IIENKY KIKKE UHITE. 



And though the tear 

 By chance apjjear, 

 Yet she can smile, aud say, My all was not laid her 



Come, "Disappointment, come ! 



Though from Hope's summit hurl'd, 

 Still, rigid Nurse, thou art forgiven, 

 .Vor thou severe wert sent from heaven 

 To wean me from the world ; 

 To turn my eye 

 From vanity, 

 And p5int to scenes of bliss that never, never d li. 



IV. 



"What is this passing scene ? 



A peevish April day ! 

 A little sun — a little rain, 

 And then night sw^eeps along ■ tie plai?j. 

 And all things fade away. 

 Man (soon discuss"d) 

 Yields up his trust. 

 And all his hopes and fears lie with him in the dust. 



Oh, what is beauty's power ? 



It flourishes and dies ; 

 "Will the cold earth its silence break, 

 To tell how soft, how smooth a cheek 

 Beneath its surface lies ? 

 Mute, mute is all 

 O'er beauty's fall ; 

 Her praise resounds no more when mantled iu her p.ilL 



VI. 



The most belov'd on earih 



Not long survives to-day ; 

 So music past is obsolete, 

 And yet 'twas sweet, "twas passing swcot. 

 But now 'tis gone away. 

 Thus does the shade 

 In memory fade, 

 ^\^len in forsaken tomb the form belov'd is laid. 



