Draw one tear from thee; Then let memory bring thee Strains I used to sing thee,

Oh! then remember me.

Oh! because it speaks like thee. All that's sweet, by Love's decree, Has been made resembling thee!

OH! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME,

WHY DOES AZURE DECK THE SKY?

WHY does azure deck the sky?

'Tis to be like thine eyes of blue; Why is red the rose's dye?

Because it is thy blushes' hue. All that's fair, by Love's decree, Has been made resembling thee!

Why is falling snow so white,

But to be like thy bosom fair? Why are solar beams so bright?

That they may seem thy golden hair!
All that's bright, by Love's decree,
Has been made resembling thee!

Why are Nature's beauties felt?
Oh! 'tis thine in her we see!
Why has music power to melt?

the shade,

Where cold and unhonored his relics

are laid;

Sad, silent, and dark be the tears that we shed,

As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head.

But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps,

Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps;

And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls,

Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.

WHEN HE WHO ADORES THEE. WHEN he who adores thee has left but the name

Of his fault and his sorrows behind, Oh! say, wilt thou weep, when they darken the fame

Of a life that for thee was resigned? Yes, weep, and however my foes may condemn,

Thy tears shall efface their decree; For Heaven can witness, though guilty to them,

I have been but too faithful to thee.

With thee were the dreams of my earli est love;

Every thought of my reason was thine; In my last humble prayer to the Spirit above,

Thy name shall be mingled with mine. Oh! blest are the lovers and friends who shall live

The days of thy glory to see; But the next dearest blessing that Heaven can give

Is the pride of thus dying for thee.