English

Can forms , like yours , want Ornament of dress?
Beauty, like truth , shines most in Nakedness .
Dressing may skreen deformities from view,
But, e'en, adornment does but shadow YOU !
Most , but by what they wear , are lovely made,
You, Madam, lose , whene'er you seek such aid .
While others dress, their lover's hearts to warm ,
You put off nothing, but what veil'd a charm!

I.

As near to Calvary I pass
Methinks I see a bloody cross,
Where a poor victim hangs;
His flesh with ragged irons tore,
His limbs all dress'd with purple gore,
Gasping in dying pangs.

II.

Surpriz'd the spectacle to see,
I ask'd who can this victim be,

You are not hungry, you are not cold;
And yet my hands are always reaching
To feed you, to wrap you about,
Wearying you with their care.
Why are my hands so foolish?

Poor Orra tink of Yanko dear,
Do he be gone forever,
For he no dead, he still live here,
And he from here go never.

Like on a sand me mark him face,
De wave come roll him over,
De mark him go, but still the place
'Tis easy to discover.

II.

I see fore now de tree de flower,
He droop like Orra, surely,
And den by'm bye there come a shower,

IN THE FIRST YEAR OF HIS MAJESTY'S REIGN .

May all thy years, like this, auspicious be,
And bring thee crowns, and peace, and victory!
Scarce hadst thou time t' unsheath thy conqu'ring blade;
It did but glitter, and the rebels fled.
Thy sword, the safeguard of thy brother's throne,
Is now as much the bulwark of thy own.
Aw'd by thy fame, the trembling nations send
Throughout the world to court so firm a friend;
The guilty senates that refus'd thy sway

They said: " Thus do we choose,
And thus far we will go,
And the rest of love, refuse;
The rest we need not know
And never need to dread;
Or we will put it off until a fairer day. "

But love was more than they,
And where love led
They had to follow in their own despite:
Beyond those boundaries their thoughts had named.

Ah, little they knew of love's impetuous might,
To dream that they could stop love in full course —
Ah, little they knew, to dream love could be tamed!

Paul, ere he preached, in lonely deserts strayed;
Far from his race for three long years he stayed.
If knowing nothing of mankind were all,
Our new-fledged preacher were a second Paul.

Here in the mountains, on this Pentecost,
The Whispers of the Holy Spirit come.
Nor in the distant city are they lost,
Amid the noises of my far-off home.

Here in the clear still air, as morning breaks,
And birds and trees and flowers adore the day,
In thousand thousand tongues the Spirit speaks,
As in one chorus of delight they say,—

“Love is the whole, one life of heart with heart,
Of mind with mind, and soul inspiring soul.
For those who love, there's no such word as ‘part.’

I'll mount the cliffs, I'll watch the coast,
Anxious some welcome tidings soon to bear,
Nor let your fortitude be lost,
Confiding still in honest Yanko's care,

Though to my comrades I'm untrue,
Honour shall infidelity applaud,
And call, in charity to you,
My broken faith to them a pious fraud.

When Yanko dear fight far away,
Some token kind me send;
One branch of olive, for dat say
Me wish de battle end.
The poplar tremble as him go,
Say of dy life take care,
Me send no laurel, for me know
Of that him find him share.


II.

De ivy say my heart be true,
Me droop say willow tree,
De torn he say me sick for you,
De sun-flower tink of me.
Till last me go, weep wid the pine,
For fear poor Yanko dead;
He come, and I de myrtle twine,