These insects all are passing bye
As summer clouds that cross the sky
Like flocks of birds upon their flight
Now coming — gone — then out of sight

The Spring comes in with smiling days
As they woud ever smile
But shrink[s] to summers burning rays
—& summer reigns awhile
Till autum sears its flower & leaf
& claims its blushing day
Till winter tells a tale as brief
—Thus seasons pass away.

There was a time hed lookd above his lot
& left his native place & murmurd not
But love had bound him — like to cain the first
Tho not by murder yet by fate accursd
He stood a statue while the maid did weep
Grief wakd within that outward seemd asleep.

The nigher the fountain the water flows clearer
& sweeter the rose bud when blushing to view
& lips when first breathd on their rubies are dearer
& the hearts swoons delicious when love it is new.

No change attends thy visits to the spring
Thou art the same the very same as then
But childhoods glory is a withered thing
& time spreads deserts in the paths of men.

The upward look and ever anxious eye
Sees love and pleasure in the cool grey sky
And every comfort waiting when we die.

Among the pebbles of the meadow streams
The hors blob glitters to the sunny gleams
While light waves cuiver round in merry throng
Singing of summer as they dance along.

I've none to love and none to fear
And none to meet at gloaming
For I'm a woe worn prisoner here
No more with freedom roaming
Shut up from friends and all beside
With none to sit beside me
How gloomy now the moments glide
Where sore oppressions hide me.

She alone knew, of victors first and best,
To fold the vanquished to her pardoning breast:
To gather 'neath her wings, in one great brood,
The tribes of Man, by might, then love, subdued,
Mother, not Queen, calling those sons by birth
Whom she had conquered — linking ends of Earth.

A Master-Printer of the Press, he spake
By mouth of many thousand tongues: he swayed
The pens which break the sceptres. Good Lord! make
Thy strong ones faithful and thy bold afraid!