Poems.
89
From Homer, Virgil, Milton's birth,
Down to the present day,
The "rhyming race" acknowledge him,
To hold resistless sway.
Down to the present day,
The "rhyming race" acknowledge him,
To hold resistless sway.
That constant friend, both firm and true,
To each good hearted poet,
Is Poverty! and every one
That ever rhymed, must know it.
To each good hearted poet,
Is Poverty! and every one
That ever rhymed, must know it.
STANZAS.
Sadness with all its busy train
Of musings, hovered o'er me,
And with a magic power threw
Its misty veil before me.
Of musings, hovered o'er me,
And with a magic power threw
Its misty veil before me.
It was not dark within my soul,—
A ray of heavenly love
I felt inspire my mental shrine,
With influence from above.
A ray of heavenly love
I felt inspire my mental shrine,
With influence from above.
But still I saw my spirits sink;
The world looked cold around me,
And friendship seemed but shadow's shade,
When twilight thus had found me.
The world looked cold around me,
And friendship seemed but shadow's shade,
When twilight thus had found me.
