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OR can the snows, which now cold age
Quench or allay the noble fires within.
youth can be, Thou’rt yet-fo fully still doft thou Poffefs the manhood and the bloom of wit. To things immortal time can do no wrong, And that which never is to die, for ever must be young.
HE has a charm, a word of fire,
A pledge of love, that cannot tire ;
By every sign her Lord foretold,
THE ABBEY JUMIEGES.
In a grand arch,—which once screened
many an aisle ; The last had disappeared,—a loss to art, The first yet frowned superbly o'er the soil,
And kindled feelings in the roughest heart Which mourned the power of time and temper's
march, In gazing on that venerable arch.
ID the deep silence of the pathless wild,
* Copied by the Editor from the ruins A:D. 1839, where “ the lame Lord,” as the Sacristain said, had carved them twenty years previous, and whose visit he well remembered.
Between the mountains and the neighbouring main
OMPULSION, from its destined course,
The magnet may awhile detain; But, when no more withheld by force,
It trembles to the North again.
Thus, though the idle world may hold
In all the warmth of liberty.
Thine, Left in our feebleness we start away From Thy loved chastening; for we could not bear The sudden vision of ourselves and Thee, Or learn at once how vain our bright hopes be. Then be our earthly weakness, Lord, Thy care, And e'en in wounding heal, in breaking spare.
Error a fault, and truth discourtesy.
More than his fickness or his poverty? In love I should: but anger is not love, Nor wisdom neither; therefore, gently move.
Calmness is great advantage : he that lets
Mark all his wanderings, and enjoy his frets ;
NOW'ST thou the value of a foul im
mortal ? Behold the midnight glory, worlds on
Amazing pomp! Redouble this amaze; Ten thousand add; and twice ten thousand more; Then weigh the whole, one foul outweighs them all.
IKE Music on the waters,
Is thy sweet voice to me:
The waves lie still and gleaming,