Their flowers seem to languish, their beauty to cease,
For a stranger inhabits the mansion of peace.
But hushed be the sigh that untimely complains,
While Friendship and all its enchantment remains,
While it blooms like the flower of a winterless clime,
Untainted by chance, unabated by time.
THE “NAME UNKNOWN;”
IN IMITATION OF KLOPSTOCK.
Prophetic pencil! wilt thou trace