TO MRS. UNWIN. The twentieth year is well nigh past, Thy spirits have a fainter flow, 'Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary! Thy needles, once a shining store, Now rust disused, and shine no more; My Mary! For though thou gladly wouldst fulfil Thy sight now seconds not thy will, But well thou play'dst the housewife's part, And all thy threads with magic art Have wound themselves about this heart, My Mary! Thy indistinct expressions seem Like language uttered in a dream; Yet me they charm, whate'er the theme, My Mary! Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, For could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary! Partakers of thy sad decline, Thy hands their little force resign; Such feebleness of limbs thou prov'st, That now at every step thou mov'st Upheld by two; yet still thou lov'st, My Mary! And still to love, though prest with ill, In wintry age to feel no chill, With me is to be lovely still, My Mary! But ah! by constant heed I know, Transforms thy smiles to looks of woe, And should my future lot be cast, TO THE REV. MR. NEWTON. That ocean you have late surveyed, You, from the flood-controlling steep, To me, the waves that ceaseless broke Your sea of troubles you have passed, And found the peaceful shore; I, tempest-tossed and wrecked at last, HUMAN FRAILTY. Weak and irresolute is man; The bow well bent, and smart the spring, But Passion rudely snaps the string, Some foe to his upright intent Virtue engages his assent, But Pleasure wins his heart. "Tis here the folly of the wise, Bound on a voyage of awful length A stranger to superior strength, But oars alone can ne'er prevail, The breath of heaven must swell the sail, RETIREMENT. Far from the world, O Lord! I flee, The calm retreat, the silent shade, There if thy spirit touch the soul, Oh! with what peace, and joy, and love, Author and guardian of my life, Sweet source of light divine; And, all harmonious names in one, My Saviour, thou art mine! What thanks I owe thee, and what love, A boundless, endless store, Shall echo through the realms above, When time shall be no more. |