And oh, ev'n if Freedom from this world be driven, YOUNG Love found a Dial once, in a dark shade, Despair not at least we shall find her in heaven. HERE'S THE BOWER. HERE'S the bower she lov'd so much, And the tree she planted; Here's the harp she used to touch Oh, how that touch enchanted! Roses now unheeded sigh; Where's the hand to wreathe them? Songs around neglected lie; Where's the lip to breathe them? Here's the bower, &c. Spring may bloom, but she we lov'd Now hath lost its fleetness. Days were moments near her; Heav'n ne'er form'd a brighter maid, Nor Pity wept a dearer ! Here's the bower, &c. Where man ne'er had wander'd nor sunbeam I SAW THE MOON RISE CLEAR. A FINLAND LOVE SONG. I SAW the moon rise clear O'er hills and vales of snow, Nor told my fleet rein-deer The track I wish'd to go. Yet quick he bounded forth; For well my rein-deer knew I've but one path on earth The path which leads to you. LOVE AND TIME. "Trs said-but whether true or not |