More need of words that ills abate; Reserve or censure come not near Our sacred friendship, lest there be No solace left for thee and me. VI. Gentle and good and mild thou art, OET of N know That thing may re Childhood and youth, first glow, Have fled like sweet d mourn. These common woes I Which thou too feel'st, Thou wert as a lone shine On some frail bark in wi Thou hast like to a rock Above the blind and bat In honoured poverty thy Songs consecrate to truth Deserting these, thou lea Thus having been, that be. 324 Mutability E are as clouds that veil the mid night moon; How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver, Streaking the darkness radiantly!—yet soon Night closes round, and they are lost for ever : Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings. Give various response to each varying blast, To whose frail frame no second motion brings One mood or modulation like the last. We rest. A dream has power to poison sleep; We rise. One wandering thought pollutes the day; We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep; Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away: It is the same! - For, be it joy or sorrow, row; Nought may endure but Mutability. On Death "There is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest."- Ecclesiastes. Sheds on a lonely and sea-girt isle, Ere the dawning of morn's undoubted light, Is the flame of life so fickle and wan That flits round our steps till their strength is gone. O man! hold thee on in courage of soul Through the stormy shades of thy worldly way, |
