Literary cadet and Rhode-Island statesman. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1827-1829, 1828-04-16

We give below, Mr.. Faificld's third number Of G.
Itch is far better than The preceding one'. 1t comb
re poetry than Is usully found in the same space,
es ample evidence, that bod man can write good
and that good poetry aud bad men sometimes associ;
To CLARA
Woes a weak hearts that never should he won,
Wrong OF dcuders 10y them,clye, undone CRoL
Would tie green curluin Of the grave
Were drawn around ny lpt cold rest,
As softly n yOu shadows wave
Around the TAR blue mn;lnt,ns breast
For length ui life Is length oi we,
And human love n, bet deceit
All we have kunwn-wc sliil shall know,
And we have mct-we stIll must meet
And wery grows or desert way
White evtty light, save Hopes, hath lied,
And that Is dun NJ winters day
With vainly watching o'cr the dead
Here We mui m'Ige with tie low,
And half forget our spirits power,
And feel nur burning bosoiBs grow
Cod a. their own wi'h every hour;
And we mus: wacn aud weep aid pray
To shHn lhe death that would he kind,
And iur the nerl 90 one poor day
Wrect nj the glul 90 u llie mind
None think as we have over thought,
Chained vassals To- their daily br ad
None know the feelings "a 1 have wrought
Such triumph Oe. The hrld aud neal!
They hear a yOlce--they see "A form,
'1is all they tkiuk--and al they caro-
They canned catch tie feelings warm,
Tie pride, the glory, the despair,
That pass, like evening lights, DER all
The moments of n spirits life,
Wrapping the EeaI within pill
Who's dark folds lienhlo In tie strife
Dark-6ak hath been, Though many scene,
Aly vayward ld oi yJiCd w,r,
And settled gloom doth lower brtwcen
Hope and augh better hc.e bel wv;
For friends iufsake snd !cs wax strong,
And e'cn ilo E,hble bow to me
Hatred, diSgiarc, CpprcSsiG,i, wrong,
Have scaled my utter destiny.
feel nCt now ~ once iCt--
The thrilling thTnb, ilie unbonding brow,
The unfllterlng knee that mover b"ni,
The heart, The soul, have lef. me now
And am doomed to wear away
The giffs once h0noucd Ivy ,hy praise,
And far--how far from bliss astray,
To end unknown my cherries days.
Wen be II so - would no, lie
One ot TIE herd loa,he enl -corI,
EW all the wealth ul l1iid agd sea,
ThCu,ii 'twefe ~ gi"rlois ~ tite rlorn.
! UoaIid not s,oop tp practise g'iio,
To dunn my ncigi,'nr NA 4 lie,
70 sack and piundcr with Il smile,
And follow piUrs iHtamy,
Though Eos We're n wOgld of gems,
And were monarch of the whole
Though forest leaves were didens,
Aud Gods image with Il sou, -
have an eye, spirit still
For Nature N her swerei mnod':
no silvery siIcam, tine sunny hill,
The majesty II soiltutle4
Tic music Of the waterfall,
Tie vcsper hymn at dIyiighis close,
Tie ragged rocks that tower ner al,
While the grass springs, Tire blue sky CLOVIS.
Mid these fair scenes hilf forget
The wrongs, the WOES, that have borne,
And, though my brightest star hath set,
Stretched on the clI | cease to mourn.
There's sweetness IN the Towering grove,
There's bcanty IN the wavelcss river,
And, while gaze abroad, love,
Adore, and hrs. the mighty Givcr,
And feel my spft borne away
Beyond the things Of common note,
Forgetful ufny du ard ciay,
On which The herd Of mortas dote
In tire old days of wisdom, when
child was horn, the flther wept:
lie knew his soul would turn again
Back io the fum where Il had slept,
When years lad tl'en away his strength,
And cares had cloulcd his bright brow,
And he had found that MI NJ length
Nerged into wue-an endless .toD
go they walled DER the birth Of one
Whose death hour would bring joy to al
Who loved him ere his race begun,
But loved hin more beneath the pail
Clan my strain is closing now
rris the last sweep Of breaking chords
'Tis the last pulse-the last dark How
Ofthe wild hearts ms ster!uus words
I've seen thee when thy heart was gay,
When sadness fitted oer thy face,
In merry crowds by night and day,
And kncelnc in the holy place;
And have loved as few can love,
Without hope, without n fear,
As flle heart glisncs fIrth above,
With the quick pul'e aud starting tear
Mud now-(my spirit quii5 tn think
meier shall ,peak Thy name agiino
! stand upon tie utmost brink
Tint bounds the path Of human pain.
The chain Is fUfged-hc doom is sealed
The kneli hath ioed-ihe hour Is come.
A guiding light hath been revealed
Through the dark maZeS Of earth's gloom;
And will follow on my way,
Like one whose task Is finished here
The unknown being ofa day,
Whose highest rapture was tear.
Clara farewell! the time hath been
When could sgh thy lovely name,
But that hath passed--and every scene
That led me on love and fame.
The woes bear twere vain 30 TIL