Autumnal Leaves Or Tints of Memory And Imagination

the dawn of day to greet, To think the flow'rets bloom for thee alone. No worldly cares thy peaceful dreams molest; No absent friends thy waking thoughts shall mourn; Nor unkind memory, ling'ring in the breast, Recal past joys that never can return. With sad delight I saw thee wildly gaze Upon the sun, which through yon lattice shone; Unconscious that its bright resplendent rays Must guide thee through a world as yet unknown:? A world, where Envy reigns with tyrant sway, And Virtue sinks beneath the weight of pride ; Ambition strews with flowers the thorny way, And oft is Vice with luxury supplied. Many an eye, that once with pleasure smiled, The tear of sympathy has learned to shed ; And sunny locks as bright as thine, sweet child, By Sorrow have been changed ere youth has fled. There were fourteen principal Deities among the Romans, being the fourteen Virtues. Marcellus erected two temples, one to Virtue and the other to Honour. They were built in such a manner, that to see the Temple of Honour it was necessary to pass through that of Virtue. Oh ! I have dwelt too long upon this theme ; Ye gloomy visions, from my brain depart: For now ye tell of young affection's dream, And touch the chord that vibrates on my heart. Away ! the morning breaks o'er land and sea, And thou must soon from thy sweet slumber wake: Oh! may thy life for ever peaceful be As the calm breeze that lightly fans the lake !...