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I am feeble, pale and weary, And my wings are nearly furled.
I have caused a scene so dreary, I am glad to quit the world.
While with bitterness I'm thinking On the evil I have done, To my caverns deep I'm sinking From the coming of the sun.
Oh! the heart of man will sicken In that pure and holy light, When he feels the hopes I've stricken With an everlasting blight!
For, so wildly in my madness Have I poured abroad my wrath, I've been changing joy to sadness; And with ruins strewed my path.
Earth has shuddered at my motion:-- She my power in silence owns; While the troubled, roaring ocean O'er my deeds of horror moans.
I have sunk the dearest treasure-- I've destroyed the fairest form: Sadly have I filled my measure; And I'm now a dying Storm!
Yet, to man among the living, With my final gasp and sigh, I, a solemn caution giving, Fain would serve him while I die.
Not like me, shall he, descending Swift to death, from being cease.
He's a spirit!--fleetly tending To eternal pain or peace!
=The Little Traveller=.
I am the tiniest child of earth!
But still, I would like to be known to fame; Though next to nothing I had my birth, And lowest of all in my lowly name.
Yet, if so humble my native place, This I can say, in family pride-- That I'm of the world's most numerous race, And made by the Maker of all beside.
Although I'm so poor, I naught to lose; Still I'm so little I can't be lost!
I journey about, wherever I choose, And those who carry me bear the cost.
The most forgiving of earthly things, I often cling to my deadly foe; And, spite of the cruellest flirts and flings, Arise by the force that has cast me low.
When beauty has trodden me under foot, I've quietly risen, her face to seek,-- Embraced her forehead, and calmly put Myself to rest in her dimpled cheek.
I've ridden to war on the soldier's plume; But startled and sprung, at the wild affray,-- The sights of horror--of fire and fume; And fled on the wings of the wind away.
I've visited courts, and been ushered in By the proudest guest of the stately scene; I've touched his majesty's bosom-pin, And the nuptial ring of his lofty queen.
At the royal board, in the grand parade, I've oft been one familiar and free: The fairest lady has smiled, and laid Her delicate, gloveless hand on me.
Philosopher, poet, the learned, the sage, Never declines a call from me; And all, of every rank and age.
Admit me into their _coteri_.
I visit the lions of every where, If human, or brute, and can testify To what they do, to what they wear, To wonders none ever beheld but I!
And now, reviewing the things I've done, Forgetting my name, my rank and birth, I begin to think I am number ONE, Of the great and manifold things of earth.
I've still much more, I yet might tell, Which modesty bids me here withhold; For fear with my travels I seem to swell, Or grow, for an ATOM OF DUST, too bold!
THE END.
BY SUSAN PINDAR. =Now ready, a New Edition=.
=FIRESIDE FAIRIES; OR, CHRISTMAS AT AUNT ELSIE'S.=
