ON A PORTRAIT OF JOHN BUNYAN. Ingenious dreamer! in whose well-told tale Sweet fiction and sweet truth alike prevail; Whose humorous vein, strong sense, and simple style, CowPER. AND this is Bunyan! How unlike the dull, Much less the mental power of him who planned This fabric quaint of rare intelligence, And, having reared its pile, became immortal thence. ON A PORTRAIT OF JOHN BUNYAN. But here we trace, indelibly defined, All his admirers' fondest hopes could crave, Shrewdness of intellect, and strength of mind, 165 Devout, yet lively, and acute, though grave; Worthy of him whose rare invention gave To serious Truth the charm of Fiction's dress, Yet in that fiction sought the soul to save From earth and sin, for heaven and happiness; And by his fancied dreams men's waking hours to bless. Delightful author! while I look upon This striking portraiture of thee—I seem As if my thoughts on pilgrimage were gone, Down the far vista of thy pleasant dream, Whose varied scenes with vivid wonders teem:SLOUGH OF DESPOND! thy terrors strike mine eye; Over the WICKET GATE I see the gleam Of SHINING LIGHT; and catch that mountain high, Of DIFFICULT ascent, the pilgrim's faith to try. 166 ON A PORTRAIT OF JOHN BUNYAN. The HOUSE called BEAUTIFUL; the lowly VALE The VALLEY named OF DEATH, by shades of night Ever with Christian pilgrimage at strife, To martyred Faithful gave the crown of endless life! Thence on with Christian, and his HOPEFUL peer, TO DOUBTING CASTLE'S dungeons I descend; The KEY of PROMISE opes those vaults of fear; And now o'er HILLS DELECTABLE I wend TO BEULAH'S sunny plains, where sweetly blend Of flowers, and fruits, and song, a blissful maze; Till at the bridgeless stream my course I end, Eyeing the farther shore with rapture's gaze, Where that BRIGHT CITY basks in glory's sunless blaze! ON A PORTRAIT OF JOHN BUNYAN. Immortal dreamer! while thy magic page To such celestial visions can give birth, Giving, with grace congenial to thy worth, For few can boast a juster, prouder claim 167 Thanthine, whose labours, blending harmless mirth With sagest counsel's higher, holier aim, Have from the wise and good won honourable fame! And still for marvelling childhood, blooming youth, Ripe manhood, silver-tressed and serious age,Ingenious fancy and instructive truth Richly adorn thy allegoric page; Pointing the warfare Christians yet must wage, Who wish to journey on that heavenly road; And tracing clearly each successive stage Of the rough path thy holy travellers trod, The PILGRIM'S PROGRESS marks to glory and to GOD! SPRING FLOWERS. THE flowers of Spring, the flowers of Spring, They bloom as heretofore; But can they to my fancy bring The spell that charmed of yore? Ah no! that spell, once deemed their own, And thoughts and cares of sterner tone, Yet with no vain repining thought With beauty, and with fragrance fraught, |