Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1902-05-09

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THE PLEASURES OF HOPE.
Thomas Campbell.
(C0nhnued.)

10 at the couch where infant beauty sleeps,
Her silent watch the mournful mother keeps;
She while the lovely babe unconscious lies,
Smiles on her sumbering child with pensve eyes,
And weaves a song of melancholy joy
"Seep, image of thy father, sleep, my boy;
No lingering hour of sorrow shall be thine
No sigh that rends thy fathers heart and mne
Bright as his manly sire the shall be
In form and soul but, ah more blest than he
Thy fame, thy worth, thy filial love at last,
Shall soothe his aching heart for all the past
With many smile my solitude repay,
And chase the worlds ungenerous scorn away.
"And say, when summon'd from the world and thee,
| lay my head beneath the willow tree,
Wilt Mon sweet mourner at my stone appear,
And sooth my parted spirit lingering near?
Oh, wilt thou come at evening hour to shed
The tears Of Memory DER my narrow bed;
With aching temples on thy hand reclined,
Muse on the last farewell leave behind,
Breathe deep sigh to winds that murmur low,
And think on all my love, and all my woe?"
So speaks affection, the infant eye
Can look regard, or brighten in reply;
But when the cherub lip hath learnt to claim
A mothers by that endearing name;
Soon as the playful innocent can prove
A tear of pity, or a smile of love,
Or cons his murmuring task beneath her care,
Or lisps with holy look his evening prayer,
Or,gazing, mutely pensve, sits to hear
The mournful ballad warbed in his ear;
How fondy looks admiring HOPE the while
At every artless tear, and every smile!
How glows the joyous parent to descry
A guileess bosom, true to sympathy
Where is the troubled heart consignd to share
Tumultuous tolls, or solitary care,
Unbles by visionary thoughts that stray
To count the Joys of Fortunes better day?
Lo, nature, life, and liberty reume
The dim-eyed tenant OF the dungeon gloom,
A long-lost friend, or hapess child restored,
Smiles at his blazing hearth and social board;
Warm from his heart the tears of rapture flow,
And virtue triumphs DER remembered woe.
Glide not his peace, proud Reason nor destroy
The shadowy forms of uncreaed JOY,
That urge the lingering tide of life, and pour
Spontaneous slumber on his midnight hour.
Hark the wild maniac sings, to chde the gale
That watts SO slow her lovers distant sail
: She, sad spectatress, on the wintry shore,
Watchd the rude surge his shoudess that bore,
Knew the pale form, and, shreking in amaze,
Casp'd her cold hands, and fx'd her maddenng gaze
Poor widow'd wretch twas there she wept in vain,
Till Memory fled her agonzing brain )
But Mercy gave, to charm the of woe,
Ideal peace, that truth could ne'er bestow;
Warm on her heart the joys of Fancy beam,
And amless HOPE delights her darkest dream.
Oft when yon moon has climb'd the midnight sky,
And the lone seal bird wakes its widest cry,
Piled on the steep her blazing fagots burn
TO hail the bark that can return
And still she waits but scarce forbears to weep
That constant love linger the deep.
And mark the wretch, whose wanderings never knew
The worlds regard, that sooths, though half untrue;
Whose erring heart the lash of sorrow bore,
But found not pity when it err'd no more.
Yon friendless man, at whose detected eye
TIL unfeeng proud one looks and passes by,
CONDEMNED on Penurys barren path to roam,
Scorn'd by the world, and left without home
Even he, at evening, should he chance to stray
Down by the hamlets hawthorn scented way,
Where, round the cots romantic glade
The blossom'd bean-fed, and the sloping green,
Leans DER its humble gate, and thinks the while
Some hamlet shade, to yield my sickly form
Health in the breeze, and shelter in the storm
There should my hand no stnted boon assign
To wretched hearts with sorrow such mine J.
That generous wish can soohe implied care,
And HOPE half mingles with the poor mans prayer
HOPE when l mourn with sympathizing mind
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