23 PART II 69, add author's name, DR GRANT: 1. 2, lege now thy tyrant reign: 1. 3, for merry lege mystic: 1. 5, for bowl lege bowls: 1. 6, for merry lege happy MUSIC the fiercest grief can charm, and fate's severest rage disarm; music can soften pain to ease, and make despair and madness please: our joys below it can improve, and antedate the bliss above. F. S. II. A. POPE I 4 MUSIC, when soft voices die, vibrates in the memory— odours, when sweet violets sicken, Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, P. B. SHELLEY 5 EVENING HYMN OD that madest earth and heaven, Gdarkness and light! who the day for toil hast given, may Thine Angel Guards defend us, R. HEBER 6 H A LAMENT FOR ISRAEL EAR ye this word which I take up against you, even a lamentation, O house of Israel. The virgin of Israel is fallen; she shall no more rise: she is forsaken upon her land; there is none to raise her up. Wailing shall be in all the streets; and they shall say in all the high-ways, Alas! alas! and they shall call the husbandman to mourning, and such as are skilful of lamentation to wailing. AMOS 7 I A SIMILE SAW a falling leaf soon strew the soil to which it owed its birth; I saw a bright star falling too, but never reach the quiet earth. 8 9 Such is the lowly portion blest, such is ambition's foiled endeavour; the falling leaf is soon at rest, while stars that fall fall on for ever. BUT, JOYS AS Winged drEAMS FLY FAST but joy of lighter presence eas❜ly flies, AN OLD MAN'S REFLECTIONS P. FLETCHER Y eyes are dim with childish tears, MY my heart is idly stirr'd, for the same sound is in my ears which in those days I heard. Thus fares it still in our decay; and yet the wiser mind mourns less for what time takes away, than what he leaves behind. ΙΟ W. WORDSWORTH MAJOR BELLENDEN'S SONG ND what though winter will pinch severe AND through locks of grey and a cloak that's old, yet keep up thy heart, bold cavalier, for a cup of sack shall fence the cold. but time and years would overthrow. SIR W. SCOTT II GRATITUDE WHAT is grandeur, what is power? heavier toil, superior pain. what the bright reward we gain? |