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OH! BANQUET NOT.
Oh! banquet not in these shining bowers,
And many a cup in silence pour :
There while the myrtle's withering boughs,
We'll brim the bowl to broken vows,
To friends long lost--the changed-the dead.
Its branches o'er the dreary spot,
Where valour sleeps--unnamed-forgot!
INFLUENCE OF HOPE
ON THE HUMAN MIND.
At summer eve, when heaven's aërial bow
The promised joys of life's unmeasured way;
More pleasing seems than all the past hath been! And every form, that fancy can repair
From dark oblivion, glows divinely there.
What potent spirit guides the raptured eye
The pledge of joy's anticipated hour?
Ah! no; she darkly sees the fate of man-
'Tis nature pictured too severely true.
Primeval hope, the Aönian muses say,
When man and nature mourned their first decay;
When peace and mercy, banished from the plain,
Thus while Elijah's burning wheels prepare From Carmel's height to sweep the fields of air, The prophet's mantle, ere his flight began, Dropt on the world—a sacred gift to man.
Auspicious Hope! in thy sweet garden grow
sweep the furrowed lines of anxious thought away Campbell.
THE HEAVENLY REST.
There is an hour of peaceful rest,
To mourning wanderers given;
There is a soft, a downy bed,
'Tis fair as breath of even;
There is a home for weary souls,
By sin and sorrow driven;
There faith lifts the tearful eye,
The heart with anguish riven; And views the tempest passing by, The evening shadows quickly fly,
And all serene in heaven!
There fragrant flowers immortal bloom,
Appears the dawn of heaven!
THE WORLD PASSES AWAY.
This world is all a fleeting show,