Our's is the reptile's lot, much toil, much blame, Manifold motions making little speed, And to deform and kill the things whereon we feed. 1808. LOVE, HOPE, AND PATIENCE IN Ο EDUCATION. 'ER wayward childhood would'st thou hold firm rule, And sun thee in the light of happy faces; Love, Hope, and Patience, these must be thy graces, Of Education,-Patience, Love, and Hope. Love too will sink and die. [Love. When overtasked at length Both Love and Hope beneath the load give way. Then with a statue's smile, a statue's strength, Stands the mute sister, Patience, nothing loth, And both supporting does the work of both. A A E colo descendit γνῶθι σεαυτὸν.—Juvenal. Haply thou mayst know what thyself had made. What hast thou, Man, that thou dar'st call thine own?— What is there in thee, Man, that can be known ?— A phantom dim of past and future wrought, "G Beareth all things.—2 Cor. xiii. 7. ENTLY I took that which ungently came," same. A wrong done to thee think a cat's eye spark Hi COMPLAINT. OW seldom, Friend! a good great man inherits Honour or wealth, with all his worth and pains! It sounds like stories from the land of spirits, If any man obtain that which he merits, Or any merit that which he obtains. REPROOF. FOR shame, dear Friend! renounce this canting strain ! What wouldst thou have a good great man obtain? Or throne of corses which his sword hath slain ?- And calm thoughts, regular as infant's breath;— And three firm friends, more sure than day and night Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death. WHAT IS LIFE? 1809. R ESEMBLES life what once was deemed of An absolute self-an element ungrounded— All that we see, all colours of all shade Is very By encroach of darkness made?-life by consciousness unbounded? And all the thoughts, pains, joys of mortal breath, A war-embrace of wrestling life and death? 1829. INSCRIPTION FOR A TIME-PIECE. - Each with its thought or deed, its Why or But know, each parting hour gives up a ghost 1830. MY BAPTISMAL BIRTH-DAY. GOD' OD'S child in Christ adopted,--Christ my What that earth boasts were not lost cheaply, rather The heir of heaven, henceforth I fear not death: Q ΕΠΙΤΑΦΙΟΝ ΑΥΤΟΓΡΑΠΤΟΝ. UÆ linquam, aut nihil, aut nihili, aut vix sunt mea-sordes Do morti;-reddo cætera, Christe! tibi. EPITAPH. TOP, Christian Passer-by!-Stop, child of God, A poet lies, or that which once seemed he.- That he who many a year with toil of breath He asked, and hoped, through Christ. Do thou the same! |