ENDYMION AWAKING.

ENDYMION'S AWAKING.

Thus, in the bower

Endymion was calm'd to life again.

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Opening his eyelids with a healthier brain, He said; "I feel this thine endearing love All through my bosom; thou art as a dove Trembling its closed eyes and sleeked wings About me; and the pearliest dew not brings Such morning incense from the fields of May,

As do those brighter drops that twinkling

stray

From those kind eyes-the very home and haunt

Of sisterly affection.

Can I want

Aught else, aught nearer heaven, than such tears?

Yet dry them up, in bidding hence all fears That, any longer, I will pass my days

Alone and sad. No I will once more raise My voice upon the mountain-heights; once

more

Make my horn parley from their foreheads hoar;

Again my trooping hounds their tongues shall loll

Around the breathed boar; again I'll pull

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LESSON OF THE WILD FLOWERS.

The fair-gown yew-tree for a chosen bow;
And when the pleasant sun is getting low,
Again I'll linger in the sloping mead
To hear the speckled thrushes, and see feed
Our idle sheep. So be thou cheer'd, sweet!
And, if thy lute is here, softly entreat
My soul to keep in its resolv'd course.

Hereat Peona, in their silver source

Shut her pure sorrow-drops with glad exclaim, And took a lute, from which there pulsing

came

A lively prelude, fashioning the way

In which her voice should wander.

Keals.

THE LESSON OF THE WILD
FLOWER:

Flower npon the green hill side,

Thou, to shun the threatening blast,

In the grass thy head dost hide,
By the tempest overpast,
Then to greet the azure skies,

And to feel the soothing sun,

Brighter, sweeter thou dost rise,—

Tell me flower how this is done?

THOMAS CLARKSON.

"I will tell thee as thy friend,

Artless, timid, whispering low; To the blast 'tis good to bend

He who made me taught me so! While His teaching I obey,

I but fall to rise and stand,
Brighter for the stormy day,
Leaning on His viewless hand.

When to Him I've lowly bowed,
He with freshness fills my cup
From the angry searching cloud;
Then He gently lifts me up.

So I fall, and so I rise;

In the dark or sunny hour,
Minding Him who rules the skies!
He's my God, and I'm His flower!"

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THOMAS CLARKSON.

Man of the bold, brave heart!

God gifted thee with stemless will to dare, And to achieve. Men ne'er successless were, Who, with thy great endeavour, joined a pure, High, holy heart like thine, that could endure

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THOMAS CLARKSON.

Hatred, and scorn, aud toil that would have

crush'd

A weak, despairing spirit to the dust.

And now!

Time tells thy name unto eternity;--
A noble man reveal'd,

Thy soul of life unseal'd,

Thy life a battle-field,

Where fearless manhood set a race from bondage free!

Man of the dauntless soul !

Great in resistless goodness as was HE
Who came like summer forth of Galilee!
Who saves one living thing is ever blest;
Good actions soothe, like angel songs, his
rest;

And good men worship round the hero's grave
Who lived and died one land of earth to save

But thou!

Found a whole race of God-created men Slaves, bound and scourged, and vile with

every stain,

And now!

They tell what one soul-strengthen'd man can

do!

THOMAS CLARKSON.

That race is fetterless,

Thou pitiedst in distress;

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Thee, saviour, thee they bless, Great, Christ-like, pure and holy, good and true!

Man of the stainless life!

True hearts adore thy faithful earnestness, Thy hope, that, 'midst all trials, ne'er grew less,

Thy thoughtful love, that hatred never quench'd,

And perseverance;-power that would have

wrench'd

Aught good thy heart desired from Fortune's hand.

Chance, Fate, and Change, determin'd men command.

But thou!

Hadst nobler aims than those the foolish prize; Lov'dst mightier deeds than little men devise!

And now!

Giver of Freedom, who shall stand with thee?
Greater than throned kings,
Time o'er thy memory flings
Glorious imaginings!