Fear not then, Spirit, death's disrobing hand, Or tamely crouching to the tyrant's rod, Earth's pride and meanness could not vanquish thee, Whose sleepless spirit waits to catch The Fairy waves her wand of charm, The steep descent of heaven's untrodden way. The vast and fiery globes that rolled The chariot paused a moment there! The restless coursers pawed the ungenial soil, The Body and the Soul united then, A gentle start convulsed Ianthe's frame : Moveless awhile the dark blue orbs remained: That through the casement shone. THE END. TO HARRIET ***** WHOSE is the love that gleaming through the world, Virtue's most sweet reward? Beneath whose looks did my reviving soul HARRIET! on thine-thou wast my purer mind Then press unto thy breast this pledge of love, And know, though time may change, and years may roll, Each floweret gathered in my heart It consecrates to thine. Printed by Mrs. Carlile and Sons, 25, Bride Lane, Fleet Street. |