. Poems of religion and society. thless height,He treads oer burning lava; TO SALLY. 101 Or snuffs the Bohau Upas blight, The deathful plant of every peril he shall pas3, By Virtues shield protected;And still by Truths unerring glass His path shall be directed. Else wherefore was it, Thursday last,While strolling down the valley Defenceless, musing as I passdA canzonet to Sally ; A wolf, with mouth protruding snout,Forth from the thicket bounded— I clapped my hands and raised a shout-He heard—and fled—confounded. Tangier nor Tunis never bred An animal more crabbed ;Nor Fez, dry nu
. Poems of religion and society. thless height,He treads oer burning lava; TO SALLY. 101 Or snuffs the Bohau Upas blight, The deathful plant of every peril he shall pas3, By Virtues shield protected;And still by Truths unerring glass His path shall be directed. Else wherefore was it, Thursday last,While strolling down the valley Defenceless, musing as I passdA canzonet to Sally ; A wolf, with mouth protruding snout,Forth from the thicket bounded— I clapped my hands and raised a shout-He heard—and fled—confounded. Tangier nor Tunis never bred An animal more crabbed ;Nor Fez, dry nurse of lions, fed A monster half so Ararat so fierce a beast Has seen, since days of Noah;Nor strong, more eager for a feast, Tho fell constrictor boa. Oh! place me where the solar beamHas scorchd all verdure vernal; Or on the polar verge extreme,Blockd up with ice eternal— 102 TO SALLY, Still shall my voices tender laysOf love remain unbroken ; And still my charming Sally praise,Sweet smiling and sweet TO E B . 103 TO E B Oh ! wherefore, Lady, was my lot Cast from thy own so far ?Why, by kind Fortune, live we not Beneath one blessed star ?For, had thy thread of life and mine But side by side been spun,My heart had panted to entwine The tissue into one. And why should Time conspire To sever us in twain ?And wherefore have I run my race, And cannot start again ?Thy thread, how long! how short is mine. Mine spent—thine scarce begun:Alas ! we never can entwine The tissue into one But, take my blessings on thy name— The blessing of a sire;Not from a lovers furnace flame— Tis from a holier fire : 104 TO E- A thread unseen beside of thineBy fairy forms is spun— And holy hands shall soon entwineThe tissue into one.
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