STANZAS.

Farewell, Life! My senses swim, And the world is growing dim; Thronging shadows cloud the light, Like the advent of the night,—

Colder, colder, colder still, Upward steals a vapor chill — Strong the earthy odor grows — I smell the mould above the rose!

Welcome, Life! the Spirit strives! Strength returns, and hope revives; Cloudy fears and shapes forlorn Fly like shadows at the morn,—

O'er the earth there comes a bloom — Sunny light for sullen gloom, Warm perfume for vapor cold — Smell the rose above the mould!