- To live in hearts we leave behind
- Is not to die.
THOMAS CAMPBELL, Hallowed Ground
- 'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore,
- And coming events cast their shadows before.
THOMAS CAMPBELL, Lochiel's Warning
- All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom,
- The sun himself must die,
- Before this mortal shall assume
- Its immortality.
THOMAS CAMPBELL, The Last Man
- Who hail thee, Man! the pilgrim of the day,
- Spouse of the worm, and brother of the clay.
THOMAS CAMPBELL, Pleasures of Hope
- 'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view,
- And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
THOMAS CAMPBELL, Pleasures of Hope
- Love's wing moults when caged and captured,
- Only free, he soars enraptured.
THOMAS CAMPBELL, Freedom and Love
- Love he comes and Love he tarries
- Just as fate or fancy carries;
- Longest stays, when sorest chidden;
- Laughs and flies, when press'd and bidden.
THOMAS CAMPBELL, Freedom and Love
- Love's a fire that needs renewal
- Of fresh beauty for its fuel.
THOMAS CAMPBELL, Freedom and Love
- With thee, sweet Hope! resides the heav'nly light,
- That pours remotest rapture on the sight:
- Thine is the charm of life's bewilder'd way,
- That calls each slumb'ring passion into play:
- Wak'd by thy touch, I see the sister band,
- On tiptoe watching, start at thy command,
- And fly where'er thy mandate bids them steer,
- To Pleasure's path, or Glory's bright career.
THOMAS CAMPBELL, The Pleasures of Hope
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