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Still there are who raptured view
Scenes which youthful hopes endear, Where they science learn to woo ;
Still they love to wander here. Peace they meet in every grove ;
Lives again the rapturous song; Sweetly sportive still they rove,
Cam ! thy sedgey banks along.
Stately streams, and glens, and lakes,
They can leave to Scotia's plains ; Mountains hoar, and vales, and brakes,
They resign to Cambrian swains. But these placid scenes full well
Suit the quiet musing breast; Here if Fancy may not dwell,
Science shall delight to rest,
To a FRIEND.
Repine not O my friend ! if Heaven has sent
Some sorrows on thy youth, nor waste the hours In idle grief and wailing discontent,
But rouse thy spirit and with all its powers Wrestle the strife of fortune. When the blow
Of evil on the aged head descends,
Heavy it falls, no stirring hope befriends,
Death only then the kindly aid extends
But youth is strong, and in that vigorous age
And boldly with the adverse world engage!
Thou wilt behold the past and with delight
Find present pleasure in past wretchedness. As one who journeying on his toilsome way
With heaviness and sore fatigue opprest, Remembers this upon the future day
And recollecting toil, more values rest.
A Monodrama--founded on an event in the Mexican History.
SCENE—The Temple of Mexitli.
Subjects ! friends! children! I may cal]
children For I have ever borne a father's love Towards you ; it is thirteen years since first You saw me in the robes of royalty, Since here the multitudes of Mexico Hail'd me their King. I thank you
friends that now In equal numbers and with equal love You come to grace my death.
For thirteen years What I have been, ye know : that with all care, That with all justice and all gentleness Seeking your weal I govern’d. Is there one Whom I have injured ? one whose just redress I have denied, or baffled by delay ? Let him come forth, that so no evil tongue
Speak shame of me hereafter. O my people,
The wrath is heavy on me!