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POEMS.
What though thou dost furrow the forehead with care,
Twine silvery threads in the glossy brown hair;
Bid the step lose its lightness, the heart be less
It were wisdom to welcome this outward decay.
Twine silvery threads in the glossy brown hair;
Bid the step lose its lightness, the heart be less
It were wisdom to welcome this outward decay.
As Nature's voice pierces its rayless abode,
Bids the chrysalis worm drop its cumbersome load;
So Time calls us forth from our dungeons of clay,
To pour on our darkness the glad light of day.
Bids the chrysalis worm drop its cumbersome load;
So Time calls us forth from our dungeons of clay,
To pour on our darkness the glad light of day.
When a friend breaks his chain, should the captive complain,
Spurn proffer of freedom and country again;
We justly might deem him ungrateful, untrue,
And false to the land where his first breath he drew.
Spurn proffer of freedom and country again;
We justly might deem him ungrateful, untrue,
And false to the land where his first breath he drew.
The storm-beaten mariner, nearing his home,
What recks he how wildly the billows may foam?
Though shattered his vessel and tattered her sail,
With faith in the pilot, he sings in the gale.
What recks he how wildly the billows may foam?
Though shattered his vessel and tattered her sail,
With faith in the pilot, he sings in the gale.
An exile—I'm glad that the months quickly pass,
That each falling sand leaves one less in Time's glass:
That each falling sand leaves one less in Time's glass:
