The Black Seal in New Zealand Minstrelsy
- She says, “for me she’ll cross the sea.”
/ Oh blest!—my heart bounds full of glee;
/ May Heaven bring her safe to me!
- “Welcome post!” the lover sings,
/ “A billet from my love he brings
/ My soul shall feast on pleasant things,
/ Can I my joys conceal?”
Wairau:—or Col. W—’s Dirge to the Memory of His Brother in New Zealand Minstrelsy
- pleasing, around thee, thy scenes, Waiarau!
A Bushranging in New Zealand Minstrelsy
- The morning delights us, all nature invites us,
/ To taste her enjoyments wherever we rove;
The Bushman’s Harvest Home in New Zealand Minstrelsy
- With homely cheer
/ His board is quickly spread,
/ His partner dear
/ Delights to make him glad.
/ From circle gay, and blazing hearth
/ No wish has he to roam;
/ Content and happy, he enjoys
/ His humble harvest home.
Stanzas, extemporaneously written during the Egress of 1833, and the Ingress of1834 in New Zealand Minstrelsy
- How fair’s the aspect which receives our joy,
/ Aye me! who knows what follows in the train;
/ ’Tis myst’ry all, conceal’d from human pry,
/ Which time alone is able to explain.
/ How blind is man! futurity to know,
/ Though all with fondness hail the risen year;
/ For who can tell how fortune’s tide may flow,
/ Or what perplexing cares may rise severe.
Erratonga in New Zealand Minstrelsy
- “Ever may ye flow, sweet river,
/ Bliss diffusing round,” he cried;
/ “Ye remind me of those pleasures
/ I with my true love enjoyed.
- Fondly we our joys express’d;
/ “Vowing true love to each other,
The Fair Emigrant’s Fate in New Zealand Minstrelsy
- Who would not, o’er her hapless fate,
/ Breathe one deep sigh of sorrow?
/ Last night she dream’d of wedded love,—
/ How changed th’ eventful morrow!
Reflections over a Lark’s Nest in New Zealand Minstrelsy
- Truly they excite,
/ To sympathetic feelings of delight!
The Thrashing Floor in New Zealand Minstrelsy
- His toils give him pleasure when nought else can please,
/ His heart, of independence is proud, still scorning ease,
Canto Third in The New Zealand Survey
- And in the nature of His bounteous grace,
/ He called these islands forth, as to prepare
/ New scenes of active life, and stud this field
/ Of emptiness with other scenes of bliss,
/ In fruitful lands, as might outvie the north
/ With all its bulk of continental shores!
- where such form’d
/ In particles, or nuggets of some note;
Canto Fourth in The New Zealand Survey
- For since the time
/ The naked hills rose from the briny deep—
/ A mass, unsightly in their nakedness!—
- But much of time, in all external things
/ Concerning nature, or regarding man,
/ Must speak of change; as pleasures fresh arise,
/ They’ve but their space allotted to give joy;
/ Beyond that space are weariness and cares!
- when a law
/ Of nature is transgressed, it has a power
/ To render punishment, in which the weal
/ Of the delinquent is impaired, or lost
/ By the transgression made! Or when that law
/ Is duly well observed, it brings its gift
- As well set music sung which charms the ear,
/ And thrilling harmony sends through the soul,
- A place attractive for sequestered life,
/ As from the world apart, but yet within
/ The reach of social fellowship, when such
/ Is felt desirable! Here, fancy might
/ Depict a scene of happiness and ease
- Such fancied pleasures, as embodied here
/ In all reality, would one remind
/ Of paradizian joys found in that vale
/ Where Rassless lived, in ancient story famed!
/ Descending now from fancy’s Pisgah height
/ The scene t’ examine;—it declares itself
/ The former basin of an inland lake,
/ Connected once with briny tides, which laved
/ These mountain steeps.
- As one returns from a protracted tour
/ ’Mid foreign climes, and hails his boyhood’s home,
/ Recounting many changes, all for good,
/ That has occurred since when he left, in truth,
/ Impressing much his heart with hallowed joy;
Stanzas — To the Memory of Wm. Swainson, Esq., F.R.S. &c., — Departed hence, December 7, 1855 in The New Zealand Survey
- Though ye may mourn his loss, ye must approve
/ Of his advancement to a brighter sphere!
/ Although such loss is worthy of a tear,
/ Yet his removal to those realms above
/ Where bliss prevails, your friendship, as sincere,
/ Will give congratulations due, as proof of social love.
- The page of Nature with revealed Truth,
/ To a relationship he well could bring,
/ As from one Author both at first did spring,
/ That one the other might expound forsooth;
/ While thus their harmonies his soul could sing,
/ Anticipating bliss above, he bore his heavenward growth!
- His garden and his book, familiar friends!
/ With him, no other could their place supplant;
/ As these his sources were, whence ev’ry want
- He now must know, what oft he long’d to know—
/ “Whether our souls, amid the joys of heaven,
/ Would have to them a kind permission given,
/ To scan more perfectly God’s works below;*
/ Or range th’ extended universe, t’enliven
/ Extatic praise to love divine, for aye to overflow!”
- Here let me close this poor imperfect strain—
/ Poor, when compared with his attainments high;
/ Imperfect, when contrasted to that joy
/ His friendship gave;—though late I such did gain,
/ And shortlived, yet it was worthy:—social tie!
/ That grateful feelings ne’er can sleight, but steadfast such retain!
Canto Second in The New Zealand Survey
- So here displayed
/ Are num’rous products of the human mind,
/ All proving immortality in man!
/ In such an active principle evolves
/ A struggling strife to rise to something great!
/ Thus stern endeavours to achieve a name
/ Cause many works to be produced, ordained
/ By providence to benefit the race
/ Of man, in his progression from a low
/ To higher state of being, upon earth.
/ Such works, results of lab’ring thoughts, while hands
On Self Misery.—An Epigram in The New Zealand Survey
- While, how to escape from himself, is a querry;
/ Oft making him rush into woe!—
/ Or dreaming ’tis “life” to be thoughtlessly merry,
/ The pleasures of peace to forego;
/ How fatal such dreaming!—a snare, the invention
/ Of foes the most cruel, though sly;
/ False joys they would offer with blandest pretension,
/ Whose aim is the soul to destroy!
A Retrospective Reverie. — On receiving the “Hamilton Advertiser” a provincial newspaper, sent from “Home,” 1859 in The New Zealand Survey
- ’Twas here I once made my debut
/ As teacher in this little village,
/ Where first my energies were prized,
/ And many pleasures realized,
/ While being bent on mental tillage.
- These woodland heights in summer garb,
/ And verdant flowery leas forthspreading;
/ And sunny slopes where cottage bowers,
/ Amid their orchard shades, and flowers,
/ Look beautiful, an influence shedding,
- I hail the news from Hamilton,
/ And all the little towns surrounding;
/ How it recalls to memory
/ Old friendships, and old scenes of joy,
/ With happy interests abounding.
- My heart rejoices in the thought
/ That all are active in progression!—
Preface in The New Zealand Survey
- lifting the eye towards the opposite horizon and seeing forest-clad hills overtopping others, and beyond these the snow crested summits of a loftier range rising before an azure sky, the mind begins to feel as overwhelmed in a sort of inexpressible delight.
- after a sojourn among the valleys, where the eye is circumscribed to narrow limits; then coming into such an open space where the eye can find an abundant scope for its roving
Canto First in The New Zealand Survey
- They form a prospect charming to behold,
/ As seen before the distant azure sky,
/ And gilded by the sun’s enliv’ning beams;
/ Such, ev’ry other thought, save to admire,
/ Absorbs, and fills the mind with calm delight!
- How pleasant ’tis, when all appears serene,
/ Beneath the sunshine and an azure sky;
/ When the green forest, in its various shades
/ Of vernal livery, much delights the eye
/ With variegated beauties; and effects
/ A soothing influence on reflective minds,
/ Though ruffled much by life’s distracting cares!—
Ode to the Rising Sun in The New Zealand Survey
- So sure as when the sun shall rise,
/ With shadowy glooms receding,
/ Shall prospects bright beyond the skies
/ Earth’s trials be succeeding.
/ An endless day with endless joy,
/ With nought thereto relating
/ To be withdrawn!—Let such employ
/ All energies in waiting.
An Ode on Manawatu in The New Zealand Survey
- Such pleasures in prospect, for joy unsurpassed,
/ When future’s in contrast with all he has known;
- The country’s extent gives an impulse, which makes
/ His heart beat with freedom; while forth he must view
/ Thy great spreading plains, he prospective partakes
/ Much pleasure
Paikakariki.—A Sonnet in The New Zealand Survey
- a beautiful view
/ Opes up to the traveller, inviting to rest,
/ The scene to enjoy, ere he’d farther pursue
/ His journey—thus feasting on pleasures the best:—
In Memorium in The New Zealand Survey
- Besides expressing admiration oft,
/ Of all they saw of beauty that delights
/ The heart and fancy—happiness the end!
- Among the many promenading there
/ In groups, a cordial sympathy is felt;
/ For where joy reigns, companionship is sought
/ Such feeling to reciprocate, and join
/ In converse sweet, while drawing friendship’s tie
/ More close, each other’s confidence to share!
Stanzas — On hearing of the Sudden Demise of Mr. G. Copeland, on May 22, 1866, Aged 65 Years in The New Zealand Survey
- Ye friends bereft, ’mid tears rejoice
/ At his advancement—’tis his joy!
/ His footsteps follow—hear his voice,
/ “Be sure to meet me ’bove the sky.”
A Fine Morning in The New Zealand Survey
- While from the dark cloud the bright sun will assume
/ The smiles of sweet promise the day to sustain;
/ As lighting up glooms that would brood o’er the mind,
/ That we in sweet union with Nature may share
/ In happiest feelings, if pleasure inclined.
A Dinner Hour Reverie in The New Zealand Survey
- To have this faith within my heart,
/ And nature’s charms before mine eye,
/ May these still buoy my spirits up,
/ And cares convert to inward joy.
- Why thus should fretful thoughts annoy
/ A rational mind, may one enquire?
/ When all around, as ready, wait
/ Our hearts with pleasure to inspire.
/ ’Tis worldly pride, that peace destroys,
/ And kindles there each baneful strife;
/ Envenoming the purest joys
/ That might attach to human life.
/ The wants of nature are but few,
/ And eas’ly to be satisfied;
/ While those created ever grow
/ More and more complex when allied
/ Unto vain glory!—Such would shake
/ O’er one the tyrants vengeful rod,
/ Enslaving best affectious still
/ That should be rendered to his God.
On Passing Two Ladies in Deep Mourning in The New Zealand Survey
- When pride adopts the garb of woe,
/ Such mournings seem mere empty show,
/ And grief as but a jest!
On a Meeting of Friends in The New Zealand Survey
- Such meeting of friends with a glow of affection
/ So warmly responded, I’ve felt on my heart
/ Like sweet music echoed, or sunbeam reflection,
/ Which gladness would into one’s nature impart!
The Two Guides in The New Zealand Survey
- On some life’s problem to be solved,
/ Oft Passion’s side’s by Fancy brighten’d;
/ While that of Reason is involved
/ In much obscureness, unenlightened!
/ Thus, some are lured, and in their choice,
/ Are drawn by Fancy’s fascinations;
/ The while they dream of reaping joys,
/ Which fill their hearts with pride’s inflations,
/ Until some other days advance,
/ When Reason’s part becomes enlightened;
/ The soul awakes as from a trance
/ Amazed, at being so benighten’d!
/ Ah! then she grieves o’er what before
/ She doated on with fondest pleasure;
/ When Fancy’s light expires, no more
/ To cheer; of joys, no more her measure!
- But ah! to be recall’d the past
/ Can never, to reverse old choosings!
/ There’s where the misery lies, to last
/ Eternally, with painful musings!—
/ (Unless we can obtain in time,
/ That aid which cancels all past errors,
/ And to the soul gives peace sublime,
/ With heav’n-like joys displacing terrors)—
- ’Tis thus we Reason should prefer—
/ ’Tis wisdom, worthy all painstaking!—
/ And so her guidance seek with care,
/ While Fancy’s ’lurements false forsaking!
/ As Wisdom’s ways are pleasant ways,
/ So Reason with them harmonizes;
/ There true enjoyment’s found, as says
/ That “Truth” which ev’ry truth comprises
To a Mountain Daisy in The New Zealand Survey
- For He who cares for thee, sweet flower,
/ And paints thee with the choicest hue;
/ Can cherish all in hapless hour,
/ Who in Him trust, as shewn by you.
/ As on you shines the light of day,
/ That makes ye look with joyous smile;
/ So may His countenance alway
/ Shine on my soul, all glooms to foil!
/ How good from thee such lessons pure
/ To draw, that might dull ignorance teach,
/ Inspiring hopes, which bliss ensure,
/ More than dogmatic doctors preach!
Canto Fifth in The New Zealand Survey
- Ye pioneers! who thus have ventured on
/ A life of hardihood, and ample toil,
/ “Have courage!” be not flagging in your aims;
/ Though much there is before you, that bespeaks
/ Hard labor without end, as fain to mar
/ One’s perseverance; yet, before you lie
/ Rewards to be obtained! Fresh courage take!
/ ’Tis manly still to cope with trials; and
/ To overcome them with true energy,
/ Is victory worthy praise, in which much joy
/ May be experienced with exalted mind;
- As ’mid the revolution of events,
/ Old Nature’s aspect wild must be transformed,
/ And fresh resources be developed, where
/ Such seemingly once no existence had!
/ So now we see the work of bliss begun,
/ Appearances display a wonderous change
The Picture of a Poet in The Philosophy of Love. [A Plea in Defence of Virtue and Truth!] A Poem in Six Cantos, with Other Poems
- Things lovely makes him still rehearse
/ In song his feelings, and rejoice,
/ As hearing Heaven’s cheering voice,
- He puts himself in ev’ry body’s skin,
/ And with glad rapture sings their joys,
/ Or, mournfully their sorrows sighs,
/ As such were all his own!
- How sad indeed, when his susceptive mind
/ Must aught endure, averse to beauty’s kind,
/ As, some deformity of soul to find,
/ Where joy he would expect;
- But Truth as beauty’s duplicate, when shewn;
/ Will make his heart with pleasures high
/ Beat gladly— fell an ecstacy,
/ Which no one else can know!
- Love?—Yes, its raptures greatly swell his heart,
/ Yea, ev’ry thing of Beauty’s counterpart,
/ Can there a sweet response obtain, as part
/ And parcel of his being;
/ It is his joy,
/ To feel its impulse, him from sorrows freeing,
/ Which th’ world inflicts; oft to surprise,
/ Sweet inly music will arise
/ Griefs painful to destroy!
New Year Salutations, for 1863 in The Philosophy of Love. [A Plea in Defence of Virtue and Truth!] A Poem in Six Cantos, with Other Poems
- Good things of the past, bespeak much for the future,
/ Though nought of self merit in them may claim:
/ For, ’tis all of grace; in the act, and its nature,
/ We’re only mere agents unworthy of fame!
/ What gift is conferr’d on us, may we improve it;
/ ’Twas not to lie idle, or put to abuse!—
/ Where energy’s roused, Heaven’s aid will approve it,
/ And joy shall result to our souls’ special use!
- We look on the future, but ’tis not defined;
/ A great bank of shaddows rests o’er the abyss;
/ And who can tell what underneath is design’d
/ To fall to our lots,—whether sorrow, or bliss?
/ How Fancy paints brightly things distant to reach!
/ Yet, what lies behind is in darkness conceal’d:
/ Thus, wisdom from all past experience would teach,
/ “Be prompt to embrace what is truly reveal’d!”
- A happy New Year may we bid to the world:
/ May Nations in friendship, and concord unite!
/ The Banners of brotherhood wide be unfurl’d,
/ When Princes no longer in war shall delight!
Canto Third in The Philosophy of Love. [A Plea in Defence of Virtue and Truth!] A Poem in Six Cantos, with Other Poems
- Anticipation will as much enhance
/ Life’s joys in value, as when realized!—
/ Anticipation of expected bliss,
/ How like the bright sun shining in one’s face,
/ The eyesight dazzling with its glory, so
/ That pitfalls, or obstructions, which waylay
/ One’s progress, are unseen—all quite unknown,
/ Until he gets entangled to his woe!—
- Hard is his lot, whose loving heart would bode
/ On future joys, as seeing the bright scene
- Recovering slowly from her sore disease,
/ Though sad was the infliction, yet in time,
/ A christian resignation to the will
/ Of Providence, caused sorrows to depart,
/ And leave her mind in cheerful happy trim,
/ By calling in the aid of other powers,
/ Or faculties, not hitherto required
/ To take the place of sight, now wholly lost;
/ While with enlighten’d mind, well store with truth,
- But oft it haps, ’midbouyant hopes of bliss,
/ View’d in the future, charming to behold,
/ Like telescopic scenes, for beauty’s sheen,
/ That wayward things will yet one’s path beset,
/ ’S ifProvidence had doom’d his lot, to be
/ Far otherwise, than what he for himself
/ Had chosen; or the one on whom his heart
/ Is fix’d, is not appointed as—“mine own!”
- Such leads to closer friendship, which results
/ In truth’s foreshaddow’d hymenial bliss!
/ What blest results! when confidential truth
/ Becomes the basis of sweet union’s joys;
/ ’Tis bliss to both, compared to those enjoy’d
/ In former state, of an expectant kind,
/ When little jealouses were apt to blight
/ The fondest hopes the heart could e’er maintain!
/ Now in each other’s company can each
/ Rewarded feel, as truly bosom-friends!
/ True Love and Prudence when together join’d
/ In social harmony, can never fail
/ To gain the best results.
Canto Second in The Philosophy of Love. [A Plea in Defence of Virtue and Truth!] A Poem in Six Cantos, with Other Poems
- How good is love, reciprocated love:
/ When hearts are knit together, with that tie,
/ Which binds there closely to the throne of Heaven!
/ Such happy union Heaven can best approve;
/ Such happy pair can through life’s pilgrimage
/ Go hand in hand companions;—bosom friends
/ In every time of need; and ready be
/ To hold each other up, should adverse things
/ Their steps waylay: or cheer each other on,
/ Where aught, which tends to grieve, might them befall:
/ Such fellowship, how happy! ’Tis foretaste
/ Of bliss beyond the confines of this world!
- True love, in man existing, will maintain
/ Truthful integrity towards the one,
/ It singles out, as worthy its regards,
/ Despite temptations; and rejoice to see
/ The image of his love reflected there,
/ In its entirely; — as undefiled
/ Unblemish’d, good, and comely to behold!—
/ Such is love’s nature: and its chief delight
/ Is to contemplate the intrinsic worth,
/ Of the sole being when it most esteems
/ As sum and centre of its happiness!
/ Yes, it is happiness, the most replete,
/ To be so pleased, the heart so much rejoiced,
- Yes, but for Love; their hearts-uniting love;
/ Their lost condition had been barren ground,
/ Full worse than land, which brings forth noisome weeds;
/ On which no sweet enjoyment can exist.
- ’Twas all delight, and harmony, and peace;
/ With not a shade of trial to becloud
/ The happy days and hours of sinless love!
/ But when the Tempter came, to interfere
/ With primal joys, by tempting the glad pair
/ To break their cov’nant union with their God;
/ Ah! then they felt what ne’er before was known,
/ A change in all their mutual joy!
- ’Tis truly sad, when thus her heart is given,
/ And troth is pledged, unto a worthless one,
/ Then find herself deceived; and each fond hope,
/ Of future bliss, which once her heart inspired
/ Are blighted,—fled—and left, a painful void!
/ Thus feels she now her sad position; thus
/ She feels new energies, undream’d of once,
/ Arise within her heart, to cope with cares
/ Unthought of, ere such had her lot become!
- How good it is, when mutually agreed
/ Are either’s best affections, to unite
Canto First in The Philosophy of Love. [A Plea in Defence of Virtue and Truth!] A Poem in Six Cantos, with Other Poems
- At such a sight, who can declare the joy
/ That took possession of him? Wonder-rapt
/ At such display of beauty, and of grace;
/ Love fired his heart more ardently, which made
/ Him bound t’ embrace the object he admired,
/ His counterpart,—Companion of his life!
/ Th’ emotions he sustain’d from Nature’s charms
/ Were now so vastly multiplied, he felt
/ As Paradise itself had got renew’d,
/ And former loves intensified become!
/ His heart beat high within him; his whole soul
/ Was full of rapture, and ecstatic praise!
- Oh Isha! my Beloved!—dear to my heart!—
/ Part of myself!—The darling of my soul!
/ Second to Deity! to me, thou art;
/ MyJoy! in thee, is happiness complete!—
/ My heart was lonely, notwithstanding all
/ Around would joy impart; but who was there
/ To whom I could communicate a thought?
/ Or would rejoice mine ears with speech, to shew
/ Intelligence of soul as kindred pure,
/ So as to prove mine equal, or take part
- his devotion’s all composed of love,
/ Yes love intense,—intense in all its Truth,
/ As ’twould reflect the Image of his God
/ Upon his soul;—the sum of perfect bliss!
- God’s works around were subjects to his muse,
/ Oft raising most delightful thoughts, which burst
/ In utter’d tones of love-expressive praise;
/ Yes, love expressive,—full of ecstacy,—
/ Prolonging oft the song of heart felt joy!
- Truth’s lustre gone,
/ What clouds of gloom envelope would the world,
/ But for such rays Love, still glimmering through,
/ To cheer one’s pilgrim path of life, and prove
/ A motive to advance in virtue’s cause,
/ While keeping in remembrance former bliss!
- Love was the magnet between God and man,
/ And still is, in regard to common weal,
/ Whether for present, or for future good;
/ It was man’s motive pow’r to duty’s work,
/ And made earth’s Eden Paradise below,
/ Akin to Heav’n above, for perfect bliss!
/ Blest is the power of Love;—of Love devine,
/ That parent of all human love;—in truth,
/ ’Tisthat, which fills man’s soul with moral worth,
/ And makes it conscious of superior caste,
/ ’Bove aught to being call’d; and makes him seek
/ Enjoyments of a nature like itself,
/ For immortality;
- The happiness of Heaven, who can conceive,
/ A part from love’s sweet influence? ’Tis the light
/ That beams in glory from th’ effulgent face
/ Of Deity, and sheds, through Heaven’s expanse,
/ An equal share of bliss, and brightness pure!
/ No diminution’s felt at farthest reach,
/ (If such there be) from centre, as its source;
/ For, Love gives glory unrestrain’d, and strong,
/ As magnified ten thousand fold, to all,
/ Convincing all alike that “God is Love!”
/ Yea, in whose soul such love exists, and proves
/ The emanation of God’s Love, there can
/ No darkness be: for light and life maintain,
/ To the exclusion of all shade of care.—
/ Such is the joy of Heaven.
- TLove is the never-ending theme of Heaven,
/ In everlasting praise! It is the zest
/ Of all enjoyment theirs, which never fails
/ T’ excite new raptures in each ardent soul,
/ Increasing, and enlarging the full flow
/ Of holy joy, which no decreasing knows.
- with Him
/ MyLove goes forth—His nature’s Love itself!
/ And, Him will I uphold in all My Love!”
- For thee,
/ My darling Isha, my heart’s wellings flow,
/ To overflowing:—an exhaustless source
/ To me, thou art, of everlasting praise!
Canto Fifth in The Philosophy of Love. [A Plea in Defence of Virtue and Truth!] A Poem in Six Cantos, with Other Poems
- Thus, hand in hand
/ Good company are they, as they pursue
/ Their pilgramage with cheer. Such mutual love
/ Is joy abounding in itself;—the bond
/ Of unity, that best secures their weal
/ Upon the way, while gladdening their hearts
/ With prospects bright, of never ending joy!
To my Auld Trews in The Philosophy of Love. [A Plea in Defence of Virtue and Truth!] A Poem in Six Cantos, with Other Poems
- Though former freenships fail—’tis sad!—
/ Like the fine gloss my trews ance had;
/ Yet may remembrances still shed
/ Aroon’ this heart
/ (Like holes weel patch’d,) an influence glad,
/ Joys to impart!
/ ’Tis thus we may some wisdom gain
/ Frae common things, whilk aye contain
/ Gude halsome truths; whilk to attain,
/ The eydent Muse
/ Wad, moralizin’ sing this strain
/ To my auld Trews!
An Admonition in The Philosophy of Love. [A Plea in Defence of Virtue and Truth!] A Poem in Six Cantos, with Other Poems
- “Weep not for me; I am not lost,
/ Though not in the old tenement I’m found;
/ But gone to where eternal joys abound;—
/ Time’s Jordan now is crossed!
/ “Weep not for me, no cares are mine;
/ My pains, and sorrows all, are left behind;
/ I triumph now o’er every ill combined;
/ And in full glory shine!
/ Your weeping never can avail
/ Me to recall from these bright scenes of bliss:
/ But rather seek ye untold happiness,
/ Which here can sole prevail!
A Retropective Ditty in The Philosophy of Love. [A Plea in Defence of Virtue and Truth!] A Poem in Six Cantos, with Other Poems
- But should I ne’er return
/ To those scenes, which once gave pleasure;
/ This bosom’s like an urn,
/ Where remembrance hoards its treasure:
/ Such treasure to forego,
/ On this heart so deeply graven,
/ I’ll never while ye flow
/ On your course sweet winding Aven
A Lay on Wanganui in The Philosophy of Love. [A Plea in Defence of Virtue and Truth!] A Poem in Six Cantos, with Other Poems
- Thus, devastations dire would prove
/ A prelude to some future bliss;
/ The soil enrich’d would now behove
/ The active settlers’ happiness:—
/ New, since old solitudes are past,
/ And day, with Nature, would arise
/ To scatter former glooms, She’d cast
/ Her lot in with bold enterprize:
/ And prove a handmaid good and true;
/ As crowning Industry with cheer;
/ And will as joyfully bestrew
/ Improvement’s path with blessings clear!
/ So, see around this truth proclaim’d
/ In mueh of largeness, still t’ encrease;
/ While more developments are aim’d
/ To know where her resources cease.
/ To fathom such would seem as vain
/ Where ample stores would overflow;
/ As merest effort makes each gain
/ A pledge, of what she’d yet bestow!
- How Nature like some lowly maid,
/ Who long has borne a lonely state
/ With all her virtues cast in shade,
/ Yet bowing meekly to her fate,
/ Since she no better knew,—Now see,
/ Her head is raised, the cheering smile
/ Illumes her count’nance; as with glee,
/ New hopes inspire her, as to foil
/ All heart depressions! See, no more
/ She’s passive, void of pleasure; it
/ Seems now her lot, with hopes in store
/ Of great rejoicings,— bliss most fit!
- How good to mark each distant scene,
/ Where yet may come improvement’s change;
/ The wilderness will then be seen
/ Its savage prestige to estrange;
/ And welcome civ’lisation’s bliss,
/ As Nature such a state had chose;
/ So, thus ’tis said “the wilderness
/ Shall bud and blossom as the rose!”
/ Now, still on Wanganui’s banks
/ May thriving herds, and flocks be seen
/ With fields of grain, as Heavenly thanks
/ For industry, which glads each scene!
Canto Sixth in The Philosophy of Love. [A Plea in Defence of Virtue and Truth!] A Poem in Six Cantos, with Other Poems
- A problem, grave, no doubt, which can be solved
/ More honourably, than by self-revenge!
/ Thus, Providence would teach, another course
/ Of duty is thy lot; and which is thine
/ To search out, and the task there found, fulfill!
/ The place, where thou successful search canst make
/ Is chiefly in thy nature,—not in ought,
/ Which leads to dissipation, or disgrace,—
/ Yes, chiefly in thy nature, like good gold
/ In store ’mid clay or rnbbish; to be had
/ As the reward for searching; so thou may’st
/ Have inwrought duties of some special kind,
/ Adapted to thy genius, which yet lie
/ Incognito, awaiting such a time
/ To be sought after; and, in being done,
/ Reward to good advantage, in the joy
/ Performance gives, in banishing thy woes!
/ Thus, vex’d affections, where they’ve been misplaced
/ May prove the prelude to thy future bliss!
- Love cultivated brings its own reward;
/ It yields like all good crops abundant joy!
/ A loveless life but ill becomes the soul
/ That claims to be immortal! Love is life,
/ And its chief essence, through the course of time,
/ And must upheld be: the reverse is Death
/ In all its small details; in which, such bears
/ No sweet regard for bliss! So in this world
/ Is man’s probation fix’d, as if to prove
/ His fitness for a higher state of bliss,
/ According as th’ affections of the heart
/ Have cultivated been, to gain the prize!
/ As Love to God, breeds love to bosom friends;
/ And Love to bosom friends will act as proof
/ Their tendency is upward; towards HOME!
- A blank, in the affections of the heart,
/ Is painful to endure, especially
/ In souls, whose natures sensibly can feel
/ A strong capacity for bringing forth
/ The fruits of social love; such as to cheer
/ Where sorrows would invade; or much advance
/ The comforts of this life! Yet ’tis the lot
/ Of many, who seem worthy better cheer;
/ If aught of cheer can in a blank be found.
/ Who would not sympathize with loving hearts,
/ Whose lottery of life would seem a blank?
/ Who yet, through some fortuitous event
/ Are unattach’d, unsought-for, and who seem
/ Quite isolated from love’s social bliss.
/ That such there are, the world around can tell,
/ Of either sex, both amiable and wise;
/ Who seem as if no partners were for them,
/ As being overlook’d; so must be lone,
/ As when was Adam found, when he had none
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