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Sarbiewski entered the Society of Jesuits in 1613,
and lectured in the college of Wilno on the rules of
oratory. He then went to Pome, where he became
very famous, and where he was crowned with a poetic
wreath by Urban VII. Returning to Poland Sigis-
mund III named him a court-preacher to his son
Laclislaus IV and chose him as his personal companion
and friend.
Sarbiewski was quite an artist on the harp, and
sang well. "With these he amused and cheered the
king, and also interested him with his instructive con-
versation. Inseparable from the king he traveled with
him not only through Poland, but also into foreign
countries. He died April 2, 1640. During his life-
time he formed many intimate friendships with the
literary men of his time, and Dr. Watts translated and
imitated many of Sarbiewski's lyrics.
Sarbiewski's works were published in many places,
such as Cologne, Wilno, Antwerp, Cracow, Paris, Bres-
lau, and London. Louis Kondratowicz, an eminent
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82 POETS AND POETRY OF POLAND.
Polish poet and scholar, is the translator of Sarbiew-
ski's Latin poems into Polish.
TO THE CICADA.
Thou, whose voice in the grove's silence is heard aloft,
While thou drinkest the tear-drops of the heavenly dews,
Thy sweet music, Cicada,
In thine ecstasy pouring forth.
Come! come! summer on light wheels is advancing fast,
While the hastening suns move, be they hail'd but chid
For their tarrying too < long,
When the frosts of the winter flee.
As days dawn in their joy so they depart in haste;
So flee, speedily flee; speedily speeds our bliss.
Too short are its abidings ; --
But grief lingeringly dwells with man.
TO THE POLISH AND LITHUANIAN KNIGHTS.
Poles! O let no foreign customs throw their
Scandal among you. Teach religious duties,
Laws of your country, virtues of your fathers,
Teach to your children.
Sacred your temples, -- your tribunals, justice;
Peace, truth, and love dwell midst you, omnipresent;
All that is vile and all that is unholy,
Drive from your country!
Walls screen not crime, and punishment will force its
Way through the towers and through the thrice-bound portals,
Smiting the vicious. Thunderbolts but wait to
Burst on the vile one.
Painted deceit, tyrannical ambition;
Wealth-seeking lust, and luxury's excesses
Chase them far from you; let them never hold a
Throne in your bosom.
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Poverty gives to man unwonted vigor,
Teaches him patience 'neath the weight of suffering,
Arms him with courage ; but the stolen armour
Wearies, though golden.
Whether your lot be war or peace, ye Poles !
Still be united, for united brothers
Stand like a temple on a hundred pillars,
Firmly supported.
So midst the rocks the sailor in his prudence
Looks to the stars ; and so the friendly anchor
Steadies the vessel on the heaving ocean, --
Steadies it surely.
So does the bond that binds the social fabric
Strengthen; while strife and mighty fraud and rancour
Overthrow cities, threatening desolation
E'en to the mightiest.
TO LIBERTY.
Queen of brave nations : -- Liberty !
What land thy favorite seat shall be?
What land more suited to thy reign
Than Poland's fertile, charming plain?
Daughter of council and of bliss
The mother and the nurse of peace;
Thou, sought midst many dangers round,
Midst more than many dangers found;
Higher than thrones thy throne we see.
Majestic more than majesty;
Thou mistress of our country's fame,
Now stop thy course, -- thy smile we claim.
Arrest thy cloud-encircled car,
And linger where thy votaries are!
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0, see upon thy Vistula
Lithuania's sons in long array,
The Lechan and Littavian ranks
Like sea-waves gathering on its banks;
No servile crowds we bring to thee,
But heirs of ancient bravery :
Sons of the North, whose blood remains
As pure as in their fathers' veins;
Untaught from faith and truth to swerve,
Train'd by the laws their king to serve,
They spurn a stranger's stern commands,
And love their land o'er other lands !
And is there ought so purely bright
As when in truth and virtue's light
Impartial Freedom deigns to shed
Her joys on prince and people's head?
Then the unfettered man disdains
Sloth's soul-debilitating chains,
And Genius, like a conqueror, flies
On to the goal and claims the prize.
No foreign calls our ranks can move;
We but obey the chief we love,
And follow where his footsteps lead,
To freedom's goal and victory's meed;
As o'er Carpathia's hoary height
Our sires achieved a glorious fight;
And on the widespread field of Thrace
Our fathers found their triumph-place;
And when our flags waved smiling o'er
The Bosphorus and the Baltic shore.
And proud Teutonia, bearing all
Her Asian spoils, was forced to fall
Before those iron columns we
Had rear'd to mark our sovereignty;
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Those mighty trophies of the brave,
The unconquerable Boles? aw;
And by the Borysthene's side,
And by the Volga's current wide.
And past the Alexandrian's shrines
And to those dark Lapponian mines,
Where the fierce North wind has its birth:
We trod the far Danubian earth.
Saw old Bootes freeze his waves,
And dug for the Meotians, graves.
Are we degenerate? Shall the fame
Of our own fathers blast our name ?
Smile on our prayers, O Liberty !
And let the world thy dwelling be.
Urban* and Ferdinand combine,
O Wladislaw, their powers with thine.
And the world calls thee to confer
Her laurels on the conqueror, --
Thou, Sigismund's illustrious son,
Thou of the blood of Jagellon.
O what can darken, what delay
The glory of our future day?
Hail Wladislaw! thou hope of man,
Fav'rite of God, our Poland's van.
All hail ! our warrior senate cries.
All hail ! a people's voice replies.
A thousand lances shine around,
All hills and vales and woods resound
The song of joy. And raised above
His watery throne, his praise and love
* Urban VIII, who distinguished Sarbiewski by very marked at-
tentions, and when they parted hung around his neck a golden cross
to which a miniature of his Holiness was attached.
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Old Vistula shouts forth ; -- their brow-
Proudly the Crapack mountains bow-
In homage.
Say what projects vast
Struggling in thy great soul hast?
For such a soul unceasing teems
With mighty thoughts and glorious dreams,
And still springs forward to the praise
Of distant deeds and future days:
Nor sloth nor luxury shall impede
That opening fame, that dawning deed;
Or quiet wisdom to o'erthrow
The dark designings of the foe,
Or splendid daring -- swift and bold,
Sweeping like surges uncontroll'd,
The heir-loom of thy sires of old.
Thus did the Jagellons, they spread
Their praise, their glory and their dread --
Envied, admired, and fear'd -- the son
Soon made the father's fame his own:
And envy's wing could not pursue
A flight so high and glorious, too;
The ambitious son outshone the sire,
As glory's mark ascended higher.
Till to our thought no hopes remain
Their fame and glory to maintain.
This is our noblest heritage, --
A name, bequeathed from age to age.
For thee, from centuries afar
A mingled wreath of peace and war,
Have generations waited, -- now,
Wear the proud trophy on thy brow:
Make all thy father's victories thine,
With these thy gentle virtues twine ;
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Success shall show thee fairer, -- woe
Shall bid thy roots yet deeper grow.
Such are Sarmatia's prayers. Her prayers
Up to the heavens an angel bears ;
On vows no chance shall e'er repeal
Eternity has set her seal.
A THOUGHT.
(From Saphics. )
He has lived long and well whose death enforces
Tears from his neighbors, -- who has made his glory
Heir to himself, -- rapacious time will plunder
All, all -- besides it.
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KONAKSKL*
Stanislaus Hieronim Konarski belongs to the
greatest practical philosophers of the age. It was he
who, having ascertained by his learning and compre-
hensive powers of the mind the vanity and absurdity
of the ways and manners of education and enlighten-
ment practiced in the period in which he lived, by his
writings scattered to the winds the darkness, reinstated
the freedom of thought, and presented to his country^
men fresher models than the old musty Latin works;
implanted into the minds of Polish youth new ideas
tending to moral improvement, and awakened the true
spirit of inquiry after learning. He struck the old
pedantism a heavy blow, introducing in its stead fresh-
ness and naturalness of expression and modern concep-
tions. His works written on the subject had a great in-
fluence on the reform of Polish literature, because they
not only treated on aesthetics but also on moral and
practical philosophy. The most prominent of these
are ' ' De Emendandis Vitiis" and ' ' Yolumina Legum. ' '
The first treats extensively of the defective style of
writing and oratory, but what is most curious and cred-
itable to him is that in order to have his criticism fall
gently upon the works of his predecessors and contem-
poraries, he very good humoredly criticised some of
his own works formerly written, and pointed out his
own defects with unsparing justice. In ' ' Yolumini de
Legum " he endeavored, with much zeal for the public
* Although not a poet was a man of eminent literary talents, and
having created a new epoch in Polish literature deserves an honored
place here.
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good, to collect different statutes and scattered consti-
tutions into a settled code of laws. That successful
service to his country accomplished much good, and
was of itself enough to immortalize his name. In his
" Art of Correct Thinking. Without Which There Can-
not Be Correct Speaking. " where, in sensible and
judicious observations he straightens out the mind of
the Polish youth by numerous and well-selected ex-
amples, adducing also specimens of beautiful and per-
fect oratory. The especial merit of this work is that
it contains a great deal of useful matter necessary to
the Polish people of those days. It was the noble aim
of the author to put down prejudices, and lit the mind
for the reception of useful truths. The fourth work of
Konarski was " Of Successful ^Tay and Manner of Ad-
vising. " ^Ve can place that work among those produc-
tions of which the Polish nation has a right to be proud.
You can see in it a true citizen, whose heart burns with
love to his country, and earnestly engaged with the
welfare of his fellow- citizens. In writing this work tor
a people who were not as yet well versed in political
science, and promulgating certain truths contrary to the
common prejudices of the majority, he had to use vari-
ous methods to elucidate, explain, and adapt them to
the understanding of all. The fifth production of this
distinguished man was "Of Religion, of Honest Peo-
ple, and Against the Doctrines of Deism. " wherein the
author endeavors to convince his readers that without
religion morality cannot have solid foundation; hence,
good and virtuous intentions of a community are flimsy
and uncertain unless supported by religious convic-
tions.
Taking it as a whole Konarski" s writings show
genius. His correct views in the matter of presented
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subjects; his lively imagination; broad and sensible
explanations, and above all his power of philosophical
reasoning, emanating from his profound knowledge of
the subjects upon which he treats, places him in the
highest ranks of Polish writers.
Konarski was born in 1700, and received his in-
itiatory education at the institution of the Order of
Piiars, which order he entered in the seventeenth year
of his age, and against the wishes of his powerful rela-
tives.
He was soon transferred thence to the College of
Warsaw as the professor of philosophy. In the year
1725, with the advice of his uncle Tar? o, the bishop of
Posen, he went to Italy, where, in the city of Rome,
he gave lectures on oratory and history. From Rome
he went to Paris, where he closely connected himself
by the ties of friendship with the celebrated Fontenelle,
the great philosopher, orator, and poet. After a lapse
of six years he returned to his country and became
professor of history in Cracow, then lie occupied the
same dignity at Rzeszo? w, and was made Provincial of
his order. In the year 1743 he established a boarding-
school for the youth of the nobles, or Collegium ~No-
bilium. He also established similar schools at Wilno
and Lemberg. At his Warsaw college he arranged the
building so that a part of it was appropriated exclu-
sively for dramatic representations, and dramatic plays
of the most celebrated tragic poets were there repre-
sented, especially the French: Corneille, Racine, and
Crebillon. Konarski had also a great influence in
putting down the liberum veto, receiving for the great
service the hate of second-class nobility.
In 1748 he again left his native land for other coun-
tries. He visited France and the most celebrated acad-
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emies, and returning to Warsaw employed himself in
finishing his " Collegium," which was opened in 1754.
In 1719 Komorowski, the Primas, sent Konarski to
Rome in an important cause, which mission he fulfilled
with great credit to himself. He lived on terms of
friendship with the most distinguished men of his age,
and almost of all countries, who frequently sought his
advice. He was personally known to Pope Benedict
XIY, to August II and III, as also to Stanislaus Lesz-
czyn?
ski, whom he accompanied to Lotaringia (Lorraine).
In France he had insured to him by Louis XY the in-
come of two abbacies. Ranks of dignity which were
frequently offered to him he would never accept; hence,
for the bishopric by Benedict XIY, as also for the
bishopric of Przemys? l by August II, and the same dig-
nity offered him by King Stanislaus Poniatowski, in
Livonia, he only returned thanks but would not accept
of them. The king wishing to honor Konarski for his
great labors ordered a medal to be struck in his honor,
with the inscription, Sapere Auso (To him who dared
to be wise). He died in 1773.
His work, " De Emendandis Vitiis" was published
in Warsaw in 1741; " Of the Art of Correct Think-
ings also in Warsaw in 1767; " The Best Mode in
Advising" in 1760, and " Of Religion " in 1769.
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JSTAPOJSZEWICZ.
Adam Stanislaus Naruszewicz, although brought up
according to the old customs of the country, was never-
theless a quick learner of the new social and political
elements which began to permeate through the higher
and more advanced social circles in Poland; hence he
may be considered as the incarnation of two different
epochs. His writings, therefore, are the depositories
of two contending intervals. In them he boldly educts
the progressive principle, fearlessly attacking the
corruption of the age and handling without gloves the
pretentions of the nobility, indolence, extravagance,
and other national defects.
As a poet he represents two sides, diametrically
opposite to each other : -- one that of a panegyrist, the
other that of a satirist. He wrote odes, satires, fables,
and idyls, which in those times comprised about the
whole poetical cycle, which he considered as his own,
and which would serve him to pave the way to dis-
tinction and fame.
Although there is much of the poetic spirit in his
odes, yetas a whole, emanating from different circum-
stances, adverse to poetic inspiration and replete with
exaggerated flattery, they do not on that account pos-
sess much of poetical value. He had doubtless much
power and poetic ardor, and the spirit of his lyric
poetry could soar higher than any of his contempo-
raries. His lively and fiery imagination opened to him
a rich depository of bold and exalted thoughts; but
this life-giving ardor, this creativeness of imagination,
accompany the poet only when their incitement comes
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from the deep feeling of truth, and when the theme
itself is worthy of poetic inspiration.
Many of his lyrics have only a semblance of decla-
mation, and a superficial luster takes place of emotion.
Their taste and style remind one of the compositions
of the sixteenth century. He speaks as a true lyrist
only when the theme is patriotic citizenship, and the
love of his country warms him up.
In his ]yric muse Naruszewicz constrains himself
to flights of fancy, and in his satires he cannot keep
away from exaggeration, though we may say that in his
satires he very properly points out national defects,
and white furnishing a great many progressive lessons,
he at the same time paints a faithful historical picture
of the blemishes of the existing social system. His
satire of "The Yoices of the Dead," as also " The
Return of the Senators," are written in an old, con-
strained style, full of ludicrous images. Naruszewicz
was very much addicted to the introduction of mytho-
logical personages, which he pours upon his readers
without stint. However, it was the failing of all the
poets of Stanislaus' Age, but Naruszewicz exceeds
them all.
In his satire "The Nobility " Naruszewicz strongly
upheld the privileges of birth ; indeed, he tried to build
a partisan wall between the two different classes which
was very distasteful even to his own kindred. In his
satire "The Folly" he represents a false devotee, or
we may say a downright hypocrite. "The Spoiled
Age " is a continual grumbling that things are not as
they should be. In his " Flattery " he ridiculed the
common national foible of court manners and the bad
influence they had on national literature. " The Lean
Litterateur " is another unique production, reminding
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us of the sad epoch of superficiality when solid sciences
were not appreciated, and hence the true litterateur was
always lean and poor, and as a characteristic type it
went into a proverb.
As to idyllic compositions Naruszewicz had no great
talent. Accustomed to court life and a great friend to
a fashionable world, he could not understand nor ap-
preciate the charms of rural life; indeed, his pastorals
"The Farm-house," "The Happy Marriage," and
"Narcissus," have more of a satirical than of a pas-
toral turn. However, his Polish is pure and correct,
and in his power, freshness, and poetical imagery, he
is superior to Krasicki. Indeed, we find in his satires
many beautiful expressions, -- new and pleasing turns
with which he truly enriched the Polish literature.
Naruszewicz was born in 1733, receiving first rudi-
ments of education at Pin? sk. In 1748 he joined the
order of the Jesuits, which sent him to Lugdun. Re-
ceiving assistance from Prince Czartoryiski he per-
fected himself in learning in France, Italy, and Ger-
many. Returning to his own country he received the
professorship of the Cathedra of Poetry in the Academy
of Wilno, and subsequently of Warsaw. He was so
liked by the king, Stanislaus Augustus, that after the
abolition of the order he resided with him. After
receiving the abbacy of Niemencz? yn he was admitted
to the coadjutorship of the bishopric of Smolen? sk.
He afterward held the office of the Clerk of the Grand
Duchy of Lithuania; finally he was made a bishop.
Stanislaus Augustus honored him with a decoration,
and ordered a medal struck with visages of Sarbiewski
and Naruszewicz. He died in 1796 at Janowce.
His works were published in Warsaw in 1778-1803,
and at Leipzig in 1835. Naruszewicz's biography was
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written by Julian Bartoszewicz in his work u Cele-
brated Men of Poland of the Eighteenth Century,"
published in St. Petersburg in 1S53, in three volumes.
CONSULTATION OF ANIMALS.
In a corner of Africa most remote
Animals, so runs the anecdote,
Those beasts that have. hoofs and those that have claws,
Established government and laws.
With that worthy gentry all prospered well
Or so begun. I'm glad to tell
That harmony reigned throughout the land ;
And, difficult to understand,
Friendship, too, dwelled there, which you will agree
Is what we very seldom see
Among the masses of human kind
(Sorry to bring the fact to mind).
The wolf did not start from his savage lair
To devour goats, and pigs to snare ;
And not till brother in strife with brother
Begun to wrong and wound each other
Was there example harmful in the least
Set before the misguided beast.
It chanced, when hard times fell, the state
Its scanty funds to aggregate
Called council ; with care that nothing should pass
Except in justice to each class
Of animals: -- asses, the goats, and sheep,
That the apportioned tax should keep
Of equal weight, 'mong the high and the low,
And the state burdens ordered so
That each could easily render his share,
The lowly and the millionaire.
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With preparation and dignity great
The worthy councillors of state
A meeting called to settle as they could
These matters for the public good.
The elephant was first to speak, -- said he:
"Citizen animals, most worthy!
Oxen, goats, asses, and mules, and hares, ?
Distinguished by the name each bears,
That matters to all should be without wrong,
To the meek sheep or lion strong,
I propose to you in all sincerity,
Without favor or asperity:
Let each one who thinks that in small or great
He has broken the laws of state
Contribute a mark to the treasury;
From this a great auxiliary
Will our country gain, while at the same time
You must reflect, all sorts of crime
In our country's bounds, from west to east,
From north to south, will be decreased. 1 '
" That perhaps might do," said the crafty fox,
Bowing most humbly to the flocks ;
A good-natured grin on his countenance spread
And wagging his yellow tail, said :
" Greater the income, in my opinion,
If young and old of this dominion
Were allowed to apprise their good degrees,
And pay a florin for each of these;
My fame for judgment I'll stake in this way,
A larger sum we could display,
Which would be with the utmost promptness paid,
And never any trouble made.
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Because, may it please your reverence,
They'd rather pay than evidence
Transgression of the law's just scope,
Your honor sees the point -- I hope. "
WHO IS FOOLISH ?
He is foolish who, possessing neither strength nor heart,
With vain empty boasts acts an idle swaggerer's part.
Who with proud assumption wondrous learning will pretend,
And seek to teach a language he does not comprehend.
Or he who marries not as befits his own estate,
For to fret or be fretted will surely be his fate.
Who seeks fortune in cards, profit in a bone, nor knows
Ever that which comes easily as easily goes.
He is foolish who through craft to defraud others tries,
And seeks credit for that purpose in honesty's guise.
He is foolish who drinks when his toes are out, and lives
Beyond his income, taking all while he nothing gives.
A simpleton is he who's by trifles filled with fears,
And he who readily believes each little thing he hears.
The rich who buy on credit and let their money rust;
Foolish is the merchant who'll an idle spendthrift trust.
He is foolish who weekly his losses will bemoan,
Or weds an old woman for the money she may own.
Foolish he who with affairs of state will interfere,
Unfit to aid or council he muddles what was clear.
Who boldly of his creditor asks a loan, although
He has failed to pay a debt contracted long ago.
He is foolish who alone on paper projects makes,
Who leaves unfinished ever the tasks he undertakes.
Who's familiar with unequals shows his lack of sense,
Or who farms from a book or from school gets eloquence,
Who only speaks truth when there's no falsehood at command,
Who amusement seeks with that he does not understand,
Who pays much attention to the talk of common folk,
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Who allows a little jest his anger to provoke.
Who -- but there! my paper's out, and some perhaps will say
I am making my remarks in a fault-finding way.
Pray excuse me, sirs, if I have said too much ; at times
A subject has been borne too far by my erratic rhymes.
Poets, and musicians, too, upon extremes will touch,
Often one will play too long, the other say too much.
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KNIAZNIN.
Fkancis Dyonisius Rntaznin was a poet whose
writings are characterized by pleasantness, suavity, and
purity of the heart. His vivid conceptions, combined with
great feeling, eminently qualified him for a lyric poet.
He does not soar very high, nor is he carried by sudden
flights of imagination, but whenever he follows his own
inspiration he charms the reader with his wonderful
simplicity. In that respect he may be considered as
equal, if not superior, to Karpin? ski, since his poetry
strikes more deeply into the heart and is richer in
colors and imagery. He wrote with great feeling and
expression.
Among his works we can mention " To a Citizen,"
" Ode on the Centennial Celebration of John Sobieski's
Yictory over the Turks at Vienna, " "To Grace,"
"Rosemary," etc. The construction of Kniaznin's
verse is peculiar to himself; concise in expression, the
selection of soft syllables and natural expression of
thought make his verses very harmonious and grateful
to the ear.
Kniaznin was born in 1750, and was brought up and
educated by the Jesuits; in fact he joined the society,
but after the abolition of the order in 1773 he again be-
came a civilian, and labored assiduously in the great
library of Za? uski. After that he became a secretary
to Prince Czartoryiski at Pu? awy, a hospitable place,
which in those days was in reality a shelter for learned
men. The changeful events of those years, and an un-
happy love, darkened his existence and produced de-
mentia. He died in 1807.
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His complete works were published in Warsaw
1828, and at Leipsic 1835.
A REVERIE.
The goddess of darkness, and silence, and dreams,
Hath spread her black wings o'er a slumbering world,
Care holdeth no longer his empire o'er man
But deep in oblivion's abyss has been hurled.
Majestic the moon riseth up in the sky,
With her maidens of honor, the stars, in her train,
The earth is in solitude gloomy arrayed,
And in silence profound reigns o'er hamlet and plain.
Such a lesson as this once could light up my soul,
And forgetting the troubles and cares of the earth
My mind on the wings of conception would fly,
And give to a thousand imaginings birth.
I hovered in joy o'er the gay land of dreams,
Gave to gladness a smile, and to sadness a tear,
And buoyed in safety on silver-winged hope,
Never let thoughts of the future with bliss interfere.
There fiery and bold as the eagle of Jove
My young spirit roved through the paths of the sky,
I gave to the wind all devices of love,
Smiled at languishing simpers, and laughed at a sigh.
But love stole within my cold heart and there placed
An image of her whose cold hardness I mourn ;
I loved her -- I thought that the world was but her --
I loved -- but alas! was not loved in return.
To-day e'en the ghost of my once blessed hours
Has sank in the earth, and departed from view,
And the flowers of love, to which wishes gave birth,
Have my sighs for their air, and my tears for their dew.
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For another has plucked the red rose from the stem,
And the beautiful flower in his bosom will bloom,
Whilst I, like a spirit from heaven cast out,
Am sentenced to Erebus, sorrow, and gloom.
ETERNITY.
Holy Eternity! Thou w T ork of wonder!
In thy belief all virtuous hearts concur ;
Those that have in thee hopeful confidence
Paint thee in tints of rare magnificence !
While others trembling for themselves in fear
Would with doubt's gloom thy sacred light obscure.