Maria Jane Jewsbury (Мария Джейн Джюсбери)

World, Hence with Thy Baubles

                                              Webster.

WORLD, hence with thy baubles, wealth, splendour, and fame,
What good in a pageant? what worth in a name?
Can they calm the wild heart that exists but to love?
Can they fill the free spirit designed for above?
The dew on the roses of pleasure are tears;
Power ev'n in its pride is but hope amid fears;
And life a long April unfollowed by May,
Why tell me of glory? why bid me be gay?
Affection itself, the bright peri that brings
More wealth to the heart than the east to its kings,
With her words and her smiles that bid Eden revive,
Can she trample on death, or the dark grave survive?
Yet why do I blame ye fair gifts, or repine,
When the sin and the sorrow are mine, only mine?
To the eye that looks upward each object hath worth,
For the glory of heaven is reflected on earth!

1. The Oceanides. No. 6. The Voyager's Regret
2. King Herod’s Oath
3. The Roving Bee
4. The Oceanides. No. 5. Address to the Deep
5. The Oceanides. No. 2. My Sea-Hermitage

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