A Translation of an Episode in Ossian in New Zealand Minstrelsy
- Upon the rocks of winds, which loudly roar,
/ Oh weep! thou lovely maid of Inistore.
/ And bend thy fair head o’er the stormy waves,
/ Thou lovelier than the mountain ghost that moves
/ O’er Morven’s silence, in the glowing rays
/ Of yonder sun, in its meridian blaze.
/ For now thy youth’s laid low!—Ah! he is fallen,
/ Pale, pale beneath the sword of brave Cuthullen!
/ No more shall valour raise, nor aught that brings
/ Thy love again to match the blood of kings,
/ For Trenor, graceful Trenor, is no more!
/ Thy youth has died, Oh Maid of Inistore!
/ His gray dogs howling all at home do lie,
/ They see his haunting spirit passing by;
/ His bow unstrung now in the hall is found,
/ And in his hall of hinds, no more is heard his sound.
The Pastry Baker in New Zealand Minstrelsy
- Yet, when he would woo me, he calls me his dove,
/ His angel, and every name that is bonny;
/ I would be ingrate not to give him my love
/ For his in return, though ’tis more for his money.
The Black Seal in New Zealand Minstrelsy
- “Welcome post!” the lover sings,
/ “A billet from my love he brings
/ My soul shall feast on pleasant things,
/ Can I my joys conceal?”
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,
Colonial Courtship of 1841 in New Zealand Minstrelsy
- Courtship ’s truly all a bubble;
/ It breaks in air, and is nae mair,
/ Though aft it gi’es us meikle trouble.
A Love Sonnet, written for a Young Lady to Her Lover, to whom She soon after got Married in New Zealand Minstrelsy
The Fair Emigrant’s Fate in New Zealand Minstrelsy
- Upon the poop, a lady fair,
/ Her ’kerchief white is waving;
/ Sweet token of a true love’s care!
A Desperate Case in New Zealand Minstrelsy
- down I fell,
/ And writhed in pains uncommon;
/ Their keenness more than tongue can tell,—
/ Aye, more than pangs of woman!
The Love Letter in New Zealand Minstrelsy
- To her my heart’s emotions bear,—
/ In loving her I’m blest;
/ As fond attachment’s warmth of love
/ Still glows within my breast.
Evening Industry in New Zealand Minstrelsy
- Nor shall I hapless fortune mourn,
/ Since love alone can lighten toil!”
Answer to the Lover’s Invitation in New Zealand Minstrelsy
- ’Tis not thy garden rare, dearest laddie, O,
/ Nor yet thy fields so fair, dearest laddie, O,
/ That can avail with me; for, as love is ever free,
/ ’Tis thine that conquers me, my dearest laddie,
Wairau:—or Col. W—’s Dirge to the Memory of His Brother in New Zealand Minstrelsy
- I’m depriv’d of thy friendship, my brother!
A Retrospective Reverie. — On receiving the “Hamilton Advertiser” a provincial newspaper, sent from “Home,” 1859 in The New Zealand Survey
- And those soirees of Sunday Schools,
/ Detailed within this “Advertiser,”
/ While reading such, I feel as there,
/ And learn in happy smiles this pray’r,
/ “Oh! let the rising race grow wiser
Canto Second in The New Zealand Survey
- WELL DONE! Ye benefactors of mankind;
/ Whatever be the countries of your birth,
/ You well deserve the thanks of ev’ry age!
/ For well ye have fulfilled your trust,—improved
/ That talent once alloted to your care
/ By Him who chose you as a means to shew
/ Mankind His mercy, when He looked upon
/ Their toils multifarious; and suggested how
/ Such might be eased; a proof of love divine,
Auld Jamie Waft.—A Song in The New Zealand Survey
- Auld Jamie had been a bright weaver of old,
/ And seldom was favored with silver or gold;
/ Though early and late he would ply at his craft,
/ Still blythe as a linnet was auld Jamie Waft.
/ And when to New Zealand auld Jamie did come,
/ To follow dame fortune and seek a fresh home;
/ In meeting with hardships he never shew’d saft,
/ But stick to his colours did auld Jamie Waft.
/ For Jamie when landed had scarcely a shilling,
/ But had a stout heart and twa hands that were willing
/ For all kind o’ wark though professing no craft;
/ So naething could wrang come tae auld Jamie Waft.
Signs of the Times in 1853 in The New Zealand Survey
- Thus soaping well the list’ning crowd;
/ He in their ears can bawl aloud,
/ “Oh! how I love the working man!”*—
/ Aye! love him?—Surely!—that’s the plan
/ To gain his flatter’d favours:—though
/ ’Tis on the hustings, a mere show,
/ Their special ends to gain!—and then
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!
In Memorium in The New Zealand Survey
- How well it is when nobleness of soul,
/ Combine with other nobleness of birth;
/ For then a worth is shewn, which other eyes
/ Can never look on but with pure delight;
/ Such worth engendering that love which ne’er
/ Can be displaced, nor held ’neath pride’s control
A Parting for War.—A Song in The New Zealand Survey
- There’s glory ’mid the din of war,
/ Though nought ye see but danger, love;
/ Should Freedom’s sons e’er brook debar
/ From proving her avenger, love!
/ ’Tis thine, indeed, to weep o’er ills
/ Which tyrant pride inflicteth, love;
/ But be it mine to thwart that will
/ Which Freedom’s joys restricteth, love!
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.
- On earth the works of God he has explored,
/ To aid his fellows of mankind to love
/ The author of their beings, and approve
/ Hiswond’rous ways; and in His will accord
/ Though seeming strange to ignorance, that strove
/ To give the lie to truths, which Nature teaches of her Lord.
- 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!”
The Lonely Man.—A Song in The New Zealand Survey
- See each has his partner, a kind bosom friend,
/ Who with all his sorrows her soothings can blend;
/ But me, I’m forsaken—affection’s sweet tie
/ Assunder is broken—how sad, sad am I!
/ My fate must I mourn till this life ebbs its tide,
/ Since she whom I loved has forsaken my side;
/ So farewell to pleasures while thus made to sigh—
/ How cheerful is nature while sad, sad am I.
Cupid Sharpening His Arrows in The Philosophy of Love. [A Plea in Defence of Virtue and Truth!] A Poem in Six Cantos, with Other Poems
- “All are not alike with the men: I can shew it;
/ For instance, this blunt one’s enough for a Poet:
/ His heart is so tender,—so very impressible,
/ That he is, to True-love, at all times accessible:
/ While that of the counterfeit treating with scorn,
/ As he is, of Nature’s first noblemen, born!—
- Besides, what a lot of young Ladies, who’d prove
/ Good partners to many young Gents, could they love!
/ So, see many Marys, and Janes, and Susannahs,
/ Preparing for husbands upon their pianos:
/ Besides, other spirits, as eager to please,
/ Would practise the mysteries of butter and cheese:
/ All in their spheres willing good partners to be,
/ When call’d on, for pleasure, or life’s industry!—
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
- His head is crown’d with a halo of love,
/ Smiling in holiness, strong in faith;
/ The light in his eyes is calm, and sweet:
/ He roams from the earth to the realms above,
/ To seek for the glory of love, he saith;
/ And rests his song at God’s own feet!
- 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!
Canto Third in The Philosophy of Love. [A Plea in Defence of Virtue and Truth!] A Poem in Six Cantos, with Other Poems
- What can try more affection’s truth, than when
/ A change of fortune, unforeseen, occurrs,
/ To blight once happy prospetcs? or when comes
- Here is a scene which Angels might admire!
/ It is so like ‘LOVE’s light’, which beams from Heaven
/ On man’s condition, smitten by his sin!
/ What an avowal! ’Twas submission meek
/ To Heaven’s decree!—See his large heart of truth
/ Defying sorrows, which would others scare:
/ Here is True Love in all its fullness shewn;
/ Such; that must merit long and full renown!
/ Go lover, likewise Do; and turn not from
/ Thy lov’d one, ’mid lost fortunes, or in woes;
/ Such, that o’er-ruling Providence ordains,
- Hail sweet companionship! All hail! to such
/ That proves the coupling of two kindred hearts,
/ Whose hopes and feelings are alike;—embued
- So had it been with Alliquis, and his
/ Devoted Anna in minority:
/ But through some secretly concocted plan,
/ Which none but ardent lovers can devise;
/ As if some spirit telegram had given
- What struggles rise twixt love and wounded pride!
/ —Now, which to gain the mast’ry o’er his mind
/ Becomes the theme of mental arguement,
/ While inclination strongly would oppose
/ Pride’s vile suggestion, “no more to return!”—
/ Yes, warm affections paint the picture true,
/ And shew most vividly unto his mind,
/ What would be the result of hearing Pride:—
- 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.
- where True Love from Prudence is apart:
/ What failures oft occur!—It is as when
/ No one is near, of danger to fore-warn,
/ Till helplessly we plunge in sorrow’s pool!
/ See, how it was with Mary.
- What though the lover may be sorely vex’d
/ By circumstances cross, which mar th’ advance
/ Of union’s joys; if corresponding truth.
/ And sympathy be hers, he feels as blest
/ While musing on the darling of his heart,
/ With whom his soul is wed; although apart,
/ ’Tis a foretaste of what he holds in view!
- 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!”
Preface in The Philosophy of Love. [A Plea in Defence of Virtue and Truth!] A Poem in Six Cantos, with Other Poems
- It is true, the idea of love, in many minds of a reprehensible nature, is often associated with notions, which has no affinity whatever with love in its true character! The affections of the heart, which are as an impress of God’s likeness on the soul, can surely not be deserving of that degraded sort of esteem, with which some would regard them.
- The title of the following Poem may, perhaps, be rather strange at first thought; and may prompt the enquiry,—“What sort of philosophy is there in Love?”—In reply, I would say, do think again: give it another thought: and then ask, Is there no Philosophy in Love? I hope a reference even to the analysis of the poem will go far to shew that there is; and more especially, I hope, in the poem, the Muse’s endeavours will prove that there is a great deal of philosophy, in Love; and as much in value, if not more so, than all the other philosophies existing!
- Love is not only the essence of all true poetry, but it is also the foundation of all sound morality,—it is the very spirit of moral philosophy! Now, say, is there no philosophy in Love?
- True love is worthy of the best respect that can be shewn; and not to be ashamed; seeing it reflects, as in a mirror, that spirit of truth, with which the affections were inspired at the beginning; and had pronounced upon it the best of blessings; and it is on the merit of such, that human happiness on earth chiefly depends. But, how much has
Canto Fifth in The Philosophy of Love. [A Plea in Defence of Virtue and Truth!] A Poem in Six Cantos, with Other Poems
- In th’ humble cot,
/ Where dwell Contentment, Industry, and Peace,
/ Such, influenced by love, delight the heart,
/ More than the splendour which surrounds the great
/ Where love’s a stranger! Let the rich be proud
/ Of their surroundings; yet, such often prove
/ Mere trammels in enjoyment’s way; they give
/ But little consolation to the soul,
/ When press’d with cares; they rather much depress
/ Where sympathy’s required, and is not found;—
- Love is the source
/ Whence many blessings spring, and flow along
/ One’s pilgrim path of life; as when the stream,
/ Which from the flinty rock flow’d at the call
/ Of Moses, at the mount, in Sinai’s wild,
/ And follow’d close, with an unfailing flow
/ By Israel’s journey’ngs to the “promised land,”
/ For their refreshment, comfort, and delight:---
/ So do those blessings, which from mutual love
/ Still take their rise, refresh the heart when faint
/ With worldly trials;—or, when sorrows come,
/ As sent, to make us feel “we’re not our own;”
/ Us bringing to our duty, when we’ve been
/ Neglectful, or have err’d; then comfort flows
/ From love’s exhaustless fountain, to rejoice
/ The heart, which else had been involved in woe!
- He had a virtuous Mother; and a home
/ Which seem’d as ’twere a type of Heav’n on earth;
/ He felt a share of all his Father’s joy,
/ And ne’er saw ought but unanimity
/ Exist between them! Judging women all
- 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!
- that they
/ Should introduce God’s worship in their home.
/ At this, he first was silent; ’twas a theme
/ He had not yet consider’d; though in truth
/ He could not such condemn; but rather felt
- Blest is the heart, in love, that’s satisfied;
/ And feels contented with the lot he owns:
- Love uncherish’d frets
/ Itself to sad vexation;—ill at ease,
/ His heart feels pain’d, —has no enjoyment, where
/ It ought to feel at home: it is not blest
/ With that repose it craves, when press’d with cares.
/ Can there his mind have rest? ’Tis apt to rove
/ To seek elsewhere what is not found at home,
/ At risk of sacrifising moral worth!
/ Such want of reciprocity, and peace,
/ Will often lead to dissipation’s woes;
/ No matter how degraded, when is lost
/ That self-respect, home-love could have sustain’d
- True love is beauty’s counterpart in truth:
/ All outward comeliness is much at fault,
/ When true-love has no dwelling in the heart!
/ The prude may make attempt at outward show,
/ In artificial decorations gay,
/ With mirror’d smiles and counterfeited charms;
/ Yet have no beanty worthy to be seen,
/ When in th’ affections truth is quite innane!
- Love, like the threefold cord, not easily broke,
/ Their hearts in strength uniting, has them bound,
/ And made incorp’rate: though with adverse things
Canto Sixth in The Philosophy of Love. [A Plea in Defence of Virtue and Truth!] A Poem in Six Cantos, with Other Poems
- Thus far my song; now here the Muse may stay.
/ With weak and faltring wing she has pursueb
/ Thə subject more than first had been devised;
/ Yet, what has been attempted merely shews
/ The earthly outskirts of the holy theme.
/ Though step by step beyond her first essay,
/ Induced to venture thus, as fain to soar
/ To heights which loom afar; however high
- In man, or womanhood’s maturity,
/ If none of one’s own nature can be found
/ T’absorb the love-o’erflowings of the heart,
/ In fond caressings bladishments and praise;
/ They must look round, if only but find
/ Some bestial pet, on which they lavish may
/ Their surplus of affections!—Such oft proves
/ A precious acquisition to the one,
/ Who has not met yet with a social friend,
/ Her feelings to reciprocate. This source
/ Of fond enjoyment has its moral, though
- To have no one to love, or no good deed
/ To do; or have no influence for good,
/ Can leave no mark behind, when thou art gone
/ Beyond life’s bourn, to tell that virtue lived
/ In such a sphere; thy life will only shew
/ The image of a desert, amid which
- Love in the heart, thus actuated, when
/ No other claim of nearer kin presides,
- Love must have some choice object upon which
/ To rest affections, as its nature craves
/ This gracious privilege, to exercise
/ Its calling, in good deeds; as if t’admire
/ The likeness of its Father, in itself
/ As in a mirror shewn, with purest grace.
- Some lonely Poet, though he deeply feels
/ His nature fraught with Love’s most potent power,
/ Yet has not found a sympathizing heart,
/ In some one, who might comprehend his thoughts,
/ He awkwardly expresses; so must fail
/ T’ impress, as he himself feels love-imprest;
/ His seriousness befool’d, his heart much pain’d,
/ He seeks his comforts at the copious spring
/ Of thought, within his soul—a precions gift,
/ Of God, when rightly used;—and thus the Muse
/ Becomes his safety valve, to let off cares,
/ In plaintive song, or other nobler strains;
/ When otherwise, such cares his heart had rent
- But where such state is not—no special friend
/ T’ absorb affection’s flow—love’s principle
/ Must have some course of action, as it is
/ A spirit which can ne’er be idly hid;
/ Or be inactive in some way of good;
/ Unless it has become deseased,—deranged
/ From its true nature,—so engend’ring hate,
/ Misanthrophy, and such pernicious ills,
- 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
- The mind, couvulsed by ardent passions, seems
/ Like a tempestuous hurricane, enraged,
/ Beyond control. Such aberration from
/ The calm composure of truth’s confidence
/ Tends sadly to turn reason upside down!—
/ Love changed to hatred, is, as the meek lamb
- Love-crossings when improve’d upon aright
/ Have been the source, whence benefits have sprung,
/ Yes, such have been the first step of that scale,
/ Which leads to fame’s high honousr, with renown!
/ So Damon such a truth could well confirm,
/ In th’ energies such waken’d in his soul:
/ Which gave the impulse, to spring from the dust,
/ And drudgery of mean life, in which he lived,
/ He being cross’d in love, and to forget
/ The insult, which he reckon’d he sustain’d,
/ He gave himself the task ’mid other toils
/ Of learning ancient languages, and thus
/ Began a course of life, which led at length
/ To fame, and high distinction in the world!
- How well it is to moralize on Love,
/ Recounting all the bliss its truth contains!
/ As Heav’n imposes duties, on our lives,
/ To be fulfill’d; so leaves He such to be
/ Perform’d, according to our means, or as
/ Our sev’ral natures will allow, the due
/ Accomplishment of all that is required.
/ As none has been restricted to one mode,
/ Or bound down to one form of instinct; as
/ The tribes inferior, which each class controls.
/ So, man is blest with freedom, as becomes
/ His reason, to adopt what course he deems
/ Best for the purpose in his nature woven,
/ When seeking out the partner of his life!
/ Thus, where he can his prudence exercise,
/ And in consistency with Heaven’s just laws,
/ His part perform, such laws his wisdom, which,
/ According to such laws obey’d, rewards
/ With comfort, and domestic joys in store!
- When love, matured, is like the fruitful tree
- 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!
- The ideal prize gave pleasue, while it was
- Love’s blessings are not sent as full matured;
- To part with friends, our common friends, is sad:
/ But, when we’re disappointed in the hopes
/ We entertain’d of dearest friendship’s growth,
/ In those we thought our happiness enshrined,
/ For whom, affections glow’d within our hearts
/ Such is a trial painful to endure!
/ The unreciprocated love gives pain:
- ’Tis well, when grieved by unrequited love,
/ The mind in other things diversion finds,
/ To give relief; such acts the safety-valve,
/ By which all surplus feelings are dispell’d,
/ Which gen’rated have been by the rebuff;
/ Such takes up the attention, keeps the mind
/ From brooding o’er all injuries sustain’d;
/ And turns its energies to other calls,
/ As, solving problems of another kind,
/ Full quite as beneficial to the weal
/ Of self, as in the end ’tis to the world:
/ For many good inventions have arisen
/ From slighted love, which else had scarcely been!
/ Thus, science a retreat has sometimes proved
/ For love-vex’d minds, who would its umbrage seek;
- 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!
- But, being thus aroused, life has been seen;
/ As such has waked the music of the heart,
/ In holy numbers, of seraphic strains,
/ Or other energies, which dormant lay
/ In idleness, have call’d been to good deeds,
/ In searching Nature’s treasures, to advance
/ The cause of science, and of Truth! Such things,
/ Which much affect love’s pride, have been the source,
/ In ancient times, whence revolutions sprung
/ To set in order wry affairs of state!
/ Love-crossings have made heroes on the field,
/ And on the main, ’mid battle’s direst work:
/ And such have work’d a change on simple man,
/ By rousing him to independent mind.
Canto First in The Philosophy of Love. [A Plea in Defence of Virtue and Truth!] A Poem in Six Cantos, with Other Poems
- This theme is Love, and its Philosophy,
/ The wisdom of its nature we’ll discuss
/ In form of song. May Heaven assist this strain!
/ And may this song in sweetness well accord
/ With all the holiest feelings of the soul,
/ As they a kinship claim with heavenly loves;
/ Yea, such that best assimilate with Truth,
/ Whose garb is Righteousness, whose joy is Peace
- 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.
- with Him
/ MyLove goes forth—His nature’s Love itself!
/ And, Him will I uphold in all My Love!”
- 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
- 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;
- 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!
- All Nature emanating from the will
/ Of Him who call’d creation from the depths
/ Of nothingness, into existence fair,
/ An impress bears of that impulse devine,
/ Which then accompanied the creating word,
/ Acknowledging the Author as Supreme!
/ Love is the badge by which man’s soul’s discern’d
/ To be the Image of th’ Eternal Sire;
- Such was the grand connecting link, which bound
/ To Heaven, earth, and all created things.
/ Love, pure untarnish’d love, like what exists
/ In souls seraphic, was the medium bond
- 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.
- 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!
Canto Fourth in The Philosophy of Love. [A Plea in Defence of Virtue and Truth!] A Poem in Six Cantos, with Other Poems
- Such is but a mere sample of Romance,
/ And its attending consequence; though more
/ In varied natures, and degrees, could tell
/ Each its own tale of sorrows, and regrets;
/ But may this serve to brighten up this truth,
/ “When fancy, pride and self-will must combine
/ Their strength ’gainst reason, and experience wise,
/ No good can thence result!”
- His habits were not overstrict, save when
- She was the eldest, and had reach’d the state
/ Of interesting womanhood, and shew’d
/ A preposessing mein, both frank and gay;
/ Along with such sweet looks, which best attract
/ Th’ admiring eye of others,—of young men,
- May now the Muse Love in romance pourtray:
/ And be such like a Pharos set on high,
/ To warn the wayward from the dangerous rocks,
/ Where others have made shipwreck of themselves!
- The sickly Mothercheer’d by such a change;
/ Caused by her Daughter’s prudence, felt revived;
/ And saw her second Grand-son six months old!
/ To some, this may look something like romance;
/ But there was study deep, to find the worth
/ Of such a choice: and reasons good, which urged
/ The bold resolve;—
- He grew the beau-ideal of her heart,
- Permit the Muse another phase to shew
/ Of true love, and its workings in the heart;
/ As such has got its aspects, and its forms,
/ Becoming eyery caste of human life.
- The neighbouring swains who some pretensions had
/ To her equalty in outward things,
/ Would all her worth acknowledge, fain would bow
/ Allegiance to her will: but her keen eye,
/ In them, decern’d what would not suit her aims:
/ Their habits could not be to hers conform’d;
/ And therefore could no favour with her gain!
/ But there was one, on whom she cast her eye,
/ A servant ploughman, active in his ways,
/ Sober, industrious, and of comely mein,
/ As manly, with an air of self-respect;
- Oh! what a difference between Love in truth,
/ And that in wild romance.
- —That springing from the spirit of Romance,
/ No matter who is guided by its powers,
/ (Whether of high, or low degree of life)
/ Such influenced are by mere passion’s sway,
/ Of true-love’s nature void,—ay, void of aught
/ Of prudence, or due fore-thought, as regards
/ Likely events of sorrow, such may bring!
/ The impulse of the moment, all the charm;
/ The vagueness of the fancy thus inspires
/ The mind with false delights—gilded deceits!
- To have true love existing in the heart,
/ Is worth a world of wealth! It is the mine,
/ Whence all domestic happiness comes forth,
/ In every grade of life—can be produced
A Retropective Ditty in The Philosophy of Love. [A Plea in Defence of Virtue and Truth!] A Poem in Six Cantos, with Other Poems
- There youthful friendships rose,
/ Like sweet flowers of summer springing;
/ When Fancy would disclose
/ Smiling Cupids round us winging!
/ Oh! these were hours of love,
/ When no cares could make us craven,
/ As arm in arm we’d rove
/ Through the silent walks of Straven.
Canto Second in The Philosophy of Love. [A Plea in Defence of Virtue and Truth!] A Poem in Six Cantos, with Other Poems
- 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.
- Thus, Love will prove its virtue; and declare
/ Itself an active principle of life,
/ As part and parcel of the soul of man;
/ And prove a link, a most important link,
/ Of close connection with its prize in Heaven.
- That soul, how void of aught that is sublime,
- Love’s that instinctive feeling which pervades
/ All Nature; but particularly in Man
/ ’Tis prominently shewn, as he begins
/ To feel the impulse, of progressive life,
/ Astir wilthin his breast. ’Tis then he feels
- 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,
- Truth ever must to falsehood be averse;
/ And counterfeited love is never pure:
/ ’Tis like the muddy pool, that ne’er reflects
/ In truth the beauty of the scenes around!
- True love will never tamper with the heart
/ That yields implicit faith, relying ou
/ The truth of his professions as sincere:
/ But will maintain integrity, and shew
/ Uprightness in his conduct to the end!—
/ The false is full of self—of worthless self,
/ And cunning pride; in flattery, an adept;
/ While purpose base is ever in his aim;
/ Is reckless of the peace of the betrayed,
/ When ends are gain’d, and victim plunged in woe!
/ How sad, when the respondent’s heart, wherein
/ True love is foster’d, meets with base deceit!
/ She trusts too fondly to professions bland,
- 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!
- Some lovers, in their natures, bear the power
/ Of fond attraction; like the magnate, which
/ Would draw things most congenial to itself,
/ When they become united, not to part,
/ Save when they’re sunder’d by superior power:—
/ So, loving hearts attractive ever prove
/ To others of a kindred nature, form’d
/ To love, until united they become,
/ Still loving onward till the hour of death;
/ And even then, Death scarcely can them part!—
/ —’Twas thus with young Clarinda, when she lost
/ The husband of her youth.
- How good it is, when mutually agreed
/ Are either’s best affections, to unite
- To them, attraction proves the cause of woe!
/ As when th’ electric fluid, from the clouds
/ Surcharged, is drawn by some attractive mean;
/ On which it strikes, that object meets its doom!
/ So, sad it is, when True-love in its truth,
/ (Whose nature’s most attractive,) meets with such
/ Of counterfeit, with whom it gets beset,
/ As would a fly, in meshes of the snare
/ A spider weaves t’entrap! A fair one’s charms
/ In policy put forth, t’engratiate
/ Herself, in mere advacement’s aim; yet void
/ Of heart-affection’s TRUTH, oft prove the source
/ Of a whole life-time’s woe! The victim won,
/ Secured in wedlock’s vows, how sad to see
- So feels, th’ enamour’d swain, whose loving heart
/ Has got entrapp’d, suspecting nought of guile,
/ In her, who, took his fancy, wiled his heart,
/ Until attainment of her ends she gain’d:—
/ Now base deceit, no longer held in check,
/ Must out anon! and that to his dismay,
/ O’erwhelming all his prospects bright with gloom!
/ Such sudden change appals; he feels its shock
/ Quite paralizing all his energies
/ For future weel;
- ’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!
- A drunkard’s home!—What is it? Where his vice
/ Prevails o’er every sense of moral worth:
/ What is it?—but, a den of misery;
/ Whose wretchedness tends to demoralize
- “Affliction turns the soul from earth to Heaven.”
/ Her confidence thus fix’d, she now can wait
/ With patience Heaven’s decree to say “Enough;
/ Now give her rest:—her, set at liberty
/ From falshood’s bondage, and a worldly hell,
/ Where plighted love has proved itself a Cheat!
- As sails the barque upon a tranquil sea,
/ ’Neath summer’s sky, and with a steady breeze
/ Moved gently on; then, all would pleasure seem:
/ But then, there’s nothing to commend its worth,
/ Its strength of build, and how it braves the storm,
/ When striving with head winds and adverse tides;
/ As storms, and tempests best its virtues try!
/ So will cross fortunes in the cause of love,
/ Well try the spirit and the faith of those,
/ Who may the victims of such fate become!
- Love then seem’d dormant, or had but possess’d
/ Mere infant life, as being void of care,
/ In passiveness; while no activity
/ It had to shew progressiveness in life;
/ ’Twas mere child’s play, compared to earnest work!
/ —But now ’tis roused; ’tis actively awake;
/ It feels its own existence, even in
/ Recrimination, and their mutual grief,
/ At having lost the joys they once possess’d.
- ’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!
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