The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1827-08-09
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From tic Ne,o. Hapcn Journal.

From tic New. Hapen Journal.
At the close of the Senior examination il
Yale College, recently, Farewell Addres
was delivered by Mr.. r. T. Merwin, Of thi
city, before a large audience in the Colleg
Chapel, comprising the Faculty and Student
Of the Institution, and numerous citizens il
town. MN, p. Willis, of Boston, also pro
nounced Poem on the same occasion will
good effect, Of which the following is an ex
tract
SO lives the soul Of man. IL is the thirst
OF his immortal nature, and no rends
The rock for secret fountains, and pursues
The path ofthe illmitablc wind
For mysteres--and this is human pride
There is a gentler elomcnt-and man
May breathe IL with a calm unruilied soul,
And drink its living waters till his heart
Ispure and this is human happiness.
Its secret and it's evidence are writ
In the broad book Of nature. "Tis TO have
Attentive and believing faculties
To go abroad rejoicing in the Joy
Ofbeautiful and well created things;
To love the voice of waters, and the sheen
Ofsilver fountains leaping 10 the sea
10 thrill with tho rich melody oibirds
Living their life ofmusic TO be glad
In the gay sunshine, rcverent in the storm
And find calm thoughts beneath the whisper
To see, and hear, and breathe the evidence
Ot Gods deep wisdom in tho natural world.
IL is To lingcr on the magic face
Of human beauty, and from light and shade
Alike TO draw lesson; It's to love
The cadences of voices that are tuned
BY purity and majesty Of thought;
To dwell on womans beauty like a star
Whose purity and distance make it fair;
And IN the gusl of music 10 be still,
And feel that II has purified the heart.
Ii is to love all virtue for itso IT,
All nature for its breathing evidence
And when the eye hath seen aud when the ear
Hath drank the beautiful harmony of the world
IL Is 70 humble the imperiec mind
And lean the broken spirit upon God.
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a ,oper 10 his mistress on her bridal ero.
II is the tender twilight hour;
And glmmerng through yon russell bower
The dying light is seen
Giving family glowing tinge
To the deep vines that gently fringe
Its iattlccs of green.
The mellow whistle still is heard
Ofthat same dear, familiar bird,
We used 10 love so well,
Ere had known the parting pain,
Or bliss Of meeting thee again,
My own dear Rosabelle.
All love thou never canst forget,
When on tho green our hamlet met,
And merry pipes were played,
How from the dance we stole away,
And trcmblingly led the way
To yonder lovely shade
We reached the bower the moonbeams fell
Fall on my lovely Rosabellc.
Making the fair more fair.
Like vines round marble pillars hung,
so round her polished neck were flung
Her sunny wreaths Of hair.
Her angel face was turned aside,
The blush of innocence TO hide,
That DER her features stole,
We ne er before had been alono,
Nor had ] ever dared 60 own
The love that filled my soul
oh tell mo why in that strange hour,
Beauty had such mysterious power.
For though convulscd with fears,
With passion not 10 DO rcpressed,
Ithrew myselfupon thy breast,
And told my love in tears.
Thou vert subdued, heard thy sobs,
ielt Thy bosoms answering tbrobs,
Thy tears were mixed with mine.
We knew that every doubt was done,
Our hearts had melted into one,
On feelings holy shrine.
But when tho shock that open threw
Our hosoms TO each others view
In gentle murmurs died.
The morn of love, twas heaven to trace,
just opening in thy beaming face.
In all its blusbng pride.
Then Rosobollc, for mcmory's sake.
Our way To that same bower we II tako,
That saw Loves roscate dawn:
For this is courtship's latest eve:
And there our bridal wreath we II weave,
To grace the coming morn.
All nature seems our bliss 10 share;
Spirits of JOY are in the air
They wave their rainbow wings,
And shed on this suspicious night,
A glow of pure, olysian light
Ger ull created things. ROWENA
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