Stanzas.

A beam of tranquillity smiled in the west,      The storms of the morning pursued us no more;     And the wave, while it welcomed the moment of rest.      Still heaved, as remembering ills that were o'er.     Serenely my heart took the hue of the hour,         Its passions were sleeping, were mute as the dead;     And the spirit becalmed but remembered their power,         As the billow the force of the gale that was fled.     I thought of those days, when to pleasure alone         My heart ever granted a wish or a sigh;     When the saddest emotion my bosom had known,         Was pity for those who were wiser than I.     I reflected, how soon in the cup of Desire         The pearl of the soul may be melted away;     How quickly, alas, the pure sparkle of fire         We inherit from heaven, may be quenched in the clay;     And I prayed of that Spirit who lighted the flame,         That Pleasure no more might its purity dim;     So that, sullied but little, or brightly the same,         I might give back the boon I had borrowed from Him.     How blest was the thought! it appeared as if Heaven         Had already an opening to Paradise shown;     As if, passion all chastened and error forgiven,         My heart then began to be purely its own.     I looked to the west, and the beautiful sky         Which morning had clouded, was clouded no more:     "Oh! thus," I exclaimed, "may a heavenly eye         "Shed light on the soul that was darkened before."