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POEMS. 421
See how the beams of morning rise
From the darksome ocean’s tide,
And how the sweet spring breezes play
When the stormy winter has passed away.
And learn that symbol’s message blest:
A brighter dawn shall come;
Soon in thy anguish-stricken breast
The spring of peace will bloom.
And as yon lowering thunder-cloud
Ts swept from heaven away,
The shades that now thy spirit shroud
Shall yield to perfect day.
And when thou seest the bud that opes
To a flower_of gorgeous hue,
Know that erelong thy heart’s fond hopes
Shall bloom and blossom too.
But let the seed of the withered flower
Teach thee, O blossom fair,
That thou must die — in happier hour
Yet fairer flowers to bear!
CRADLE AND GRAVE.
Ear.test, latest,
Sacred to mortals, .
Consecrate places
Of slumber and peace!
Tranquil asylums,
Sheltering harbors,
Shrouded in airy
Fugitive shadows,
Where tears of humanity
Have their beginning,
Have too their ending,
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