GREAT God, at midnight's solemn hour, I pray for her, my dearest friend, For her my warmest wishes spring. While dark and silent rolls the night, Protect her with thy heavenly might; Thy curtain round her pillow spread, And circling angels guard her bed. Let peaceful slumbers press her eyes, Till morning beams in splendor rise; And pure and radiant as that beam, Be the light vision of her dream. Let each succeeding morn impart Than met the view at morning light. Whate'er my swelling heart desires, O God, may she thy laws fulfil, And live, and die, thy favorite still; Live, to enjoy thy bounteous hand, And die, to join the seraph band. 1814. FAREWELL to the year that is passing away, Ere Spring's early blush had the blossom unclosed, On ocean's wild billows I safely reposed, I wandered from cities of wealth and repose, Where Carnage sits bloated, and Havock still glows, From garden to castle, from dungeon to bower, My eyes were delighted to roam; But stray where I would, through palace or tower, My heart was still beating for home. Then hail to the home which receives me again, And hail the New Year! with its pleasure and pain December 31, 1815. AUTUMN. I LOVE the dews of night, For nature's saddest scenes delight Autumn! I love thy bower With faded garlands drest; How sweet, alone to linger there, Autumn! I love thee well; Though bleak thy breezes blow, I love to see the vapors rise, And clouds roll wildly round the skies, Where from the plain, the mountains swell, And foaming torrents flow. |