I 424 TRIBUTARY VERGES. 



Amidst accumulated woes, 

 That premature alllictions bring, 

 Submission's sacred hymn arose, 

 Warbled from every mournful string 



"When o'er thy dawn the darkness spread. 

 And deeper every moment grew; 

 AVhen rudely round thy youthful head 

 The chilling blasts of sickness blew. 



Religion heard no 'plainings loud, 

 The sigh in secret stole from thee ; 

 And Pity, from the "dropping cloud,'* 

 Shed tears of holy sympathy. 



Cold is that heart in which were met 

 More virtues than could ever die ; 

 The morning-star of hope is set— 

 The sun adorns another sky. 



O partial grief ! to mourn the day 

 So suddenly o'ercloudcd here, 

 To rise with unextinguished ray — • 

 To shine in a superior sphere ! 



Oft genius early quits this sod. 

 Impatient of a robe of clay, 

 Spreads the light pinion, spurns the clod. 

 And smiles, and soars, and steals away. 



But more than genius urged thy flight, 

 And mark'd the way, dear youth ! for thee: 

 IIexry sprang up to worlds of light. 

 On wings of immortality ! 

 Blacklieatli-lnll, '.'-Ith June 1808. 



ON THE DEATH OF HENRY KTRKE WHITE. 



BY THOMAS PARK, ESQ., F.A.S. 



Too, too prophetic did thy wild note swell, 

 Impassion "d minstrel ! when its pitying wail 



Sigh'd o'er the vernal primrose as it fell 

 Untimely, wither'd by the northern gale.* 



* " Clifton Grove." 



