And then, when victory's calm came o'er

The hearts where rage had ceased to burn, I heard that farewell voice once more,

66 Oh! soon return!-Oh! soon return!"

OH! YES, SO WELL.

I.
Он!
Oh! yes, so well, so tenderly

Thou’rt loved, adored by me,
Fame, fortune, wealth, and liberty,

Were worthless without thee.
Though, 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.
Oh! yes, so well, so tenderly

Thou’rt loved, adored by me, Fame, fortune, wealth, and liberty,

Are worthless without thee.

II.
Without thy smile how joylessly

All glory's meeds I see!

And even the wreath of victory

Must owe its bloom to thee.
Those worlds, for which the conqueror sighs,

For me have now no charms;
My only world's thy radiant eyes“

My throne those circling arms!
Oh! yes, so well, so tenderly

Thou’rt loved, adored by me,
Whole realms of light and liberty

Were worthless without thee.

OH! YES, WHEN THE BLOOM.

1. On! yes, when the bloom of Love's boyhood is o'er, Он!

, He'll turn into friendship that feels no decay; And, though Time may take from him the wings

he once wore, The charms that remain will be bright as before, And he'll lose but his young trick of flying away.

II.
Then let it console thee, if Love should not stay,

That Friendship our last happy moments will

Like the shadows of morning, Love lessens away, While Friendship, like those at the closing of

day,

Will linger and lengthen as life's sun goes down.

ONE DEAR SMILE.

I.

COULDST thou look as dear as when

First I sigh'd for thee;

Couldst thou make me feel again
Every wish I breathed thee then,

Oh! how blissful life would be!

Hopes, that now beguiling leave me,
Joys, that lie in slumber cold-

All would wake, couldst thou but give me
One dear smile like those of old.

II.

Oh! there's nothing left us now,

But to mourn the past;

Vain was every

ardent vow

Never yet did Heaven allow

Love so warm, so wild, to last.

VOL. V.

9

OH! REMEMBER THE TIME.

THE CASTILIAN MAID.

I.

Oh! remember the time, in La Mancha's shades,

When our moments so blissfully flew; When you call’d me the flower of Castilian maids,

And I blush'd to be call’d so by you. When I taught you to warble the gay seguadille,

And to dance to the light castanet; Oh! never, dear youth, let you roam where you

will, The delight of those moments forget.

II.

They tell me, you lovers from Erin's green isle

Every hour a new passion can feel, And that soon, in the light of some lovelier smile,

You'll forget the poor maid of Castile. But they know not how brave in the battle you

are, Or they never could think

you For’tis always the spirit most gallant in war

That is fondest and truest in love!

would rove;

OH! SEE THOSE CHERRIES.

I.

Oh! see those cherries—though once so glowing,

They've lain too long on the sun-bright wall ; And mark! already their bloom is going;

Too soon they'll wither, too soon they'll fall. Once, caught by their blushes, the light bird flew

round, Oft on their ruby lips leaving love's wound ;

But now he passes them, ah! too knowing To taste wither'd cherries, when fresh may be found.

II. Old Time thus fleetly his course is running; If bards were not moral, how maids would go

wrong! And thus thy beauties, now sunn'd and sunning,

Would wither if left on the rose-tree too long. Then love while thou’rt lovely-e'en I should be

glad So sweetly to save thee from ruin so sad ;

But, oh! delay not-we bards are too cunning To sigh for old beauties when young may be had.