Dear Harp of my country! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine, Go,-sleep, with the sunshine of fame on thy slum

bers,

Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy than mine. If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover,

Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone, I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all thy wild sweetness I wak'd was thy own!

&

JOYS THAT PASS AWAY.

Joys that pass away like this,
Alas! are purchas'd dear,

If ev'ry beam of bliss

Is follow'd by a tear.

Fare thee well, oh fare thee well;
Soon, too soon, thou hast broke the spell;
Oh! I ne'er can love again

The girl, whose faithless art,
Could break so dear a chain,
And with it break my heart.

Once, when truth was in those eyes,

How beautiful they shone,

But, now that lustre flies,

For truth, alas! is gone.

Fare thee well, oh fare thee well;
How I've lov'd my hate shall tell.

Oh how lorn, how lost would prove
Thy wretched victim's fate,
If, when deceiv'd in love,

He could not fly to hate.

THE FAST INDIAN.

COME May, with all thy flowers,
Thy sweetly scented thorn,
Thy cooling ev'ning showers,
Thy fragrant breath at morn.
When May flies haunt the willow,
When May-buds tempt the bee,
Then o'er the shining billow
My love will come to me.

From Eastern isles, she wingeth Through watʼry wiles her way, And on her cheek she bringeth The bright sun's orient ray! Oh! come and court her hither, Ye breezes mild and warm, One winter's gale would wither So soft, so pure a form.

The fields where she was straying Are bless'd with endless light; With zephyrs always playing Through gardens always bright.

Then now,

oh May be sweeter Than e'er thou'st been before, Let sighs from roses meet her, When she comes near our shore.

A FINLAND LOVE SONG.

I saw the morn rise clear

O'er hills and dales of snow, Nor told my fleet rein-deer The way I wished to go; But, quick he bounded forth, For well my rein-deer knew, I've but one path on earth, That path which leads to you.

The gloom that winter cast,
How soon the heart forgets;
When summer brings at last
Her sun that never sets!
So dawn'd my love for you,
And chasing ev'ry pain,
Than summer sun more true,

"Twill never set again.

FROM LIFE WITHOUT FREEDOM.

FROM life without freedom, oh! who would not fly;
For one day of freedom, oh! who would not die.
Hark, bark! 'tis the trumpet, the call of the brave,
The death-song of tyrants, and dirge of the slave.
Our country lies bleeding, oh! fly to her aid,
One arm that defends, is worth hosts that invade.

In death's kindly bosom our last hope remains,
The dead fear no tyrants; the grave has no chains :
On, on to the combat! the heroes that bleed
For virtue and mankind, are heroes indeed!
And oh! ev'n if Freedom from this world be driven,
Despair not-at last we shall find her in heav'n!

OH! YES-SO WELL, SO TENDERLY.

OH! yes-so well, so tenderly,
Thou'rt lov'd, ador'd by me;
Fame, fortune, wealth, and liberty,
Are worthless without thee.

Tho' brimm'd with blisses pure and rare,

Life's cup before me lay,

Unless thy love were mingled there,

I'd spurn the draught away.

Without thy smile how joylessly
All glory's meeds I see!

And ev'n the wreath of victory,

Must owe its bloom to thee.

Those worlds for which the conq'ror sighs,
For me have now no charms;

My only world those radiant eyes,
My throne those circling arms.

LOVE THEE, DEAREST, LOVE THEE!

LOVE thee, dearest, love thee!
Yes, by yonder star I swear,
Which thro' tears, above thee

Shines so sadly fair,

Though too oft dim

With tears like him,

Like him my truth will shine;
And love thee, dearest, love thee!
Yes-till death I'm thine.

Leave thee, dearest, leave thee!

No-that star is not more true;

When my vows deceive thee

He will wander too.

A cloud of night

May veil his light,

And death shall darken mine;

But leave thee, dearest, leave thee!
No-till death I'm thine.