New joys the fleeting hours would bring;
And when the summer’s feast was o’er,
I’d hie me on unwearied wing
To some far favored shore—
My vanished pleasures to renew
’Neath suns as bright, and skies as blue.
MIDNIGHT THOUGHTS.
The heavens display thy glory, Lord of life!
And the clear firmament, as with a tongue
That ceaseless speaks, proclaims to earth—to man—