Some mountain's craggy steep he'll gain

The eagle's plume to bring,
And strip the gay enamell’d plain

One votive wreath to string:
To humbler deeds, as well, he'll deign,

His gallant zeal to show;
But should he once his meed attain,

A tyrant soon he'll grow.

III.

How oft a mystic shape he 'll wear

Some image not his own
To draw the heart within his snare

And make the mind his throne;

But, Oh! of all his subtle schemes,

Beware, beware the toils He throws around sweet Friendship's dreams,

For hearts are then his spoils !-
Oh! many tokens Love can find,

His witching tale to tell;
But, when he seems most fair and kind,

Beware, beware his spell !

SONG OF A SUNBEAM.

I come, I come from my throne above,

With the spirit of Nature glowing, Sent on a mission of angel-love

To each leaflet and blossom growing: Welcome me, welcome me, children of earth !

Welcome me ever with gladness !I am a creature of blessing and mirth :

Summer is no time for sadness !

I've come, weary heart ! I've come to thee,

Though thou’rt sighing with toil and sorrow, To try if a ramble abroad with me

Would give thee fresh strength for the morrow ! Welcome me, welcome me, children of earth !

Welcome me ever with gladness 1I am a creature of blessing and mirth :

Summer is no time for sadness!

MASONIC ADDRESSES, &c.

AN ADDRESS

FOR THE TWELFTH ANNIVERSARY FESTIVAL

IN AID OF

THE ASYLUM FOR AGED AND DECAYED FREEMASONS,

Held in Freemasons' Hall, June 16, 1847,

When some grand structure, falling to decay,
Rocks ’neath the winds that ʼmid its turrets play-
Though, late, the Storm-King with his frantic train
Swept all unheeded through the mighty fane-
How mourn ye, and with pitying pious care
Strive once again the lordly pile to rear !
With veneration prop its ancient walls,
Give strength and soundness to its mould'ring halls ;
Preserve with reverent hand each Coigne, to tell
The builders' care had inark'd its Order well :-
Then gaze with 'raptured eye from Base to Crown,
Content so well to earn a proud renown !......

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