YES, YES, WHEN THE BLOOM. ES, yes, when the bloom of Love's boyhood is o'er, The charms that remain will be bright as before, Then let it console thee, if Love should not stay, That Friendship our last happy moments will crown: 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. WHEN MIDST THE GAY I MEET. HEN midst the gay I meet That gentle smile of thine, Though still on me it turns most sweet, But when to me alone Your secret tears you show, Oh, then I feel those tears my own, And claim them while they flow. Then still with bright looks bless Give smiles to those who love you less, The snow on Jura's steep Can smile in many a beam, Whose touch is fire, appears, 'TIS ALL FOR THEE. F life for me hath joy or light, "Tis all from thee; My thoughts by day, my dreams by night, My heart, ev'n ere I saw those Seem'd doom'd to thee; eyes, Kept pure till then from other ties, 'Twas all for thee, for only thee. Like plants that sleep till sunny May It lived for thee, it lived for thee. When Fame would call me to her heights, And dim would shine her proudest lights, Whene'er I seek the Muse's shrine, Where Bards have hung their wreaths divine, SONG OF HERCULES TO HIS DAUGHTER. 'VE been, oh, sweet daughter, To fountain and sea, To seek in their water Some bright gem for thee. Its tears I have caught. |