That very law which moulds a tear
And bids it trickle from its source,–
That law preserves the earth a sphere,
And guides the planets in their course.

On a Tear

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She was good as she was fair,
None–none on earth above her!
As pure in thought as angels are:
To know her was to love her.

Jacqueline. Stanza 1.

The good are better made by ill,
As odours crushed are sweeter still.

Jacqueline. Stanza 3.

A guardian angel o’er his life presiding,
Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing.

Fireside happiness, to hours of ease
Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.

Human Life (1819)

The soul of music slumbers in the shell
Till waked and kindled by the master’s spell;
And feeling hearts, touch them but rightly, pour
A thousand melodies unheard before!