Fran the haebeudeut Balance.
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From the Independent Balance.
SILENT and firm, dare to gaze
Upon the lightning and the storm;
Unmov'd, can view in deaths embrace
The crumbling wreck of Beauty's form.
Tranquil, my soul can contemplate
On life's brief hour, without tear;
Can mark the withering hand of fate
Blight every flower to poesy dear.
But oh, there is scene so dread,
So freezing to my inmost heart,
That e'en the stiff and sheeted dead
Such horror never can impart.
1t is to gaze on one whose soul
My pains and pleasures lov'd to share;
To gaze and read, as on a scroll,
The wreck of reason written there.


BOSTON BARD