Bryant.
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EXTRACTS FROM "THE SCEPTIC."
tBut thou, whose thoughts have no blest home


above,


Captive of Earth!-and canst thou dare to lore2
TO fix each hope, concentrate every tie,
On one frail idol destined but to die,
Yet mock the faith that points to worlds of


Light


Where severed souls, made perfect, reuntel
Then tremblc!-cling to every passingloy
Twned with life moment may destroy!
If there be sorrow in a parting tear,
Still let ssfrerer" t-vibrate on thy ear.
lfsomc bright hour on rapturc's wing has flown,
Find more than anguish in the thought" tits


gone''-


--Go!-to voice such magic influence give,
Thou canst not lose its melody and live'
And make an eye the load-star of thy soul,
And let glance the springs of thought con-


trout;


Gaze on mortal form with fond delight,
Till the fair vision mingles with thy sight:
There seek thy blessings, there repose thy trust,
Lean on the willow, dolize the dust!
Then, when thy treasure best repays thy care,
Think on that dread "forerer" and "despair!"


"Oh! what is Natures strengthl-the vacant


eye


BY mind deserted, hath a dread reply!
The wild delirious laughter of despair
The mrth of frenzy-seek an answer there!
Turn not away, though PHYS cheek grow pale,
Close not thy ear against their awful tale.
They tell thee, Reason, wandering from the ray
vi Faith, the blazing pillar of her way,
In the mid darkness of the stormy wave,
rorsook the struggling soul she could not save!
Weep not, sad morast o'er deserted plains
D orew'd with the wrecks of grandeur-Inoulder-
ing fanes,
Arches of triumph, long with weeds o'crgrown,
and regal cities, nov the serpent's own'