XXXII. ECLIPSE. So pure, so clear, amid the vast blue lake, Clothes thee in weed of penance, murk and dun ; That earth which moves between mankind and thee, Inflicts no stain upon thy purity. XXXIII. TO AN AGED BEAUTY. ONCE thou wert young, 'twas very long ago, If Time turn back to say that thou art old, XXXIV. I SAW thee in the beauty of thy spring, And then I thought how blest the man shall be That shall persuade thy maiden modesty To hearken to his fond soliciting. Thou wert so fair, so exquisite a thing, I thought the very dust on which thy feet I see thee now a matron and a mother, And I, alas! am old before my day. Both to myself and thee I owe another— A holier passion, a devouter lay. Each spark of earthly fire I now must smother, And wish for nought for which I dare not pray. XXXV. TO MISS MARTHA H MARTHA, thy maiden foot is still so light, In duty's path from happy morn to night. For too much haste to show her eager love. XXXVI. SECOND NUPTIALS. THERE is no jealousy in realms above: A Christian wedded. She that dwells on high |