In a deep vision's intellectual scene, Such earnest longings and regrets as keen Depressed the melancholy Cowley, laid Under a fancied yew-tree's luckless shade; A doleful bower for penitential song, Where Man and Muse complained of mutual wrong; While Cam's ideal current glided by, 115 And antique towers nodded their foreheads high, Citadels dear to studious privacy. 119 But Fortune, who had long been used to sport With this tried Servant of a thankless Court, Relenting met his wishes; and to you The remnant of his days at least was true; You, whom, though long deserted, he loved best; You, Muses, books, fields, liberty, and rest! 125 Far happier they who, fixing hope and aim On the humanities of peaceful fame, Enter betimes with more than martial fire The generous course, aspire, and still aspire; Upheld by warnings heeded not too late Stifle the contradictions of their fate, And to one purpose cleave, their Being's godlike mate! 130 Thus, gifted Friend, but with the placid brow That woman ne'er should forfeit, keep thy vow; With modest scorn reject whate'er would blind 135 The ethereal eyesight, cramp the wingèd mind! Life's book for Thee may lie unclosed, till age Shall with a thankful tear bedrop its latest 1 page. 140 IV. 1829. POOR ROBIN.2 Now when the primrose makes a splendid show, : 1 There is now, alas! no possibility of the anticipation, with which the above Epistle concludes, being realised nor were the verses ever seen by the Individual for whom they were intended. She accompanied her husband, the Rev. Wm. Fletcher, to India, and died of cholera, at the age of thirty-two or thirty-three years, on her way from Shalapore to Bombay, deeply lamented by all who knew her. Her enthusiasm was ardent, her piety steadfast; and her great talents would have enabled her to be eminently useful in the difficult path of life to which she had been called. The opinion she entertained of her own performances, given to the world under her maiden name, Jewsbury, was modest and humble, and, indeed, far below their merits; as is often the case with those who are making trial of their powers, with a hope to discover what they are best fitted for. In one quality, viz., quickness in the motions of her mind, she had, within the range of the Author's acquaintance, no equal. 2 The small wild Geranium known by that name. To rival summer's brightest scarlet flower; 10 The season) sprinklings of ripe strawberry fruit. 15 But while a thousand pleasures come unsought, Why fix upon his wealth or want a thought? Is the string touched in prelude to a lay Of pretty fancies that would round him play When all the world acknowledged elfin sway? Or does it suit our humour to commend Poor Robin as a sure and crafty friend, Whose practice teaches, spite of names to show 20 26 Bright colours whether they deceive or no?- This child of Nature's own humility, What recompense is kept in store or left V. THE GLEANER. SUGGESTED BY A PICTURE. THAT happy gleam of vernal eyes, That cheek-a kindling of the morn, 5 10 To scenes Arcadian, whispering, through soft air, What mortal form, what earthly face 15 20 24 'Mid that soft air, those long-lost bowers, The sweet illusion might have hung, for hours. Thanks to this tell-tale sheaf of corn, That touchingly bespeaks thee born Who, whether from their lowly bed 1828. 30 VI. TO A REDBREAST (IN SICKNESS). STAY, little cheerful Robin! stay, Though I, alas! may ne'er enjoy A charm, that thought can not destroy, Doth to thy strain belong. Methinks that in my dying hour Thy song would still be dear, And with a more than earthly power Then, little Bird, this boon confer, Come, and my requiem sing, Nor fail to be the harbinger Of everlasting Spring. 5 10 15 S. H. |