VII. WHEN I review the course that I have run, In whatsoe'er my soul hath thought or done. Of my poor wit's devising may find grace Then 'tis but just that time confound me too. VIII. A LONELY wanderer upon earth am I, Far, far away, are all my natural kin : The mother that erewhile hath hush'd my cry, Almost hath grown a mere fond memory. Where is my sister's smile? my brother's boisterous din? Ah! nowhere now. A matron grave and sage, A holy mother is that sister sweet. And that bold brother is a pastor meet IX. How many meanings may a single sigh And still I sigh'd and sigh'd—and then I panted; It burst; the thunder roar'd, the sharp rain slanted, The tempest pass'd, and I was almost fain To sigh forlorn, and hear the sigh again. X. How shall a man fore-doom'd to lone estate, Much like a patch of dusky snow in May, Of a bad angel, that was someway good, And therefore on the brink of Heaven he stood, XI. IT were a state too terrible for man, Too terrible and strange, and most unmeet, And find no precedent, no chart, or plan, Great nature's waif, that must by law escheat Of man, who knows not wherefore he was made; Not runs, but flies, with prosperous winds to aid; |