THOUGHTS OF A STUDENT. Then can I hear the earth rejoice, Autumn hath sunset hours, and then The hues of earth are about to perish; Hath real sunset never seen, Sad as the faces of friends that die, Love hath its thoughts, we cannot keep, The secret transports of the soul, 145 146 THOUGHTS OF A STUDENT. Many a big, proud tear have I, When from my sweet and roaming track, From the green earth and misty sky, And spring and love I hurry back; Then what a dismal, dreary gloom Darker to every thought and sense Than if they had never travelled thence. Yet I have other thoughts that cheer The toilsome day, and lonely night, And almost make me gay and bright. And though I may sometimes sigh to think That many a joy must be untasted, Yet would not, if I dared, repine, That toil and study and care are mine. LOVE AND FAME. BY H. T. TUCKERMAN. GIVE me the boon of Love! Or damp the spirit now, To gain a wreath whose leaves shall wave Above a withered brow? 148 LOVE AND FAM E. Like the Chaldean sage, Fame's worshippers adore, The brilliant orbs that scatter light O'er heaven's azure floor; But in their very hearts enshrined The votaries of Love Keep e'er the holy flame, which once Give me the boon of Love! Renown is but a breath, Whose loudest echo ever floats Than Fame's emblazoned seal, And one sweet tone of tenderness Give me the boon of Love! The path of Fame is drear, And Glory's arch doth ever span A hill-side cold and sere. One wild flower from the path of Love, All lowly though it lie, Is dearer than the wreath that waves To stern Ambition's eye. LOVE AND FAME. 149 Give me the boon of Love! The lamp of Fame shines far, But Love's soft light glows near and warm A pure and household star. One tender glance can fill the soul With a perennial fire; But Glory's flame burns fitfully A lone, funereal pyre. Give me the boon of Love! Fame's trumpet-strains depart, But Love's sweet lute breathes melody And the scroll of Fame will burn When sea and earth consume, But the rose of Love in a happier sphere, |