318* Aye, in lone glory, cherish'd-thee I hail! Not with the selfish, wordly mass, who move, * In mincing measures, only with the gale Of prosperous fame: but when low sinks thy heart In dark and silent solitude, apart, Deep mourning him who is not; in thy wail O then my spirit joins-my tears they flow, And I do almost drink thy cup of woe! E. W. Stockton upon Tees. POEMS. CHILDHOOD: A POEM. This is one of Henry's earliest productions, and appears, by the, handwriting, to have been written when he was between fourteen and fifteen. The picture of the school-mistress is from nature. ᏢᎪᎡᎢ 1. PICTUR'D in memory's mellowing glass, how sweet How sweet, while all the evil shuns the gaze, Beloved age of innocence and smiles, When each wing'd hour some new delight beguiles. VOL. I. 5 10 When the gay heart, to life's sweet day-spring true, Blest Childhood, hail !-Thee simply will I sing, Recalls some fond idea of delight. This shrubby knoll was once my favourite seat; And muse alone, till in the vault of night, Hesper, aspiring, shew'd his golden light. I sit me down to think of former joys; Pause on each scene, each treasur'd scene, once more, And once again each infant walk explore. While as each grove and lawn I recognize, And oh! thou Power, whose myriad trains resort Blest Memory, guide with finger nicely true, 15 20 25 30 $5 Recall with faithful vigour to my mind, And all the finer traits of them afford, Whose general outline in my heart is stor❜d. 40 |