I've somewhat learn'd, which, if again'twere told, Would prove to many cause of fell despite : And, if my zeal for truth were faint and cold, I fear I might with those no living find By whom things present will be counted old." Therewith the light that held within enshrined My new-found treasure, shot a beam that shone Like golden mirror, tow'rd the sun inclined; Then answer'd-"Conscience, whether by its own Or others' shame, shorn of its native light, Will, certès, quail at what thy words make known. Nathless, do thou, in glosing falsehood's spite, Thy whole amazing vision's truth declare.

Then, let the gall'd jade wince, thou standest right. What tho' thy words, when first received, may bear A bitter taste, they vital nutriment

Will leave, when once they well digested are. Thus, as the wind the loftiest battlement

Most rudely shakes, so thy loud voice shall be; Nor this be of thy praise light argument. Therefore the spirits thou wast given to see In these blest orbs, that mountain, and yon vale Of tears, are those alone of high degree; Seeing the mind of him who hears thy tale Will scarcely to example credence yield Of lowly root obscure, nor let prevail One proof, that is not, clear as day, reveal'd."

IMITATIONS AND PARODIES.

SONG." COULD A MAN BE SECURE."

COULD a man be aware
Of the turmoil and care
That a life of ambition attend,
Would he not cast away

Every thought of to-day,

And trifle and dream without end?

Would he not honey sip

From each beautiful lip

That is willing and ripe to be prest?
Not embrace all the charms

That fall into his arms,

And wisely let pass all the rest?

Were the miser but told,

Once or ere he grow old,

"All the treasure you leave will be lostAll the wealth that you've stored

Can no premium afford

To your ashes, nor profit your ghost"

Could the soldier's stern eye

'Mid the battle descry,

Thro' the cannon's loud thunder and smoke,

What a shade of a shade

Is the idol he made,

And the altar he built, what a joke

Could the sage, nigh his urn, His vain learning unlearn, But this one piece of knowledge to scan; That, howe'er he may prize

The keen sight of his eyes,

Yet the blindest of creatures is man

Would the miser persist

Still in closing his fist,
The soldier his phantom embrace,

Or again at his book

The philosopher look,

And the same endless diagrams trace?

-And, if you had your way,

Pretty moralist, say,

Would

you make a man's life worth his care? Soon you'd hear him complain,

"Oh what trouble and pain

To sit twisting the curls of her hair!"

Then no longer upbraid

That boon Nature has made Stupid mortals to delve and to spin;

Were their labours untried,

And their books laid aside,

They'd soon fade and grow rotten within.

SONG." SINCE FIRST I SAW YOUR FACE."

O LADY, could I e'er behold

That face so brightly beaming, And not life's sunny hours regret When infant Love lay dreaming Upon thy breast of driven snow, Beneath thine eye's blue languish ?— But, no! no! no! thy heart was safe; It cared not for his anguish.

The slighted boy at last awoke
From that distracted slumber,
And since has toy'd in sunny bowers
'Mongst beauties without number.
Yet still if by his pathway glides
That form at evening lonely,
Love every later dream forgets,
His first remember'd only.

So wandering spirits, are we told,
By sin from glory sunder'd,
If but a gale blow o'er them, fraught

With sweets from Eden plunder'd,
The furrow'd lines of guilt and care
Are at the moment vanish'd,
And all their native heaven returns,

As if they'd ne'er been banish'd.

CHARADE.

A VOICE of wailing heard and loud lament
From Sinai's rocks to fruitful Lebanon-
The awful warning of destruction sent
To Nineveh the great, and Babylon—
Ruin, and utter desolation;

Thence to all nations, in the dark eclipse
Floundering and sinking, of religion's sun,
Denounced tremendous by the hallow'd lips
Of him, the inspiréd bard that wrote the Apocalypse-

Behold my First. My Second lies conceal'd
In words impervious to the noon-tide beam
Where erst the mighty prophet who reveal'd
The monarch of Assyria's mystic dream,

And thence, borne onward by the viewless stream
Of unborn ages, to the searching eye

Of Faith has given its widest, amplest theme,
Was doom'd in youth by tyrant power to lie

A prey to fiercest beasts, who growl'd and pass'd him by.

-Both grandly dark-Behold yet darker frown Through the thick gloom of ages past away,

Wearing the semblance of a kingly crown, With streaming beard, and locks of iron gray;