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Poems.
And time that passes so swiftly by,
Though it chills the heart and dims the eye,
Can never teach affection to die,
Its fountain is above.
Though it chills the heart and dims the eye,
Can never teach affection to die,
Its fountain is above.
FOR AN ALBUM.
Could I but boast a Hemans' magic skill,
To guide my fancy and inspire my will,
To lead me through those amaranthine bowers,
Enriched by Poesy's unfading flowers,
Where the heart's sunshine gilds the mental shrine,
And cheers the feelings with a power divine,
Then might I seek to breathe my little lay,
Assured my powers would all my wish obey.
But since I claim no high poetic fire,
To waken melody within my lyre,
To teach my soul rich feelings to impart,
With the mysterious influence of art;
I'll be content with such as I can yield,
To be an humble votary in the field.
May all those gifted ones who e'er essay,
To wander in the muses' flowery way,
Feel inspiration's lofty, godlike power,
Infuse celestial radiance through each hour.
To guide my fancy and inspire my will,
To lead me through those amaranthine bowers,
Enriched by Poesy's unfading flowers,
Where the heart's sunshine gilds the mental shrine,
And cheers the feelings with a power divine,
Then might I seek to breathe my little lay,
Assured my powers would all my wish obey.
But since I claim no high poetic fire,
To waken melody within my lyre,
To teach my soul rich feelings to impart,
With the mysterious influence of art;
I'll be content with such as I can yield,
To be an humble votary in the field.
May all those gifted ones who e'er essay,
To wander in the muses' flowery way,
Feel inspiration's lofty, godlike power,
Infuse celestial radiance through each hour.
