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See the glow worm lits her fairy lamp,
"Twixt Holy-Loch and dark Dunoon; Her fairy lamp's pale silvery glare,
From the dew-clad, moorland flower,
When the distant beacon's revolving light
There the rush of the flow-tide's rippling wave
And the dim-seen steam-boat's hollow sound,
When the glow-worm lits her elfin lamp,
Eliza! with thee, in this solitude,
Life's cares would pass away,
TO MRS UNWIN.
Mary! I want a lyre with other strings,
Such aid from heaven as some have feigned they drew,
And undebased by praise of meaner things,
By seraphs writ with beams of heavenly light, On which the eyes of God not rarely look,
A chronicle of actions just and bright; There all thy deeds, my faithful Mary ! shine, And since thou own'st that praise-I spare thee mine.
ON THE DEATH OF A FAVOURITE CHILD.
When, years of pain and peril past,
Friends will lament the severed tie,
To waft the parted soul to heaven.
But when disease untimely sends
And on the bed of death extends
The child of happiest augury:
Then close the clouds of gloomy night
Such, innocent of heart! wert thou,
Still ring thy accents on the ear,
Flows from the font of memory.
Yet why should floods of sorrow flow
That thou, sweet little one, wert given To win the affections here below,
And bear them with thee back to heaven!
Religion tells us we shall meet
In regions of eternal day,
And mingle in communion sweet
When mortal things are past away.
And still forgotten while they go,
Though beautiful the moon-beams play
They cease and the soul is a silent cell,
Where music never played.
Dream follows dream through the long night-hours,
Each lovelier than the last
But ere the breath of morning-flowers,
That gorgeous world flies past.
many a sweet angelic cheek,
Whose smiles of love and kindness speak,
Glides by us on this earth
While in a day we cannot tell
Where shone the face we loved so well,
In sadness or in mirth.