Poems

EAD BLOSSOM. The blossom died in early May, Before I knew its sweeter prime ; No mellow fruit upon the bough Shall hang in Autumn's harvest time. Alone the naked tree shall stand, Fruitless in the teeming land. But when the Winter, chill and drear, Whirls the leaves on every side, All shall then as naked be As the tree whose blossom died. For in the Winter, none can say Which has blossomed in the May. MY HOPE. Shall I reveal to thee my hope ? It is that I may be Soon conscious of thy maiden love : Then shall the darkened sea Break glorious on the coasts of earth,- The freighted argosy Shall spread its sails unto the wind, Aud leave the barren past behind. MY HOPE. 23 Perhaps to me the future wears A hue more bright than may Adorn it, when the sun shall look Upon the noon of day; But, to my hope, a golden orb Seems shining on tho way, Undimmed by all the clouds which lie Thick strown beneath the morning sky.THE SABBATH BELL. How like a knell Sounds the far off Sabbath bell! Not unto me The summons speaks an accent glad. Eternity Hath meaning sad Unto my faint, prophetic soul ! The ages shall their circuit roll In endless gloom. From the low portals of the tomb, I see the dark procession go, Dumb in its ecstasy of woo ! THE SABBATH BELL. 25 Oh! Sabbath bell! My weary ears remember thee ! Upon the swell Of that uncertain, clouded sea, Which bounds ...