de Mowbray, a Legend, and Other Poems (Paperback)

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: MAN. ' Der Mensch glanzt cine zeitlang iiber die Erde dann verschwindet er und wird im grabe verborgen." In beauty's pride see yonder flower, How bright it blooms to-day; Yet ere to-morrow's dawning hour 'Twill fade, 'twill fade away. Perhaps within its dewy breast The canker worm hath been, And though it outwardly seems blest, Death lurks within unseen. Go, see its leaves fall one by one, Mark how it droops its head, And ere its life hath scarce begun 'Tis numbered with the dead. Now, in its melancholy fate, A lesson you may see? A moral type of life's estate, Had emblem of mortality ! Just like the flower, see man to-day, In beauty, strength, and pride, Gay, joyous dreams around him play, And Hope smiles by his side. To-morrow comes, and o'er his head A withering blight hath swept; Both man and flower are with the dead, Unthought of, and unwept! SABBATH BELLS. I Love ye well, ye Sabbath bells, When chiming soft and melancholy; For then your music sweetly tells Of things that are both pure and holy. How back your tones to memory bring The thoughts of past and early years; Ye tell how time on speedy wing Hath brought me through this vale of tears. How oft have I, in boyhood's prime, Before I knew one anxious care, Listened to your sacred chime, Calling all to peace and prayer. Ye are a well-remembered voice, Which of some deep devotion tells; Bidding the sinner's heart rejoice, Ye pure and holy Sabbath bells ! And still thy chimes shall sweetly sweep Upon the wind, that o'er my head Will blow, when laid in silent sleep I rest among the mouldering dead. And should thy tones some stranger hear, When near my grave he passes by, I ask him but to shed a tear, And for my follies b...