ing one social duty, has, it is respectfully suggested, some claim on public approbation, and will, it is hoped, secure sufficient notice, to prevent the latter part of his life from bringing anything less pleasing than competence and ease. W. F. ROCK. POEMS. ART THOU A POET? No classic tutor watched my lips, I never cursed in college cell The thought I could not brook, Nor pored amid the antique page I never in the schools was made A fool against my will, Nor danced with dames in rich brocade My studious hours to kill. B But I have loved, as all should love, The whole of human kind, And there are men of worth who know How much I honour Mind. And I have heard the wild-bird sing And I have heard old Ocean roar, And bound me to the rocky shore, And I have learnt to look on earth As if she lay in bliss, And bless each flow'ret of her birth With an admiring kiss; Till zephyrs seemed as angels' breath, And stars as cherubs' eyes, And Beauty as no child of death, But goddess of the skies. |