POEMS. "Ho, every one that thirsts, draw nigh-" Come, then the Spirit calls,-come near, SPIRIT OF SPRING. SPIRIT, that from the breathing south, Spirit of Spring, thou comest to wake, The slumbering energies of earth, The zephyr's breath, to thee, we owe, Spirit of Spring, when the cheek is pale, There is health, in thy balmy air, And peace, in that brow of beaming bright, Spirit of health, peace, joy, and hope, Spirit of Spring. 1833. Yet fail it must, for it comes of earth, But oh! there's a changeless world above, The holy hopes, that earth has crost, And the friends, so dear, we have loved and lost, Who will not watch, and strive, and pray, To join the throng, of saints in light, THE AMULET OF GRACE. Written in "the Amulet." DEAREST, could thy husband get, With his blood, an amulet, That could charm away thy woe, From his heart the stream should flow. But from mortal misery, Such redemption may not be; Vain before the holy God, Oceans filled with human blood. Yet let heaven and earth resound, Such a ransom has been found, Dearest, let that fountain be, Seek it, sweet one, while you may, TO MY DEAR SISTER. My sister, I remember, How lonely was my heart, Till thou, in all its joys and griefs, The pleasure and the pride, My sister, since you joined me, Through what vicissitudes, we've passed, Of darkness and of day. Yet still, thy love has steadfast been, My sister, to repay thee Is only, with the Lord, And He can make thy love, its own O! ever may His sheltering shield, And brightest beams of light, direct PHILADELPHIA, March 2, 1834. TO WILLIAM CROSWELL. "Perennis et Fragrans." WILLIAM, my brother and my bosom friend! Hand grasping hand, and heart enclosed in heart, Each of the other's life, breath, being, part; Breasting as one, time's rough and rugged weather. Poet and Priest, as in thy face I look, So full of thought, so tranquil, so benign, With pride of soul, to hail thee friend of mine, I greet thee, with the legend of this book:"Fragrant and lasting," be thy memory here, And then a fadeless crown, through heaven's immortal year! BURLINGTON, Nov. 7, 1834. A PRAYER. GRANT me, great Lord, Thy graces three, To suffer all; to know no pride; POEMS. Teach me, through every earthly ill, Then Faith, and Hope, and Charity Will lead me on, to Heaven, through Thee. THE GERANIUM LEAF. "It grew and blew, in my little room, and I pressed it in my Bible." TEN thousand thanks, my dearest, for this precious little leaf, I gaze upon its greenness, and I think of where it blew, Be ever thus, my gentle one, the Bible at thy side, 1838. SPRING THOUGHTS. DEAREST, those purple flowers, They seem to me to spring, From the grave of him, whose loving breast Of each beautiful thought and thing. Dearest, those early flowers, They speak to me of him, With the youthful mind, so richly stored |