I KNEW BY THE SMOKE. I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curled Above the green elms, that a cottage was near, It was noon, and on flowers that languished around, Save the woodpecker's tapping the hollow beech-tree. And here in this lone little wood," I exclaimed, By the shade of yon sumach, whose red berry dips Which had never been sighed on by any but mine. FAIREST! PUT ON AWHILE. Fairest! put on awhile These pinions of light I bring thee, In fancy let me wing thee. As I shall waft thee over! Fields where the Spring delays, With only her tears to guard her. Like a bold warrior's brows That Love has just been crowning. Islets, so freshly fair, That never hath bird come nigh them, But from his course through air Whose look, whose blush inviting, From Heaven, without alighting. Lakes where the pearl lies hid, And caves where the diamond 's sleeping, Bright as the gems that lid Of thine let fall in weeping. Glens where ocean comes To escape the wild wind's rancor, And harbors, worthiest homes, Where freedom's sails could anchor. GO WHERE GLORY WAITS THEE. Go where glory waits thee, O then remember me. When, at eve, thou rovest Once so loved by thee, When, around thee dying, O THE SIGHT ENTRANCING. O the sight entrancing, With helm and blade, And plumes, in the gay wind dancing! May lead to death, But never to retreating. O the sight entrancing, When morning's beam is glancing O'er files, arrayed With helm and blade, And plumes, in the gay wind dancing! Yet, 't is not helm or feather- His plumèd bands Could bring such hands And hearts as ours together. Leave pomps to those who need 'em Adorn but man with freedom, And proud he braves The gaudiest slaves That crawl where monarchs lead 'em. The sword may pierce the beaver, Stone walls in time may sever, "T is heart alone, Worth steel and stone, O'er files, arrayed With helm and blade, And in Freedom's cause advancing! THE MEETING OF THE WATERS.1 There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene "T was that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Sweet vale of Avoca! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, RICH AND RARE WERE THE GEMS SHE WORE.3 Rich and rare were the gems she wore, And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore; Her sparkling gems or snow-white wand. 1 "The Meeting of the Waters " forms a part of that beautiful scenery which lies between Rathdrum and Arklow in the county of Wicklow, and these lines were suggested by a visit to this romantic spot in the summer of the year 1807. 2 The rivers Avon and Avoca. & This ballad is founded upon the following anecdote: "The people |