"Twas so with him in office close and dun Full soon he learn'd the needful lore of trade; Skill'd to compute how much the bargain won, And ponder hard if more might have been made. But not the spirit of the world which grew So he became a dweller of the hills, And learned to love the village ways so well, He prized the stream that turned the wealthiest mills Less than the syke that trickles down the fell. III. Sad doth it seem, but nought is truly sad, Think of the souls that he in heaven will meet, Some that on earth he knew and loved most dearly; And whose perfection at their Saviour's feet, Without a stain of earth, will shine so clearly. Think, too, of souls on earth unknown to him, Laborious saints, that now with seraphim Expect the blessed fruit of all their labours. Think that he is what oft he wished to be June, 1845. VOL. II. TO A LADY, ON THE DEATH OF HER MOTHER AND DAUGHTER. SARA, -so let me call thee, since that name And for a mother that is now no more, That seemed a part of twilight, or akin So dim reflected in the dozing lake, It wot not of its presence ;-lake once proud Floating above in smallest skiff of heaven,— So shy, he would and yet would not be seen. Those times are past,—and I have known thee tamed To sober womanhood and matron grave, Yet like the ever-glad Hesperian tree, Whose summer fruitage gleams through vernal flowers; For two pure souls removed, so like each other, * 0 2 ON THE DEATH OF THOMAS JACKSON, LATE OF LOW WOOD INN, WHO DIED BY A FALL FROM AN APPLE TREE. THERE is the lake and there the quiet hills, The last time I beheld thee, lovely lake, Thou wert composed in that expectant calm, Which any sigh of love-sick maid might shake, Or dying close of penitential psalm. I thought of Death. Who doth not think of Death? And felt how sweet a boon that death might be, Were it indeed a calm to feel the breath Whene'er it came of stirring Deity. |