11o EARLY POEMS ON Yon wild deer,.seeking, thro' the glade, His leafy bed beneath the shade, All day, amid the turfy g?'oves .. With his companions jocund roves. And Man, the thoughtless and the free, Smiles with the crowd, as light as he, And asks but some unthinking breast To echo back the laugh, or jest. But lonely--lonely is my home, And lone my footsteps, when I roand; Affection's gentle ties entwine No kindred heart in bonds with mine. In vain for me the morning gay, Or brighter noon, renews it's ray, Nor silent night, nor sweets of eve, Can aught my weary breast relieve. For there I feel, oppressing still, A nameless void--a joyless chill, Which over nature's fairest hues Their own pale sickly tints diffuse. Would I were yonder deer, or thou, Sweet bird, that warblest on the bough, Ah, then I should not lonely be, Nor sigh, that there is none like me ! ......... ?Google
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