Chiefly, this moment, would my soul renew To you its pledged affections, latest *met:

(The absent ever it shall keep in view), But oh, Companions of my youth, not yet May I your female care and manly zeal forget.


Yes, all without was drear, and all within

Was dark and hopeless ! pale disease had shed Her dullest glooms, and fain would I have been A quiet slumberer, numbered with the dead.

with sweet solicitation led And tender blandishment, my troubled breast

From fears and doubts and terrors fancy-fed, And lulled my spirit to a heavenly rest With Hope and Peace and Joy and many a long-lost guest

But you

These were the only two of the family whom the author met at home on returning from a journey, soon after which meeting this poem was written.

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Then Sister, Brother ! friends whom ne'er I hai]

Without some gentse stirring of the heart, Then Sister, Brother ! friends who never fail

To hold in absence with a secret art

A sweet communion with my better part, Accept my thanks, accept my humble lays !

And for one moment if your features dart That simple welcome which Affection pays, Though faultering, weak and poor, my verse were richin praise! A BALLAD

Of a YOUNG MAN that would read unlawful Books,

and how he was punished.

CORNELIUS AGRIPPA went out one day,
His Study he lock'd ere he went away,
And he gave the key of the door to his wife,
And charg'd her to keep it lock'd on her life.

And if any one ask my Study to see,
I charge you trust them not with the key,
Whoever may beg, and intreat, and implore,

your life let nobody enter that door.

There liv'd a young man in the house who in vain
Access to that Study had strove to obtain,
And he begg’d and pray'd the books to see,
Till the foolish woman gave him the key.


On the Study-table a book there lay,
Which Agrippa himself had been reading that day,
The letters were written with blood within,
And the leaves were made of dead mens skin.

And these horrible leaves of magic between
Were the ugliest pictures that ever were seen,
The likeness of things so foul te behold,
That what they were is not fit to be told.

The young man, he began to read
He knew not what, but he would proceed,
When there was heard a sound at the door
Which as he read on grew more and more. •

And more and more the knocking grew,
The young man knew not what to do;
But trembling in fear he sat within
Till the door was broke and the Devil came in.

Two hideous horns on his bead he had got
Like iron heated nine times red hot,
The breath of his nostrils was brimstone blue,
And his tail like a fiery serpent grew.

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What would'st thou with me ? the Wicked One cried,
But not a word the young man replied,
Every hair on his head was standing upright
And his limbs like a palsy shook with affright.

What would'st thou with me? cried the Author of ill,
But the wretched young man was silent still;
Not a word had his lips the power to say,
And his marrow seem'd to be melting away,

What would'st thou with me? the third time he cries,
And a flash of lightning came from his eyes,
And he lifted his griffin claw in the air,
And the young man had not strength for a prayer.

His eyes

with a furious joy were possest
As he tore the young man's heart from his breast,
He grinn'd a horrible grin at his prey,
And in a clap of thunder vanish'd away.

Henceforth let all young men take heed
How in a Conjurer's books they read.

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