Poems . s, and must, from heaven, —Lead me a willing votary in thy train ;An humble one, indeed, but one whose heartWould fain receive thee to its inmost core,And cherish thee while vital heat remains;One who would prize thee as a valued gemOf countless worth, and bright and glorious lustre ;One who would love thee, one who loves thee who will ever love thee, as the friendOf virtue, wisdom, pity, and philanthrophy;One, sweet Poesy, who neer would barter thee for sordid sully thy pure flame with flatterys incense, ODE TO POESY. 53 Basely to court the smiles of eartlily greatne
Poems . s, and must, from heaven, —Lead me a willing votary in thy train ;An humble one, indeed, but one whose heartWould fain receive thee to its inmost core,And cherish thee while vital heat remains;One who would prize thee as a valued gemOf countless worth, and bright and glorious lustre ;One who would love thee, one who loves thee who will ever love thee, as the friendOf virtue, wisdom, pity, and philanthrophy;One, sweet Poesy, who neer would barter thee for sordid sully thy pure flame with flatterys incense, ODE TO POESY. 53 Basely to court the smiles of eartlily are there any such ? There are, t is true ;And pity tis tis true, and shame as well as few are they who thus pollute the fountOf famed Castalius, — sweet, pellucid draught!Then lead me. Poesy, to thy sweet may surely boast of her Parnassus ;Eor thou hast visited her sea-girt deigned to animate her bards to had her Homer, England boasts a 54 ON THE MELANCHOLY DEATH OF LIEU-TENANT HALSTED,* AN OFFICER OF THE 87tH FUSILIERS, INTERRED AT CHESTER,WITH MILITARY HONORS. See that mournful array ! Hark ! that drums muffled roll!T is a solemn lament For a warriors ! a hero s no more ; But we trust -it will proveHe was only advanced To the armies above. * He was killed by a fall from the top of Chester castle, and wasa young man of great promise, having distinguished himself in sev-eral engagements, during the Burmese war, in the East Indies. ON THE DEATH OF LIEUTENANT HALSTED. 55 How fell he ? In battle, While death raged around ?Did he sink at the moment With victory crowned ?No ! a conqueror in war, He in peace met his doom,Which so suddenly hurried him Into the tomb. In martial procession They follow the bier,While the dirge for the dead Slowly strikes on the ear;And the arms which in life He had never death, with deep grief. On his coffin are placed. And now, as the corse Is inclosed in the gro
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