. Poems . ON A TEAR. Oh ! that the Chemists magic artCould crystalHze this sacred treasure!Long should it glitter near my heart,A secret source of pensive pleasure. The little brilliant, ere it fell,Its lustre caught from Chloes eye ;Then, trembling, left its coral cell—The spring of Sensibility ! 181 Sweet drop of pure and pearly light!In thee the rays of Virtue shine;More calmly clear, more mildly bright,Than any gem that gilds the mine. Benign restorer of the soul!Who ever flyst to bring relief,When first we feel the rude controulOf Love or Pity, Joy or Grief. The sages and the poets theme,
. Poems . ON A TEAR. Oh ! that the Chemists magic artCould crystalHze this sacred treasure!Long should it glitter near my heart,A secret source of pensive pleasure. The little brilliant, ere it fell,Its lustre caught from Chloes eye ;Then, trembling, left its coral cell—The spring of Sensibility ! 181 Sweet drop of pure and pearly light!In thee the rays of Virtue shine;More calmly clear, more mildly bright,Than any gem that gilds the mine. Benign restorer of the soul!Who ever flyst to bring relief,When first we feel the rude controulOf Love or Pity, Joy or Grief. The sages and the poets theme,In eveiy clime, in every age;Thou charmst in Fancys idle Reasons philosophic page. That very law * which moulds a bids it trickle from its source,That law preserves the earth a guides the planets in their course. * The law of TO A VOICE THAT HAD BEEN LOST. VaJie, quid affectas facieni milii ponere, pictor? Aeiis et linguae sum filia ; Et, si vis similem pingere, pinge sonum.—AusonhS. Once more, Enchantress of the soul,Once more we hail thy soft controul.—Yet whither, whither didst thou fly?To what bright region of the sky ? 183 Say, in what distant star to dwell ?(Of other worlds thou seemst to tell)Or trembling, fluttering here below,Resolved and unresolved to go,In secret didst thou still impartThy raptures to the pure in heart? Perhaps to many a desert shore,Thee, in his rage, the Tempest bore;Thy broken murmurs swept along,Mid Echoes yet untuned by song;Arrested in the realms of Frost,Or in the wilds of Ether lost. Far happier thou! twas thine to soar,Careering on the winged triumphs who shall dare explore ?Suns and their systems left tract of space, no distant shock of elements at war,Did thee detain. Thy wing of fireBore thee amid the Cherub-choir;And there awhile to th
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