Juvenile Poems

FRAGMENTS OF COLLEGE EXERCISES.

Nobilitas sola est atque unica virtus.--JUV.

Mark those proud boasters of a splendid line, Like gilded ruins, mouldering while they shine, How heavy sits that weight, of alien show, Like martial helm upon an infant's brow; Those borrowed splendors whose contrasting light Throws back the native shades in deeper night.

Ask the proud train who glory's train pursue, Where are the arts by which that glory grew? The genuine virtues with that eagle-gaze Sought young Renown in all her orient blaze! Where is the heart by chymic truth refined, The exploring soul whose eye had read mankind? Where are the links that twined, with heavenly art, His country's interest round the patriot's heart?

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Justum bellum quibus necessarium, et pia arma quibus nulla nisi in armis relinquitur spes.--LIVY.

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Is there no call, no consecrating cause Approved by Heav'n, ordained by nature's laws, Where justice flies the herald of our way, And truth's pure beams upon the banners play?

Yes, there's a call sweet as an angel's breath To slumbering babes or innocence in death; And urgent as the tongue of Heaven within, When the mind's balance trembles upon sin.

Oh! 'tis our country's voice, whose claim should meet An echo in the soul's most deep retreat; Along the heart's responding chords should run, Nor let a tone there vibrate--but the one!

VARIETY.

Ask what prevailing, pleasing power Allures the sportive, wandering bee To roam untired, from flower to flower, He'll tell you, 'tis variety.

Look Nature round; her features trace, Her seasons, all her changes see; And own, upon Creation's face, The greatest charm's variety.

For me, ye gracious powers above! Still let me roam, unfixt and free; In all things,--but the nymph I love I'll change, and taste variety.

But, Patty, not a world of charms Could e'er estrange my heart from thee;-- No, let me ever seek those arms. There still I'll find variety.

TO A BOY, WITH A WATCH,