418 THE JOURNEYMAN. 



' Yet droop not, love, nor shed the tear 



Of anguish or of dark despair ; 

 Bleak may the distant scene appear, 



Yet man} 7 ' a sweet flower blossoms there ; 



' And images now painful, when 



Time's softening hand has swept their lines, 

 Shall be the fairest, loveliest then, 



That in your memory's mirror shines. 



' Thus when Columbia's setting sun 



Across the shadow'd forest gleams ; 

 And rainbows, fading one by one, 

 Uncolour'd leave the foamy streams ; 



' In fancy still you'll wander o'er 



The pine-clad hill that walls the deep ; 

 And hear the dashing billows roar, 

 And see them scale the rocky steep, 



' While that sun sinking in the west, 



Rests on Ben Wyvis 5 distant brow, 



And wooes the ocean's rugged breast 



To golden smiles, and gentle flow. 



* 'Twere but to wrong a faithful heart 



If I should say, remember me ; 

 Affection will, I know, impart 

 Fidelity to memory. 



' But earthly friendship at its best 

 Is but a fragile, feeble thing ; 

 Powerless to soothe the sorrowing breast, 

 From ill our bitter drop to wring. 



' Oh, then, my Bella ! may you find 



The heavenly Comforter your Friend ; 

 'Tis His the broken heart to bind, 

 For heaviness He praise can send.' 



TO MR ISAAC FORSYTE. 



' States, like individuals, decay as they advance in 

 years, and they at length expire. Their progress from 

 youth to age includes two extremes and a medium. But 

 in one respect bodies politic differ from bodies natural ; 

 for in the several members of the former there may be 



