Life
O, human Destiny! thou art a mystery,
Which tasks the o'erwearied intellect in vain;
O, World! thou art a cabalistic history,
Whose lessons madden and destroy the brain.
O, Life! whose page, a necromantic scroll,
Is charactered with sentences of terror,
Which, like the shapes on a magician's mirror,
At once bewilder and appal the soul,
We blindly roam thy Labyrinth of Error,
And clasp a phantom when we gain thy goal.
Yet roll, thou troubled Flood of Time! Still bear
Thy base wrecks to the whirlgulf of the Past,
But Man and Heaven will bless thee if thou hast
Spared for their final sphere the Noble and the Fair.