The Providence Journal, And Town And Country Advertiser

Selected poetry.

From CAMPBELL's PLEASURES of HOPE.

O! who that would ask a heart to dulness wed,
The wavelefs calm, the slumber of the dead?
No--the wild bliss of nature needs alloy,
And fear and sorrow fan the fire of joy.
And aye, without our hopes, without our fears,
Without the home that plighted love endears,
Without the smile from partial beauty won,
Oh! what were man?--a world without a sun?
Till Hymen brought his love-delighted hour,
There dwelt no joy in Eden's rosy bower!
In vain the viewless seraph, lingering there
At early midnight, charmed the silent air;
In vain the wild bird carolled on the steep,
To hail the sun, slow wheeling from the deep;
In vain, to soothe the solitary shade,
Aerial notes in mingling measure played;
The summer wind, that shook the spangled tree,
The whispering wave, the murmur of the bee;--
Still slowly passed the melancholy day,
And still the stranger knew not where to stay;
The world was sad--the garden was a wild--
And man, the hermit, sighed--till Woman smiled!