around his head! All was still. The moon hung
not out her lamp, and the stars faintly glimmered in
the summer sky; the breath of night slept among
the leaves of the forest; the bosom of the lofty
hill drank in the silent dew, while on his majestic
brow the voice of angels is heard, and stringed
sounds ride upon the wings of night. The sorrowful
pair lift up their heads, hovering angels are
around them, voices of comfort are heard over the
Couch of Death, and the youth breathes out his
soul with joy into eternity.
CONTEMPLATION.
WHO is this, that with unerring step dares
tempt the wilds, where only Nature's foot
hath trod? 'Tis Contemplation, daughter of the
grey Morning! Majestical she steppeth, and with
her pure quill on every flower writeth Wisdom's
name: now lowly bending, whispers in mine ear,
"O man, how great, how little thou! O man, slave
"of each moment, lord of eternity! seest thou
"where Mirth sits on the painted cheek? doth it
"not seem ashamed of such a place, and grow immoderate
"to brave it out? O what an humble
"garb true Joy puts on! Those who want
"Happiness must stoop to find it; it is a flower
"that grows in every vale. Vain foolish man,
