Literary cadet and Rhode-Island statesman. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1827-1829, 1827-04-18
POETRY.

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lin the lines whicn we shall copy in a mo-
rosnf, we recognize the pon and gifted muse,
OF GEoR0E ID. PRENTIcE, Esq. young gen.
tleman, graduated at Brown University. and
more recently Student at Law We have
long been acquainted with Mr.. Prentice's po-
etry, and esteem him as one Of the ablest and
most classical bards Of the continent. His
Muse, If ndulgcd in her own way, would long
since have acquired no mean distinction, but
Mr.. Prentice has not suffered her to play up
on her chosen Tyre, and has forced her to
chant lays, not congenial with her habits and
taste. prediction for sarcasm, has led
Mr.. Prentice too often as,ray; and though he
has drank largely of the Heliconian waters, he
has suffered his chalice TO be impregnatcd with
deeterious particles, and poisonous ingredients.
In his satirical productions, he far surpasses
the severity and ridicule Of Doctor Walcott,
and by indulging taste for satire, has made
many enemies, who, whilst he lives, will be
but lily prepared to forgive him.
Respecting his genius, and admiring his
muse, we cannot but hope he will hereafter
give scope to her playfulness, and thus secure
20 himself that honest fame to hich he is en-
titled1
FROM THE HARTFORD TIMES.
MORNING IN SPRING.
How sweet the landscape! Morning twines
Her tresses round the brow of day,
And bright msts DER the forest pines,
Like happy Spirits, float away.
To revel on the mountains crown,
Whence the glad stream comes shouting down
Thro' woods and rocks, that hang on high
Like clouds against the deep blue sky.
The woven sounds Of bird and stream,
Are stealing beautiful and deep
Upon the spirit like dream
OF music on the hour Of sleep;
And gently from the dewy bowers,
Soft murmurs, like the bro. III Of flowers,
Are winding through the purple grove,
And blending with the notes Of Love.
The streams in veins of beauty flow;
The sunrise guile Ger flower and tree
So lightly breathes, it scarce would blow
A fairy bark upon the sea;
II comes so fresh, go wild, 80 sweet,
II draws the heart from its retreat
To mingle with the glories born
In the first holy light Of morn.
The lake, unruffed by the breeze,
'imiles in its sweet unbroken rest,
As it were dreaming of the trees
And blossoms pictured on its breast;
It's depths are glowing bright and fair,
And the deep skies seem hallowed there,
Soft tremblng-as they felt the thrill
OF music echoed from the hill.
A cloud is on the sky above,
And calmly DER the young years blue
'Tis coming, like thing of Love,
To gladden. in the rising dew;
Its white waves with the sunlight blend,
And gentle Spirits seem to bend
From its unrollng folds, to hear
The glad sounds Of our joyous sphere.
The living soul Of beauty fills
Tho air with glorious visions-bright,
They linger round the sunny hills
And wander in the clear blue light;
Oft to the breathing heavens they GO
Along the earth they live and glow
Shed o'er the lake their happy smiles,
And beckon to its glittering Isles.
OH al this hour-when air and earth .
Are gushing Love, and Joy and Light,
And songs Of gladness hail the birth
OF all that's beautiful and bright;
Each heart beats high-cach thought is blown
To fame--tho Spirit drinks the tone
Ofbrighter worlds, and melts away
In visions of Eternal day.
IL. PENsERoso.
JeweH city, .April 2, 1927.