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LAMENT FOR JAMES, EARL OF GLENCAIRN.
And thou, my last, best, only friend,
That fillest an untimely tomb, Accept this tribute from the bard
Thou brought from Fortune's mirkest gloom.
"In Poverty's low barren vale,
Thick mists obscure involve me round;
"Oh! why has worth so short a date,
"The bridegroom may forget the bride Was made his wedded wife yestreen; The monarch may forget the crown
That on his head an hour has been ;
The mother may forget the child,
That smiles sae sweetly on her knee; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn,
And a' that thou hast done for me!"
SHE had her children too; for Charity
Each under other by degrees they grew,
In numbering o'er his future Roman race,
Nor Cybele, with half so kind an eye,
Proud, shall I say, of her immortal fruit?
The babe had all that infant care beguiles,
The tender age was pliant to command;
It turn'd to habit; and, from vices free,
Goodness resolved into necessity.
DRYDEN. [From "Eleonora."]
HAT needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones
Or that his hallowed reliques should be hid
Dear son of Memory, great heir of Fame,
What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name?
Thou in our wonder and astonishment
Hast built thyself a live-long monument.
For whilst to the shame of slow-endeavouring art
Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart
Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued book
Those Delphic lines with deep impression took ;
HOW wild and dim this life
One long, deep, heavy sigh,
When o'er our eyes, half closed in tears,
The images of former years
Are faintly glittering by! And still forgotten while they go!
As, on the sea-beach, wave on wave,
The amber clouds one moment lie,
Soon as the radiance melts away,
We scarce believe it shone!
Where music never play'd!
Dreams follow dreams, through the long night-hours,
Each lovelier than the last ;
But, ere the breath of morning-flowers,
And many a sweet angelic cheek,
Whose smiles of love and fondness speak,
Glides by us on this earth;
While in a day we cannot tell
Where shone the face we loved so well,
In sadness, or in mirth!