M.P., OR THE BLUE STOCKING. SONG. SUSAN. YOUNG Love liv'd once in an humble shed, And woodbines wreathing Around the lattice their tendrils spread, For young Hope nourish'd The infant buds with beams and showers; But lips, though blooming, must still be fed, And not even Love can live on flowers. Alas! that Poverty's evil eye Should e'er come hither, Such sweets to wither! The flowers laid down their heads to die, Ere Love had warning, And rais'd the latch, where the young god lay; "Oh ho!" said Love-"is it you? good-by;" So he ope'd the window, and flew away! To sigh, yet feel no pain, To weep, yet scarce know why; To kneel at many a shrine, To keep one sacred flame, Through life unchill'd, unmov'd, To such refin'd excess, That, though the heart would break, with more, We could not live with less. This is love, faithful love, Such as saints might feel above. SPIRIT of Joy, thy altar lies In youthful hearts that hope like mine; The tinge of pleasure as they flow. But wounds his finger with the thorn. Thus oft the brightest joys we seek, Are lost, when touch'd, and turn'd to pain; The flush they kindle leaves the cheek, The tears they waken long remain. But give me, give me, &c. &c. WHEN Leila touch'd the lute, To string with gold her lyre? But where are all the tales And soft ones suit not gold. BOAT GLEE. THE song that lightens the languid way And faint with rowing, Is like the spell of Hope's airy lay, Nothing is lost on him who sees With an eye that Feeling gave- And faint with rowing: 'Tis like the spell of Hope's airy lay, To whose sound through life we stray. Ou think, when a hero is sighing, But the smile of a victor would take it; But the trumpet of Glory will wake it. Love sometimes is given to sleeping, And woe to the heart that allows him; For, oh, neither smiling nor weeping Have power at those moments to rouse him. But though he was sleeping so fast, That the life almost seem'd to forsake him, Even then, one soul-thrilling blast From the trumpet of Glory would wake him. In sixteen parts, So well each thought the whole his own. |