Chill'd by snow or scorch'd by flame, Type of truth, and emblem fair Of virtue struggling through despair,— Dreads no anguish, fears no harm; Can, with more than equal power, XXVII. THE TWO APRIL MORNINGS. WE walked along, while bright and red Uprose the morning sun; And Matthew stopped, and looked, and said, "The will of God be done!" A village Schoolmaster was he, And on that morning, through the grass Then, from thy breast what thought, Beneath so beautiful a sun, So sad a sigh has brought ?" A second time did Matthew stop; Upon the eastern mountain-top, "Yon cloud, with that long purple cleft, Brings fresh into my mind A day like this, which I have left Full thirty years behind. F "And just above yon slope of corn Such colours, and no other, Were in the sky that April morn, Of this the very brother. "With rod and line I sued the sport Which that sweet season gave, And, coming to the church, stopped short Beside my daughter's grave. "Nine summers had she scarcely seen, The pride of all the vale ; And then she sang-she would have been A very nightingale. "Six feet in earth my Emma lay; And yet I loved her more, For so it seemed, that till that day I e'er had loved before. "And, turning from her grave I met, A blooming girl, whose hair was wet "A basket on her head she bare; Her brow was smooth and white: To see a child so very fair, It was a pure delight! "No fountain from its rocky cave "There came from me a sigh of pain Which I could ill confine; I looked at her, and looked again: Matthew is in his grave, yet now, XXVIII. SELF-EXAMINATION. LET not soft slumbers close my eyes, The train of actions through the day: Or into what new follies run? XXIX. TO SOPHIA. WHERE do I love to see The one so dear to me? Is it at the halls of dazzling light, Where beauty, with her magic wand, |