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Article REVIEW OF LITERATURE. ← Page 6 of 7 →
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Review Of Literature.
Irs thus gone a little out of the usual course to do us this favour , as it enables us without waiting until another segment of the annual cycle shall have disappeared , to g ive even a short notice , and to be , though brief , vet the first to record our approval of this truly meritorious production of ii old and esteemed Masonic friend . It is really a summer offering of cloudless sunshine and sweetest flowers , and should not appear with the the leaf From the introductory lineswinch breathe something
fall of , of the orphanage of the heart , it would appear that the minstrel s witch-harp had the cold chain of silence flung over it too long . " The wreath is faded now That Fancy p laced upon my brow , A-Vlien in the early spring I went forth wantoning
AA'ith love , and song , and every joyous thing That lig htens this dull earth . Alas ! that sorrow should g ive birth To sig hs and tears , In after years ; Blighting and drowning All the joys of
youth—AATiether of fancy born or unfeign tl truth—And crowning AA ith a coronal of care Temples that else were bare . " He has taken it down from the willows to some purpose , as the following stanzas will prove . AVe are glad he seems at length to be of outown opinion , that this is a bright and beautiful world i we only enjoy it , and that it is but a valley of tears to the " Canters , and those who choose to make it such .
" Say not life is a load of care , For varied scenes of bliss there are , Scatter'd around us , bright and fair , Like rays of heav ' nly light . Have we not wine and minstrelsy , And lovely woman ' s beaming eye , To sooth—nay cheat—our misery ,
And y ield our souls delight ? " Do not our darker moments throw O ' er love ' s soft hours a warmer glow ? And has not joy a brighter flow After affliction ' s smart ? And does not gloomy sorrow fly , AATien mad-cap mirth comes laughing by , Allien wit the wine-cup spices high ,
To cheer the drooping heart ? " AVhy should we mourn our time away—AVhy weep through life ' s contracted day , AVhen fresh enjoyments find we may In ev ' ry passing hour ? Say , ought we not with love and joy The fleeting moments still employ , And chase out all that could annov From pleasure ' s rosy howjr ? "
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Review Of Literature.
Irs thus gone a little out of the usual course to do us this favour , as it enables us without waiting until another segment of the annual cycle shall have disappeared , to g ive even a short notice , and to be , though brief , vet the first to record our approval of this truly meritorious production of ii old and esteemed Masonic friend . It is really a summer offering of cloudless sunshine and sweetest flowers , and should not appear with the the leaf From the introductory lineswinch breathe something
fall of , of the orphanage of the heart , it would appear that the minstrel s witch-harp had the cold chain of silence flung over it too long . " The wreath is faded now That Fancy p laced upon my brow , A-Vlien in the early spring I went forth wantoning
AA'ith love , and song , and every joyous thing That lig htens this dull earth . Alas ! that sorrow should g ive birth To sig hs and tears , In after years ; Blighting and drowning All the joys of
youth—AATiether of fancy born or unfeign tl truth—And crowning AA ith a coronal of care Temples that else were bare . " He has taken it down from the willows to some purpose , as the following stanzas will prove . AVe are glad he seems at length to be of outown opinion , that this is a bright and beautiful world i we only enjoy it , and that it is but a valley of tears to the " Canters , and those who choose to make it such .
" Say not life is a load of care , For varied scenes of bliss there are , Scatter'd around us , bright and fair , Like rays of heav ' nly light . Have we not wine and minstrelsy , And lovely woman ' s beaming eye , To sooth—nay cheat—our misery ,
And y ield our souls delight ? " Do not our darker moments throw O ' er love ' s soft hours a warmer glow ? And has not joy a brighter flow After affliction ' s smart ? And does not gloomy sorrow fly , AATien mad-cap mirth comes laughing by , Allien wit the wine-cup spices high ,
To cheer the drooping heart ? " AVhy should we mourn our time away—AVhy weep through life ' s contracted day , AVhen fresh enjoyments find we may In ev ' ry passing hour ? Say , ought we not with love and joy The fleeting moments still employ , And chase out all that could annov From pleasure ' s rosy howjr ? "