LET JOY ALONE BE REMEMBER'D NOW. LET thy joys alone be remember'd now, Or if thought's dark cloud come o'er thy brow, That Time, whose touch can chill Or, should thought's dark cloud come o'er thy brow, When the flowers of life's sweet garden fade, Of the many that once its glory made, But thus to meet and thus to wake In all Love's early bliss; Oh, Time all other gifts may take, So he but leaves us this! Then let joy alone be remember'd now, Let our sorrows go sleep awhile; Or if thoughts dark cloud come o'er thy brow, Let Love light it up with his smile! LOVE THEE, DEAREST? LOVE THEE? LOVE thee, dearest ? love thee? Though often dim, With tears, like him, Like him my truth will shine, And-love thee, dearest ? love thee? Yes, till death I'm thine. Leave thee, dearest ? leave thee? When my vows deceive thee, He will wander too. A cloud of night May veil his light, And death shall darken mine But leave thee, dearest? leave thee? No, till death I'm thine. MY HEART AND LUTE. I GIVE thee all-I can no more- Much more than lute could tell. Though love and song may fail, alas! Or gild them if they stay. A discord o'er life's happy strain, Let love but gently touch the strings, "Twill all be sweet again! PEACE, PEACE TO HIM THAT'S GONE! WHEN I am dead Then lay my head In some lone, distant dell, Where voices ne'er Shall stir the air, Or break its silent spell. If any sound Be heard around, Sing all night long, "Peace, peace, to him that's gone!" Yet, oh, were mine One sigh of thine, One pitying word from thee, Like gleams of heav'n, To sinners giv'n, Would be that word to me. Howe'er unblest, My shade would rest While list'ning to that tone;- To hear from thee, "Peace, peace, to him that's gone!" |