WINTER.

WHAT stills the voice of the roaring stream?

Why lies it calmly in lifeless dream,
As though 'twould never wake again,

To rush in might to the billowy main?

The sick breath of Winter has whispered, Be still! And hush'd is the voice of each murmuring rill.

The high pulse of Nature is heaving no more;
Its deep veins are shut at their fountain—the core !

M

The waters are paved, and skaters are seen,
Where the gallant sea-ship but so lately hath been.
The fish of the fountain, ah! where are they fled?
A crystalline canopy hangs o'er their head!

The winds own the spell and no longer reply;
The flowers on their knees are preparing to die;
The little birds tremble on boughs all so bare,
And the early buds shrink from the keen biting air.
The world looks bleak that was joyous before,
Like darkness in man when false pleasures are o'er!

O'er valley and mountain pale Winter has passed;
O'er river and ocean his mandate is cast ;-
His empire is boundless; his look is austere,
And nations look wan as the tyrant draws near.
All tremble or wither away at his glance,

Or sink in oblivion before his advance!

Young Love has an empire o'er which he can reign ; Old Mammon, a greater than Love-though less vain! Sin more than them both, but Winter more still, From the babe to the shrivell'd old wretch he can chill!

In all ages, Love, Mammon, Sin, but a part;
But the frown of grey Winter chills every heart!

But there is an orb that beams brightly above,
Can charm many hearts for each one cheer'd by love!
Ancient sin, sordid mammon, before him decay,
And Winter, though mighty! creeps thief-like away!
He will soon send his vertical smiles upon earth;

The streamlets shall dance, and the flowers have new birth!

SONNET-TWILIGHT.

A GREYISH darkness steals across the stream:-
A marbly indistinctness clothes the sky,
And, in the West, by Sol's departing beam,
The clouds empurpled float in silence by.
The trees are rustling softly to the sigh
Of evening's plaintive breeze, and far above,
Each little laughing star re-opes its eye,
As pure and brilliant as the eye of love!
The songsters sit in slumber in the grove:-

The moon resumes her reign among the clouds, That like pale worlds of mountains slowly move,

Veiling her face with their transparent shrouds. Dark shadows creep o'er earth. Night now has cast Her pall around an empire, strange and vast!

LONDON: PRINTED BY STEWART AND MURRAY.

WRITTEN BY

ANDREW PARK, Esq.

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