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There rose no day, there roll'd no hour
Of pleasure unembitter'd ;
And not a trapping deck'd my power
That gall'd not while it glitter'd.
The serpent of the field, by art
It will not list to wisdom's lore,
The soul that must endure it.
WHEN COLDNESS WRAPS THIS SUFFER ING CLAY.
WHEN coldness wraps this suffering clay,
Ah, whither strays the immortal mind?
It cannot die, it cannot stay,
But leaves its darken'd dust behind.
Then, unembodied, doth it trace
Eternal, boundless, undecay'd,
Before creation peopled earth,
eye shall roll through chaos back; And where the furthest heaven had birth,
The spirit trace its rising track. And where the future mars or makes,
Its glance dilate o'er all to be,
While sun is quench'd or system breaks,
Above or Love, Hope, Hate, or Fear,
age shall fleet like earthly year;
Its years as moments shall endure. Away, away, without a wing,
O'er all, through all, its thought shall fly A nameless and eternal thing,
Forgetting what it was to die.
VISION OF BELSHAZZAR.
THE King was on his throne,
In Judah deem'd divine-
The godless Heathen's wine!
In that same hour and hall,
Came forth against the wall,
And wrote as if on sand:
The fingers of a man:-
Along the letters ran,
And traced them like a wand.
The monarch saw, and shook, And bade no more rejoice; All bloodless wax'd his look, And tremulous his voice. "Let the men of lore appear, "The wisest of the earth, "And expound the words of fear, "Which mar our royal mirth."
Chaldea's seers are good,
But here they have no skill; And the unknown letters stood Untold and awful still.
And Babel's men of age
Are wise and deep in lore;
But now they were not sage, They saw-but knew no more.
A captive in the land,
A stranger and a youth,
The lamps around were bright,
He read it on that night,—
The morrow proved it true.
“Belshazzar's grave is made,
"The Persian on his throne!"
SUN OF THE SLEEPLESS.
SUN of the sleepless! melancholy star!