PLATO.

Sweet saint! whose rising dawned upon the sight

Like fair Aurora chasing mists away;

Our ocean billows, and thy western height

Gave back reflections of the tender ray,

Sparkling and smiling as night turned to day:—

Ah! whither vanished that celestial light?

Suns rise and set, Monadnoc’ s amethyst

Year-long above the sullen cloud appears,

Daily the waves our summer strand have kissed,

But thou returnest not with days and years:

Or is it thine, yon clear and beckoning star,

Seen o’ er the hills that guarded once thy home?

Dost guide thy friend’ s free steps that widely roam

Toward that far country where his wishes are?