The Huron Chief, and Other Poems

by Adam Kidd


 

TO THE MEMORY OF HENRY R. SYMES.

JAMQUE VALE.


 

Deep o’er the pensive mind, in sorrowing gloom,
    Sad melancholy holds her potent sway,
And marks, oh much loved youth! thy early doom,
    From friends as dear as life thus snatched away.

Around the classic board* shall we no more
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    Pursue the page that marks the foot of time,
Or drink from Helicon that living lore,
    Which lifts the soul, and gives it thoughts sublime. [Page 170]

Ah, no! the scene is closed—each hope is fled—
    And life fast fleeting ebbs from every vein—
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Thou, HENRY—thou art numbered with the dead,
    And I shall shortly follow in the train.

The fairy dreams that long have mocked the view,
    No more shall rise to cheat th’ aspiring soul—
Hence to earth’s visions let me breathe adieu,
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    And learn ambition’s passion to control.

Poor Kirk-White, Dermody, and woe-struck Orr,
    Proclaim, in all the tide of highest grief,
The mind too sensitive, ill made to bear
    The storms of fate—in heaven but finds relief.
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Then, friend, farewell! and from my feeble lyre
    Accept the parting tribute that it gives—
Since thou art gone to join the heavenly choir,
    Where that best part, the soul, immortal lives. [Page 171]



* This alludes to a Literary Society, established in Quebec in the winter of 1825, of which MR. SYMES was a member. [back]