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Sweet roses grace the thorny way,
Along this vale of sorrow : The flowers that shed their leaves to-day,
Shall bloom again to-morrow : How grand in age, how fair in youth, Are holy Friendship, Love, and Truth!
On halcyon wings our moments pass,
Life's cruel cares beguiling : Old Time lays down his scythe and glass,
In gay good humour smiling :
His reverend front adorning,
Night soften'd into morning!
From these delightful fountains flow
Ambiosial rills of pleasure:
A more resplendent treasure ?
We'll form a constellation,
Shall gild his proper station :
STAY, GLORIOUS PAGEANT, STAY!
SCENA.-Alfred in the Neatherd's Cot.
Time, Midnight ;--Starting from a disturbed Slomber.
Stay, glorious pageant, stay! it lies ! it fades !
Oh England ! my mother, thy zone thou entwinest,
Thy robe flows dishevell’d-thy locks fall unbound On liberty's lap--thy pale head thou reclinest,
And sadly, yet smilingly, points to thy wound. Come away, is thy song, come away to thy grave, In death there's a country left free for the brate,
(The blast of a trumpet is heard, followed by a March.)
What uproar frights the silent watchful stars ?
Come away, is thy song, come away to thy grave,
Bear my standard to the war,
Great God of battles, bless my single arm,
+ We are informed by the gentleman who favoured us with this beautiful piece of poetry, that it was written by W. Dimond, Esq; and sung by the celebrated Mr. Braham at the Edinburgh Musical Festival 1813, to music composed expressly for him by Rauzzine.
ADOWN THE GREEN DELL
Adown the green dell, near the Abbey's remains;
All under the willow he lies;
And sad to the night breeże she sighs.com
“Oh! it is not the dew-drop adorns the wild rose,
On the briar-bound grave of my dear * : “ I could not but weep, while I pray'd his repose,
a And the bright trembling drop is a tear."
*" We were much pleased" says a Pedestrian Tourist, “ with the neat appearance of the church-yards belonging to some of the more remote villages in the south of England :-the graves were firmly laced with a kind of basket-work of briars, brambles, &s, many of these had taken root, and being kept in order, cast even a cheerful look over the silent mansions of the dead, and evinced, on the part of the survivors, an affectionate regard for the memory of departed relatives ; which in too many instances we find cease the moment they are consigned to the “dark and narrow house."
The ingenious, but unfortunate, Chatterton, who suffered nothing to escape his penetrating eye, has noticed this custom in the Minstrel's Song in his tragical interlude « Ella".
“ Wythe mie honds I'lle dente the brieres,
See page 233 of this work.
WE'LL MEET BESIDE THE DUSKY GLEN, ON
YON BURN SIDE.
We'll meet beside the dusky glen, on yon burn side,
Tho' the broomy knowes be green,
Yet there we may be seen, But we'll meet-we'll meet, at e'en, down by yon burn side.
I'll lead thee to the birken bow'r, on yon burn side,
There the busy prying eye,
Ne'er disturbs the lovers' joy,
Awa', ye rude unfeeling crew, frae yon burn side, -
There fancy smooths her theme,
By the sweetly murm’ring stream, And the rock-lodg’d echoes skim, down by yon burn side.