A HYMN.* My Maker! of thy power the trace From all that meets or eye or ear, There falls a genial holy fear Which, like the heavy dew of morn, Refreshes while it bows the heart forlorn! Great God! thy works how wondrous fair! The whole Earth's voice and mind! 1814. See Note. HUMAN LIFE, ON THE DENIAL OF IMMORTALITY. IF dead, we cease to be; if total gloom Whose sound and motion not alone declare, Which, as she gazed on some nigh-finished vase, She formed with restless hands unconsciously! If rootless thus, thus substanceless thy state, Go, weigh thy dreams, and be thy hopes, thy fears, The counter-weights!-Thy laughter and thy tears Mean but themselves, each fittest to create, And to repay the other! Why rejoices Thy heart with hollow joy for hollow good? Why cowl thy face beneath the mourner's hood, Why waste thy sighs, and thy lamenting voices, Image of image, ghost of ghostly elf, That such a thing as thou feel'st warm or cold? SEPARATION.* A SWORDED man whose trade is blood, Thro' jungle, swamp, and torrent flood, The dazzling charm of outward form, The power of gold, the pride of birth, Is not true Love of higher price O! Asra, Asra! couldst thou see There's such a mine of Love for thee, (This separation is, alas! Too great a punishment to bear; O! take my life, or let me pass That life, that happy life, with her!) The perils, erst with steadfast eye * See Note. 1816. ON TAKING LEAVE OF 1817.* To know, to esteem, to love-and then to part, O'er which my spirit, like the mother dove, Might brood with warming wings !-O fair as kind, The forms of memory all my mental food, * See Note |