The ladies' garland. [volume] (Harpers-Ferry, Va. [W. Va.]) 1824-1828, 1826-02-04

storms and uncertainty of life.
Look on the. yout hfu poet--with him the
world rs vet young, and all is drest in JOY and
gladness-the elements he breathes, the flow
ers that bloom in their fragrance arosnd him,
all are source of pleasure, pure, holy, and un-
alleged. He sees the world as men'ds bright
q and beautiful picture: to him it is a scene of
cam and unstained deli ght, for he is a stranger
tQ It's worthfessness, and has never wept over
the desolation Of the heart, or the deusive
mockery thatdestroys the first energies ofyouth-
iul eXistence-he gazes in silent alteration on
the midnight moon, as She careers through the
dark blue sky He seeks the solitude Of the
lonely wood, and listens to the signing Of the
breeze and murmur of the waters He loves
the nights, for the world is quiet, and he j, left
alone with his own high thoughts He stretches
forth his hand, and the shadow things of the
invisible world are before him-the : tirmless
and the void" But, there is in his eve a bright
and unearhiy light; there is in his cheek flush,
but not OF health; the spring comes in jov and
gladness ; the summer passes in glory and
Brightness and his loved autumn, with her me
lancholy, vet sSlt and pen~ivc beauty, fingers
around him The SKY j, bright over him. and
the moon sheds her silver light from the OK
pansc of heaven. But he sees them net; ere
the last leaf had fallen from the wthercd tree,
the 8 dark angel had his bow, and the grave
closed over the victim of thought, and the mar
tyr Of sensibility forever
Some have past away early, but in glory and
triumph; their path was short but bright, and
like the erratic comet. left behind the cmcm-
hrance Of its sp!endor. for mani,ind to pause and
wonder at. They are among the lofty of earth,
and the loved of men" Their proudes; mau-
solemn is nations gratitude-thcir highest Gu
Icy people, praise.
The shores Of the Morea viii long rcsound
to the name Of our lamentel Byron, and many
a Grecian maiden weep il mournfl tenderness
over the carly fate of him, who poured his
sweetest strains ID praise lf her native land,
and whose LIST SIGH was hrcathe1 in prayer
ior it, welfare. He del in the cline he loved.
the classic soil Of the buried brave, too 50 N in
decd to witness its rcrcncrItci liberty, but vet,
while all h> f,ne and glory was fresh upcn I!itu.
As long as the memory Of their liarm1di',, shall
animate lie bosom Of the warrior Greek As
long as their land is remembered in story. or
celebrated in Sor@. the name Of Byron VIII be
connected with I'll that is ennnblng il intellect.
or ,lelated in the human character
There is while musin@ over the grave of &C.
MUS holy feeling that pcrvades the heart,
something that is allied to til" ~ottc>t and no
best portion of our nature We revere The ta-
Tents of the departed We adnir the mind
that sleeps beneath the :. stored Urn" and We
mourn over the mysterious decree Of fate, which
wills that the young and gifted should pass
away in the morning Of life, and ere the high
promise of their dawn was accomplished.
We mus. not close this brief ard hasty article,
without a passing notice, and tribute of deep
and uneigned admiration, to the memory Of
another genius, whe has paid within few short