The Massachusetts spy, and Worcester County advertiser. [volume] ([Worcester, Mass.]) 1825-1831, 1829-09-02
Prom IL. London Forget Ne Not, for 1897.

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And tells the broken hearted
There are brighter worlds than this;
The moon that courses through the sky,
Liks mans uncertain doom,
Now shining bright with borrowed light,
Now wrapp'd in deepest gloom
Or when eclipsed, q dreary blank,
<aA fearful emblem given
OF the heart shut. out by sinful world
From the blessed light of heaven:
The flower that freely casts its wealth
OF perfume on the gale;
Theibreeze that mourns the summer close
With melancholy wall;
The stream that cleaves the mountain side,
Or gurgles from the grot-
All speak in their Creators name,
And say forget me not
When mans vain heart is swoll'n with pride,
And his naughty lip is curled,
And from the scorner's seat he smiles
Contempt upon the world
Where glitter crowns and coronets
Like stars that gem the skies,
And fattory's incense rises thick
To blind monarch's eyes,
Where the courter's tongue, with facile lie,
A royal ear beguiles;
Where suitors live promises,
And sycophants on smiles;
Where each, as in theatre,
Is made to play his part;
Where the diadem hides troubled brow,
And the star an aching heart;
There, even there, mid pomp and power,
Is oft voice that calls
"Forget me not J" in thunder,
Throughout the palace halls.
Or in hle house of banqueting,
When the mad ming bowl is flush,
And the shameless rbald boasts of deeds
For which his cheek should blush;
Where from the oft drained goblets bilHl
The eye of mirth it lit;
Where the cold conceits of the triher's brain
Pass for the coin of wit;
Where flattery sues to woman's ear,
And tells his tale again,
And beauty smiles on things so mean
We blush to call them men;
Where lis sad to hear the fippant tongue
Apply its hackneyed arts
Oh, their heads would be the hollowest things
But for their follower hearts
But hist the jewellers shout is stilled,
The song, the jest forgot;
The hair is snapp'd-the sword descends,
With dread Forget me not
Go, HE thee to the rank church-yard,
Where fits the shadowy ghost,
And see how little pride has left
Wherein to raise boast;
See beauty claiming sistcrhood
With the noisome reptile worm
Oh, where IRE all the graces fled
That once array'd her form
Fond hope no more on her smile will feed,
Nor wither at her frown;
Her head will rest more quiet now
Than when he slept on down
With cloven crest and bloody shroud
This once proud warrior lies;
And the patriots heart bath not one throb
To give to q nations cries.
A solemn voice will greet thine ear
As thou ling'rest round the spot,
And cry from out the sepulchre-
"Frail man forget me not"
"Foreet me notr" the thunder roars,
As it bursts It's sulphury cloud;
IT'S murmur'd by the distant hills
In echoes long and loud;
It's written by the Almighty's hand
In characters of fame,
When the lghtning's CLEAN with vivid flash
And his wrath and power proclaim.
IT'S murmur'd when the white wave falls
Upon the wreek-strewn shore,
And hoary warrior bows his crest
When his days work is Ger.
Go, speed thee forth, when the beamy sun
O'erthrows the reign of night,
And strips the scene of its misty robe,
And arrays it in diamonds bright;
Oh as thou drinkest health and Joy
In the fresh and balmy air,
Forget me not" in a still small voice,
Win surely greet thee there.
Oh, who that sees the vermeil cheek
Grow day by day more pale,
And beauty's form to shrink before
The summers gentlest gale,
But thinks of Him, the Mighty One,
BY whom the blow is given.
As if the fairest flowers Of earth
Were early pluck'd for Heaven.
oh, yes, on every side we see
Tho impress Of his hand
The air we breathe is full of him,
And the earth on which we stand.
Yet needless man regards it not,
But life's uncertain day
In idle hopes and vain regrets,
Thus madly wastes away.
But in his own appointed time
He will not be forgot;
Oh in that hour Of fearful strife,
Great God " Forget me not"