SUNDAY. "Earth has not any thing to show more fair; A sight so touching in its majesty."-WORDSWORTH. I. Ir is the sabbath of the Lord, awake The sun pours forth a more resplendent ray, The cattle undisturbed keep holiday: All men, save Mammon's wretched slaves, are blest, And cheerful looks reveal their feelings unexprest. II. The woods are sleeping in the sunlight now; Of the clear lake reflecting Heaven above. Pure as the prayers that holiest saints approve, Stray children o'er the meads, collecting flowers, The best that may be into garlands wove, To crown each other's brows in greenwood bowers, Ere the church bells proclaim devotion's solemn hours. III. Fresh as on Hermon hill the morning dew, Acceptable as incense that arose From Aaron's altar, is the homage true Of hearts to God. Prayer can our numerous woes Remove, and soothe the bosom's fiercest throes! Is there a place on earth that angels greet? Where persecuted Truth may find repose? It is where congregated neighbours meet To worship God with holy zeal and in communion sweet. IV. And well the sunbright day doth harmonise As heavenward Christians strive their way to win ; |