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Show OLD AGE. sr JOSS PETTIS. A sorglsi bird, a pardTi wilhoTit flowers, A r-.T-er tJ drifJ cp in thirsty boars, A 'ten: nM ir-lctcrtd bj lb lc;:;h, A w;;rreJ bct-oj cca ::h-rfd b i:;b. A fl -ter.: g I:tt :Li falli when ntrJtd most Tj ware the : or fn-ni a treacherous coast, A tbo-iih; that d:e ere xet 'lit folly bo-n, A hep" that gleams like poppies miJst the corn F.nr morning hfjes !hi: f.il ere day be done, F-ur L fe, w .ni:n I:r, so coldly bngbt. Fair Life, beloied of Lore and yontb'4 delight At ear'.' dwn. bow ft est thy U;e apt ears : Th- iwihclt nfurrwfri o'er ith tears. Sprioc nJwers are swet, bni Aqiuoiq'i wooJj are drT. sT-in bird" are lilelt 'eelth awintrTity; Spring Lbougbts Uiit twalCB to deexls luiplre no Wlieu i he dull daylight fades alon tbo shore: The Ice-tlocLod 'stream can ber no precion frrlgbt The rtr:reJ and p!is oak ftand- dejolata, Ard ihe bill fortre tbui dened the fev In crumblitg (rograeutj nJls lbs vale 1-elow. Yet there is (tfl iei l-oantT in decay, A Aatnmn's leve oiiiehme the leve of Slay; Tbocil:n ofeveQian with its roseate light, Tbe starry silence uf the wintry mgbt; Tbestillnea of repose when itonm aro o'er, And the sea murmurs on a peaceful she r-: Tbe brooding memcr.ei of the pa t that mat4 The eld uiaa young agm for Beauty i sake : ! Tho hope sublime tb.t cheers the ! .doIt rod hich leadj him gt'nilj to the UilU l'iji.d. |
