Where our fire-side comforts sit Oh! they wander wide, who roam, Nearer, nearer bands of love A HERMITAGE. WHOSE is this humble dwelling-place, Well, he has peace within and rest, Though nought of all the world beside ; Yet, stranger, deem not him unblest, Who knows not avarice, lust, or pride. Nothing he asks, nothing he cares No need of light, though all be gloom, No gay companion here; no wife Nor joy, nor sorrow, enter here, This dwelling is a hermit's cave, THE FALLING LEAF. WERE I a trembling leaf, I should be loth to fall Weltering in mire, and spurn'd by all, Till trodden down to clay. Nor would I choose to die All on a bed of grass, Where thousands of my kindred lie, And idly rot in mass. Nor would I like to spread No, on the wings of air Might I be left to fly, I know not and I heed not where ; A waif of earth and sky! Or flung upon the stream, Curl'd like a fairy-boat, As through the changes of a dream, Who that hath ever been, Could bear to be no more? Yet who would tread again the scene, He trod through life before? On, with intense desire, Man's spirit will move on; It seems to die, yet, like heaven's fire, It is not quench'd, but gone. ON PLANTING A TULIP-ROOT. HERE lies a bulb, the child of earth, Ere long to spring, by second birth, 'Tis said that microscopic power This, vernal suns and rains will swell, Two shapely leaves will first unfold, Not one of Flora's brilliant race A form more perfect can display; Art could not feign more simple grace, Yet, rich as morn of many a hue, When flushing clouds through darkness strike, The tulip's petals shine in dew, All beautiful,--but none alike. N Kings, on their bridal, might unrobe And queens, their sceptre, crown, and globe, Here could I stand and moralize; THE ADVENTURE OF A STAR. Addressed to a Young Lady. A STAR Would be a flower; So down from heaven it came, And, in a honeysuckle bower, Lit up its little flame. There on a bank, beneath a shade, By sprays, and leaves, and blossoms made, It overlook'd the garden-ground, -A landscape stretching ten yards round: O what a change of place From gazing through th' eternity of space. Gay plants on every side Their ravishing perfumes : |