Ye sparkling stars, and pale-fac'd moon, Adieu! Adieu ! I journey to a blissful spot, Where your fair light is needed not; Adieu! Adieu ! FOR THE BLANK PAGE OF A NEW BIBLE. LET not the eye that idly seeks for mirth, The upright soul that scorns deceit and art, The eye mild gleaming thro' the contrite tear, The meek in spirit, and the pure in heart, Alone can find divine instruction here. This sheds a lustre o'er the darken'd skies, This, when the bloom of youth, the hour of ease, And star of fortune veil their fickle ray, When friendship's smile, and love's fond accents cease, Shall lead to raptures more sublime than they. This, from the wreck of joy that hope shall bring, Whose bright eye pierces thro' the mists of time; And from the urn of hope shall spread the wing, That wafts the spirit to a purer clime. EVENING THOUGHT. The evening zephyr on its wings For days and seasons past; And with it too, a voice it bears, TO A YOUNG LADY, ON hearing her observe that "accomplishments or talents ought not to excite vanity, but to lead our hearts in gratitude to our Bountiful Creator." SWEET is the blush of vernal rose, Than that which wakes the flatterer's gaze. And, fair one, when the hues that paint And nought remain of life or grace, The thought that wak'd the virtuous deed, Shall bloom where blight can never come. VAIN PURSUITS. Some rejoice in pleasure's beam, Darkness shades the fickle beam, REGARD DUE TO THE FEELINGS OF OTHERS. THERE is a plant that in its cell, And thus there is a conscious nerve, That from the rash or careless hand, The pressure rude, the touch severe, A nameless thrill, a secret tear, |