POETRY, 991 



We know that these were felt by hina, 

 For these are felt by all. 



He suffer'd, — but his pangs arc o'er ; 

 Enjoy'd — but his delights are fled ; 

 Had friends, — his friends are now no more; 

 And foes, — his foes are dead. 



He loved, — but whom he loved, the grav« 

 Hath lost in its unconscious womb : 

 O she was fair ! — but nought could says 

 Her beauty from the tomb. 



The rolling seasons, day and night, 

 Sun, moon and stars, the earth and main, 

 Erewhile his portion, life and light, 

 To him exist in vain. 



He saw whatever thou hast seen, 

 Encountcr'd all that troubles thee ; 

 He was — whatever thou hast been ; 

 He is — what thou shall be. 



The clouds and sunbeams, o'er his eye 

 That once their shades and glory threw, 

 Have left in yonder silent sky 

 No vestige where they flew. 



The annals of the human race. 

 Their ruins, since the world began, 

 Of HIM aftbrd no other trace 

 Than this,: — there lived a man ! 



WAR. 



From the SABBATH, a Foem 

 BT JAMES GRAHAM. 



OF all the murderous trades by mortals plied, 

 'Tis war alone that never violates 

 The hallowed day by simulate respect, — 

 By hypocritic rest : No, no, the work proceeds. 

 From sacred pinnacles are hung the flags,* 

 That give the sign to slip the leash from slaughter. 



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♦ Church steeples are frequently used as signal^posts. 



