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THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY
AGT OR, LENOX AND TILOEN FOUNDATION, The Minstrel fell! - but the foeman's
For he tore its cords asunder:
Thou soul of love and bravery !
Bright dreams of the past, which she
cannot destroy; Which come in the night-time of sor
row and care, And bring back the features that joy
used to wear. Long, long be my heart with such
memories filled ! Like the vase in which roses have once
been distilled You may break, you may shatter the
vase if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang
round it still.
FAREWELL! - BUT WHENEVER
FAREWELL! - but whenever you wel
come the hour That awakens the night-song of mirth
OH! DOUBT ME NOT. in your bower, Then think of the friend who once wel- Oh! doubt me not — the season comed it too,
Is o'er, when Folly made me And forgot his own griefs to be happy
And now the vestal, Reason, His griefs may return, not a hope may
Shall watch the fire awaked by remain
Love. Of the few that have brightened his Although this heart was early blown, pathway of pain,
And fairest hands disturbed the tree, But he ne'er will forget the short vision They only shook some blossoms down, that threw
Its fruit has all been kept for thee. Its enchantment around him, while lin- Then doubt me not — the season gering with you.
Is o'er when Folly made me
rove, And still on that evening when pleasure And now the vestal, Reason,
Shall watch the fire awaked by To the highest top sparkle each heart
Love. and each cup, Where'er my path lies, be it gloomy or bright,
And though my lute no longer My soul, happy friends, shall be with
May sing of Passion's ardent you that night;
spell, Shall join in your revels, your sports,
Yet, trust me, all the stronger and your wiles,
I feel the bliss I do not tell. And return to me beaming all o'er with The bee through many a garden roves,
And hums his lay of courtship o'er, Too blest, if it tells me that, 'mid the But, when he finds the flower he loves, gay cheer,
He settles there, and hums no more. Some kind voice had murmured, “I
Then doubt me not the season wish he were here!”
Is o'er when Folly kept me free,
And now the vestal, Reason, Let Fate do her worst; there are relics Shall guard the flame awaked by of joy,
COME O'ER THE SEA.
COME o'er the sea,
Maiden, with me,
Seasons may roll,
But the true soul Burns the same, where'er it goes. Let fate frown on, so we love and part
not; 'Tis life where thou art, 'tis death where
thou art not.
Then come o'er the sea,
Maiden, with me,
Seasons may roll,
But the true soul
Till William at length in sadness
said, “ We must seek our fortune on other
plains; Then, sighing, she left her lowly shed. They roamed a long and a weary way, Nor much was the maiden's heart at
ease, When now, at the close of one stormy
day, They see a proud castle among the
trees. “To-night,” said the youth, we'11
shelter there; The wind blows cold, and the hour
is late :" So he blew the horn with a chieftain's
air, And the porter bowed as they passed “Now, welcome, lady,” exclaimed the
youth, “ This castle is thine, and these dark
woods all!" She believed him crazed, but his words
were truth, For Ellen is Lady of Rosna Hall! And dearly the Lord of Rosna loves What William the stranger Woved
and wed; And the light of bliss, in these lordly
groves, Shines pure as it did in the lowly
HAS SORROW THY YOUNG
YOU REMEMBER ELLEN.
You remember Ellen, our hamlet's
pride, How meekly she blessed her humble
When the stranger, William, had made
her his bride, And love was the light of their lowly
cot. Together they toiled through winds and
Has sorrow thy young days shaded,
As clouds o'er the morning fleet? Too fast have those young days faded,
That, even in sorrow, were sweet? Does Time with his cold wing wither
Each feeling that once was dear? — Then, child of misfortune, come hither
I'll weep with thee, tear for tear. Has love to that soul, so tender,
Been like our Lagenian mine, Where sparkles of golden splendor
But, if in pursuit
For brilliant eyes Again to set it glowing? No - vain, alas! th' endeavor From bonds so sweet to sever;
Poor Wisdom's chance
Against a glance
All over the surface shine?
we go deeper, Allured by the gleam that shone, Ah! false as the dream of the sleeper,
Like Love, the bright ore is gone.
That fitted from tree to tree
Has Hope been that bird to thee?
The gem did she still display,
Then waft the fair gem away?
When sorrow itself looked bright;
That led thee along so light;
Each feeling that once was dear:Come, child of misfortune, come hither,
I'll weep with thee, tear for tear.
COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM.
COME, rest in this bosom, my own
stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee,
thy home is still here: Here still is the smile that no cloud can
o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to
Oh! what was love made for, if 'tis not
the same Through joy and through torment,
through glory and shame? I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that
heart, I but know that I love thee, whatever
THE TIME I'VE LOST IN
The light that lies
In woman's eyes, Has been my heart's undoing. Though Wisdom oft has sought me, I scorned the lore she brought me,
My only books
Were woman's looks, And folly's all they've taught me. Her smile when Beauty granted, I hung with gaze enchanted,
Like him the Sprite
Whom maids by night
If once their ray
Was turned away,
Too cold or wise
Thou hast called me thy Angel in mo.
ments of bliss, And thy Angel I'll be, 'mid the horrors
of this, Through the furnace, unshrinking, thy
steps to pursue, And shield thee, and save thee, or per
ish there too.
I SAW FROM THE BEACH.
I saw from the beach, when the morn
ing was shining, A bark o'er the waters move glori.
ously on; I came when the sun o'er that beacì
was declining, The bark was still there, but the
waters were gone.