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SONNET TO AN OLD TREE,
NEAR ST. JOHN'S COLLEGE, ANNAPOLIS.
THEE, ancient tree! autumnal storms assail,
Thy shatter'd branches spread the sound afar; Thy tall head bows before the rising gale,
Thy pale leaf Aits along the troubled air.
No more thou boastest of thy vernal bloom,
Thy wither'd foliage glads the eye no more; Yet still thy presence and thy lonely gloom
A secret pleasure to my soul restore.
For round thy trunk my careless childhood stray'd
When fancy led me cheerful o'er the green, And many a frolic feat beneath thy shade
Far distant days and other suns have seen.
Fond recollection kindles at the view,
FAIR rose the sun and ting'd the smiling skies
With saffron hues, with crimson, and with gold; But ’midst the morn see sable clouds arise,
And all the splendors of the day infold. Such sad reverses man's frail life supplies;
His fond hopes yield to pale Misfortune's blow: While air-drawn schemes his youthful fancy spies,
Stern Fate approaching lays the dreamer low.
Thee, Walley, 'midst thy generous toil for fame Untimely snatch'd, the friendly muse shall mourn;
For, though no respite could thy labours claim Till the due laurel should thy brows adorn, Yet of thy meed thou shalt not be forlorn,
If aught my feeble lyre can grace thy name.
YE elves! ye fairies! who with tripping pace
task Be speedily accomplished. When sleep
Has stolen upon Lesbia's eyelids, then With chorus soft and stealing harmony Breathe to her earthis strain,“Fairmaid, whom grace “And beauty cherish, whom good sense adorns, " Whom virtue calls her own, though now thou
sleep'st, “ While innocence, a guardian angel, sits “To watch thy slumbers, yet at this still hour, « When wearied nature bids the world repose, “ There wakes a youth, whose watchful thoughts to
thee “ Incessant turn, and in his ardent mind “Still views thy much lov'd form. Let then thy
thoughts “ Be sometimes bent on him; and, if the sighs “Of faithful love can aught avail with thee, “Let him some portion of affection claim!” Ye gentle sprites, the lover's pray'r attend; Tell this soft message gently in her ear, And whisper pleasing dreams, and mould her soul To
peace, to harmony, to melting love.
may the moon unclouded lend her light
Written on the wall in the gallery of St. John's College, on
visiting the same after a long absence.
THOU reverend pile, where erst my careless youth
Enjoy'd true happiness without alloy, Where, when engaged in the search of truth,
To me each added day brought added joy! Again I visit thy thrice-hallow'd walls;
But ah! how chang'd from what they were before! Each object now some absent friend recals
Whose well-known visage I behold no more. Yet if perchance in future days their eyes
Should view my fond remembrance here exprest, Oh! let the memory of him arise
Who bears their image graven in his breast!