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en, one, who, when on tiptoe, sees Her history running through a line of Kings: In fame how excellent; in life how pure; As though the virtues of her ancestry Had found new utterance in her virtuous self. As rain-drops, trickling through the hills of Time, Commingling gather, till, in sparkling life, They come, a streamlet, happy in the sun, To gladden all with beauty, so the gems That thickly fleck an old ancestral name From time how distant, centre in the soul Of her who comes this day with loving smile To crown a husband with such wealth of worth As 'tis her own to give. Thrice happy pair! May cloudlets never dim the arc of light That should engirdle all their lives, and make Their home a paradise. If such should come, May they be transient as a summer cloud That mars but for a moment, yet to make The sky more beautiful. May truest Love Be with them ever, garnishing their lives With bliss perpetual, and lighting up Their footsteps o'er the earth, as when, of old, God's angels walked with men. So shall they live A life which loving hearts alone may know. IMPROMPTU: ON THE DEATH OF MR. THOMAS KNEATH, A WELL-KNOWN TEACHER OF NAVIGATION, AT SWANSEA. He pupils taught to brave the gale Secure on life's tempestuous sea; Then, pupil he of Death, set sail To navigate Eternity. The students taught by him--return In safety to their friends ashore; But tutor Death, so cold and stern, Brings back his pupils--never-more. EXTRACTS FROM SOME UNPUBLISHED MANUSCRIPT. HUMILITY OPPRESSED. Blame not the world: But blame its law that makes it crime akin To be of lowly birth--to lack the gold Whereby to coat the mask to cheat the world Of sterling merit. See yon beauteous fly Breaking its plumage 'gainst the glassy pane, Till spent and weary, yearning tow'rds the sun. E'en so the lowly-born but large of soul See not, but feel, the chilling barrier Set up by Pride to mar their sky-ward flight To liberty and life. UPWARD STRIVINGS. See, when the simple moth doth blindly rush To reach the flame, its life oft pays the debt Of folly. Yet 'tis nobler thus to die Midst all the brightness of a waking life, Than from the world ooze out through darkened ways By beggarly instalments--none to feel Thy life but thine own poor ignoble self: And none to tell the moment of thy
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