THE CORAL GROVE. DEEP in the wave is a coral grove, Their boughs, where the tides and billows flow; The water is calm and still below, For the winds and waves are absent there, The sea-flag streams through the silent water, And the crimson leaf of the dulse is seen To blush, like a banner bathed in slaughter: There with a light and easy motion, The fan-coral sweeps through the clear deep sea Is sporting amid those bowers of stone, Where the myriad voices of ocean roar, Then far below in the peaceful sea, The purple mullet, and gold-fish rove, Where the waters murmur tranquilly, Through the bending twigs of the coral grove. SORROW. SORROW is uneasiness in the mind, upon the thought of a good lost, which might have been enjoyed longer; or the sense of a present evil. The sharpest and most melting sorrow is that which arises from the loss of those whom we have loved with tenderness. The safe and general antidote against sorrow is employment. Whoever will keep his thoughts continually busy, will find himself less affected with irretrievable losses. Sorrow is a kind of rust to the soul, which every new idea contributes to scour away. It is the putrefaction of stagnant life, and is remedied by exercise and motion. Truths! hardly earned and lately brought From many a far forgotten scene! To your words sage, serene, Oh! what might I not have been THE WOUNDED HUSSAR. ALONE to the banks of the dark-rolling Danube, Oh, whither, she cried, hast thou wander'd, my true love, From his bosom that heaved, the last torrent was streaming, Hast thou come, my fond love, this last sorrowful night, Thou shalt live, she replied, heaven's mercy relieving NONE COMPLETELY HAPPY. EDEN. 343 1 NONE ARE COMPLETELY HAPPY. So many and so various are the evils incident to human nature, and so frequently are our greatest earthly comforts dashed with alloys of pain and uneasiness, that no state of life, whether of youth or age, of riches or poverty, of grandeur or meanness, is exempt from difficulties and troubles. To hope for perfect happiness is vain; Even joy has ever its alloys of pain. Since then, an entire and unmixed happiness is not to be expected in our present state, let us not be too sanguine in our wishes to find it here, but place our happiness on things above, and on that state which approaches nearest to it; which is doing our duty in whatever station God has pleased to place us. THE GARDEN OF EDEN. THUS was this place A happy rural seat of various view; Groves whose rich trees wept odorous gums and balm, Hung amiable, Hesperian fables true, If true, here only, and of delicious taste! Betwixt them, lawns, or level downs, and flocks Or palmy hillock; or the flowery lap Of some irriguous valley spread her store, That to the fringed bank with myrtle crown'd ON THE LOSS OF PROFESSOR FISHER, OF YALE COLLEGE. THE breath of air that stirs the harp's soft string, Ere night, is sporting in the lightning's flash; So science whisper'd in thy charmed ear, Beam of thy morning promised a bright day. Where angry skies and blackening seas, no more |