And as, o'er ocean far, Tell thro' what storms I stray You still the unseen light Guiding my way. LET ERIN REMEMBER THE DAYS OF OLD LET Erin remember the days of old, Ere the emerald gem of the western world On Lough Neagh's bank. as the fisherman strays, He sees the round towers of other days EVELEEN'S BOWER. OH! weep for the hour, When to Eveleen's bower The Lord of the Valley with false vows came; From the heavens that night, And wept behind her clouds o'er the maiden's shame. The clouds pass'd soon From the chaste cold moon, And heaven smiled again with her vestal flame When the clouds shall pass away, Which that dark hour left upon Eveleen's fame. The white snow lay On the narrow path-way, When the Lord of the Valley cross'd over the moor; And many a deep print On the white snow's tint Show'd the track of his footstep to Eveleen's door. The next sun's ray Soon melted away Every trace on the path where the false Lord came, But there's a light above Which alone can remove That stain upon the snow of fair Eveleen's fame. LOVE'S YOUNG DREAM. On the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's chain wove; When my dream of life, froin morn till night, Was love, still love. New hope may bloom, And days may come, Of milder, calmer beam, But there's nothing half so sweet in life, No, there's nothing half so sweet in life, Though the bard to purer fame may scar, Though he win the wise, who frown'd before, He'll never meet A joy so sweet, In all his noon of fame, As when first he sung to woman's ear His soul-felt flame, And at every close, she blush'd to hear No, that hallow'd form is ne'er forgot Still it lingering haunts the greenest spot "T was odor fled As soon as shed; 'T was morning's winged dream; Oh! 't was light that ne'er can shine again ERIN, OH ERIN. LIKE the bright lamp, that shone in Kildar's holy fane. The nations have fallen, and thou still art young, Thy sun is but rising, when others are set; And tho' slavery's cloud o'er thy morning hath hung The full noon of freedom shall beam round thee yet Erin, oh Erin, tho' long in the shade, Thy star shall shine out when the proudest shall fade. Unchill'd by the rain, and unwaked by the wind, And daylight and liberty bless the young flower. And the hope that lived thro' it shall blossom at last. I'D MOURN THE HOPES. I'D mourn the hopes that leave me, With hearts so warm and eyes so bright, No clouds can linger o'er me, That smile turns them all to light. "Tis not in fate to harm me, While fate leaves thy love to me; Of waking bliss without thee, And though the hope be gone, love, Oh! we shall journey on, love, Far better lights shall win me Along the path I've yet to roam: The mind that burns within me, And pure smiles from thee at home |