Whilst far along the crimson'd deep At this wrapt moment when my soul Just like to whom, when wont to rove, Of roseate hue-advanc'd the sprite, About him gleam'd a halo mild, And thus outspoke the wingy child: "To erring man is not bequeath'd The bloom of griefless joy, With rapture's flowers, alas! are wreath'd The scions of alloy. Scarce bud the shoots from pleasure's stem, Ere sorrow's germs in weave with them. I "Yet, favour'd mortal, thine the lot Nor misery's cup to drain, Whose lighter evils seem forgot In bounty's ample reign. Unlike thy brother earthlings, thou Hast Heav'n enthron'd upon thy brow. "It seem'st as tho' thy destiny Unbosom'd every bliss, What other worlds can yield to thee Thou'st antepast in this. Beatitudes already won, Ere yet thy pilgrimage is run. "Each want, each wish, the heart may dare In amplitude is thine, Thou badst a long farewell to care When plighted at my shrine. The sun that lit thy bridal noon Bespoke for thee that nuptial boon. "And this the day thy gentle mate First drank the light of life, The blest, auspicious natal date Of thy fond youthful wife. Go strike the mellow harp of joy, Let busy mirth thy hours employ. "O thine the fervid, hallow'd trust Of Hymen's sacred fire— Thy Kitty's love, thy last, thy first, Thy only true desire. And ever let her constancy Awake responsive truth in thee. "Full oft revolve the gladsome round Of this memorial day, May pledges of thy bliss abound On wedlock's holy spray; And be each infant bud that blows An icon of its mother-rose." The strain had ceas'd and yet a while The bloomy boy would sing, As archly with a sunny smile He plum'd his urchin wing, Then soaring, cried-" Remember well THE CHOICE. "They remove the sun from the world who take away love from life." SHOULD I, by chance, ere be pursued By Fortune in some sportive mood, And in her net be caught, And she be well inclin'd to ask Me then to name some welcome task, I'd joyously the question meet The answer this, I'd give― With Barbara to live." |