MISCELLANEOUS POEMS, Some of which are in the CUMBERLAND DIALECT. By JOHN STAGG, Hail, holy light! offspring of Heav'n first-born! Thee I revifit fafe, And feel thy fovereign vital lamp; but thou Cease I to wander, where the Mufes haunt. MILTON. SECOND EDITION. WORKINGTON: PRINTED BY W. BORROWDALE, In the Market Place. ORIGINAL POETRY, HA AN ELEGY. ARK where yon fadly, mournful, paffing bell, Burfts on the gale with melancholy toll; 'Tis forrow's voice, that deeply awfull knell, That fummon's hence the fair Celeftia's foul. Ah fhe is gone! thou Mufe of Sorrow weep; Oh cruel death! nor yet to her fevere, Thy mandate she with fortitude could bear, To her no fhare of poignant woe was given, Kind Providence that fees and governs all, Beheld her fuff'rings, nor beheld in vain ; He fummon'd: chearful fhe obey'd the call, And left for endless blifs a life of pain. Pure was her life, and spotlefs was her mind, The famifh'd ftranger and the child of want, At life's fad woes her tender bofom heav'd. And thou, O Mufe! with fympathetic heart, A part that claims thy pity and thy praise. But foft: calm reafon calls; forbear to mourn, Nor dare divine Omniscience to offend; Who gave, may fure exact a just return, As long as memory in me fhall live, Will I regret the fad and fatal day, A tributary tear to her I'll give, Ne'er fhall her lovly image fade away! Kind Heav'n no fooner blefs'd me with a friend, Than death, relentless, did his rage extend, And with rudc hands the bonds of friendship tore. OCCASIONAL REFLECTIONS. HAT fragrant odours fcent the gale, Diffus'd from yon fair blushing rofe'; What fweets the various flowers exhale, What grand, what lively dies disclose. How fweetly fmiles th' autumnal year, And warbling fongfters hail the dawn. Hufh'd are the winds, fave where the breeze. And murm'ring through the waving trees, The charms of chearfulness extend The pinion'd warblers of the grove, Pour forth in praise their warbling lay. |