In tenderest eyes for thee.
—Yet we, who know
That Earth hath many discords for a soul
Fine-ton'd and seraph-strung, and that the feet
Which fain would follow Christ, are sometimes held
In the dark meshes of a downward course
Till strong repentance turn them back with tears,
Do feel thy gain.
'Tis well thou art at home,
Spirit of melody and peace and love.
TO THE EVENING STAR.
Pure Planet! to the darkened west
Holding thy cresset lone,
Opposing clouds thy course molest,
And shade thy silver throne;
But soaring o'er the troubled scene
Unmov'd by frowns of time,
Thou with fair brow and ray serene
Dost hold thy way sublime.
Oh! that I might like thee discern
My chequer'd path aright,
And from the Fount that fills thy urn
Drink undelusive light,
And when that storm which all must meet
Shall chill my throbbing breast,
Ascending gain that peaceful seat
Where all the weary rest.
