
THE FIRST OF JANUARY. 319 
Canst thou rejoice—rejoice that Time flies fast, 
That night shall shadow soon thy Summer sun— 
That swift the stream of Years 
Rolls to Hternity ? 
If thou hast wealth to gratify each wish, 
If power be thine, remember what thou art! 
Remember thou art Man. 
And Death thine heritage. 
Hast thou known Love? Doth Beauty’s better sun 
Cheer thy fond heart, with no capricious smile, 
Her eye all eloquence, 
All harmony her voice ? 
O state of happiness !—Hark how the gale 
Moans deep and hollow through the leafless grove! 
Winter is dark and cold— 
Where now the charms of Spring? 
Say’st thou that Fancy paints the future scene 
In hue too sombrous? ‘That the dark-stoled maid 
With frowning front severe 
Appals the shuddering soul ? 
And wouldst thou bid me court her fairy form, 
When, as she sports her in some happier mood, 
Her many colored robes 
Float varying in the sun? 











