vi CONTENTS. Page. THE BALLAD OF THE OYSTERMAN, FROM A BACHELOR'S PRIVATE JOURNAL, DOMESTIC THOUGHTS, 36 39 40 THOUGHTS IN DEJECTION, EVENING. BY A TAILOR, IS THY NAME MARY, MAIDEN FAIR? THE TWO SHADOWS, TO AN INSECT, THE TOAD-STOOL, MOONSHINE, STANZAS, 48 49 51 53 55 56 59 60 PART I. HYMN FOR THE BLIND. OH! thou, whose garment is the light, Whose throne the vaulted sky, Who spread the curtains of the night, And hung the stars on high : Thou, at whose word Creation rose, Though for our eyes no radiance glows, No living waters play; We waft the music of our hearts In gratitude to thee; For all the beams thy love imparts 2 THE DEPARTED. We see thee in thy sacred truth, By inspiration told; We see thy hand direct our youth, We see thee on our mental eye Oh! Father, hear our feeble hymn Behold us while we pray And pierce these helpless orbs, so dim, With thy celestial ray! THE DEPARTED. 'Tis sweet to believe of the absent we love, If we miss them below, we shall meet them above. THE departed! the departed! They visit us in dreams; And they glide above our memories, Like shadows over streams: Anon. |