MY CHILDHOOD'S HOME
My childhood's home I see again,
And sadden with the view;
And still, as memory crowds my brain,
There's pleasure in it too.
I range the fields with pensive tread
And pace the hollow rooms,
And feel (companion of the dead)
I'm living in the tombs.
BUT HERE'S AN OBJECT
But here's an object more of dread
Than aught the grave contains--
A human form with reason fled,
While wretched life remains.
O death! Thou awe-inspiring prince,
That keepst the world in fear;
Why dost thou tear more blest ones hence,
And leave him ling'ring here?
THE BEAR HUNT
A wild-bear chase, didst never see?
Then hast thou lived in vain.
Thy richest bump of glorious glee,
Lies desert in thy brain.
Conceited whelp! We laugh at thee---
Now mind, that not a few
Of pompous, two-legged dogs there be,
Conceited quite as you.