Where the smile of a father shall meet me again,
And the tears of a mother turn bliss into pain!
Where the kind voice of sisters shall steal to my heart,
And ask it, in sighs, how we ever could part!

But see!-the bent top-sails are ready to swell—
To the boat-I am with thee-Columbia farewell!

BLACK AND BLUE EYES.

THE brilliant black eye

May in triumph let fly

All its darts without caring who feels 'em;
But the soft eye of blue,

Though it scatter wounds too,

Is much better pleased when it heals 'em!
Dear Fanny!

The soft eye of blue,

Though it scatter wounds too,

Is much better pleased when it heals 'em.

The black eye may say,
"Come and worship my ray-

By adoring, perhaps, you may move me!"
But the blue eye, half hid,

Says, from under its lid

"I love, and am yours, if you love me!"
Dear Fanny!

The blue eye, half hid,

Says, from under its lid

"I love, and am yours, if you love me!"

Then tell me, oh, why,

In that lovely blue eye,

Not a charm of its tint I discover;
Or why should you wear

The only blue pair

That ever said "No" to a lover?

Dear Fanny!

Oh, why should you wear

The only blue pair

That ever said "No" to a lover?

DEAR FANNY.

"SHE has beauty, but still you must keep your heart cool;

She has wit, but you mustn't be caught so:"

Thus Reason advises, but Reason's a fool,

And 'tis not the first time I have thought so;
Dear Fanny,

'Tis not the first time I have thought so.

"She is lovely; then love her, nor let the bliss fly;
'Tis the charm of youth's vanishing season:
Thus Love has advised me, and who will deny
That Love reasons much better than Reason?
Dear Fanny,

Love reasons much better than Reason.

FROM LIFE WITHOUT FREEDOM.

FROM life without freedom, oh, who would not fly?
For one day of freedom, oh! who would not die?
Hark! hark! 'tis the trumpet! the call of the brave,
The death-song of tyrants, and dirge of the slave.
Our country lies bleeding-oh, fly to her aid;
One arm that defends is worth hosts that invade.

In death's kindly bosom our last hope remains—
The dead fear no tyrants, the grave has no chains.
On, on to the combat; the heroes that bleed
For virtue and mankind are heroes indeed.
And oh, even if freedom from this world be driven,
Despair not at least we shall find her in heaven.

HERE'S THE BOWER.

HERE's the bower she loved 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 loved
Ne'er shall feel its sweetness;
Time, that once so fleetly moved,
Now hath lost its fleetness.

Years were days when here she stray'd,
Days were moments near her;

Heaven ne'er form'd a brighter maid,

Nor pity wept a dearer!

Here's the bower, &c.

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.
But quick he bounded forth;
For well my rein-deer knew
I've but one path on earth-
That path which leads to you.

The gloom that winter cast

How soon the heart forgets,
When summer brings, at last,
Her sun that never sets!
So dawn'd my love for you;
And chasing every pain,
Than summer sun more true,
"Twill never set again.

LOVE AND THE SUN-DIAL.

YOUNG Love found a Dial once in a dark shade,

Where man ne'er had wander'd nor sun-beam play'd; 'Why thus in darkness lie," whisper'd young Love;

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"Thou whose gay hours in sunshine should move?"

"I ne'er," said the Dial, "have seen the warm sun, So noonday and midnight to me, Love, are one."

Then Love took the Dial away from the shade,
And placed her where heaven's beam warmly play'd.
There she reclined, beneath Love's gazing eye,
While all mark'd with sunshine, her hours flew by.
"Oh, how," said the Dial, can any fair maid,
That's born to be shone upon, rest in the shade?"

But night now comes on, and the sunbeam's o'er,
And Love stops to gaze on the Dial no more.
Then cold and neglected, while bleak rain and winds
Are storming around her, with sorrow she finds
That Love had but number'd a few sunny hours,
And left the remainder to darkness and showers!

LOVE AND TIME.

'TIS said-but whether true or not
Let bards declare who've seen 'em--
That Love and Time have only got
One pair of wings between 'em.
In courtship's first delicious hour,
The boy full well can spare 'em;
So, loitering in his lady's bower,
He lets the grey-beard wear 'em.
Then is Time's hour of play;
Oh, how he flies away!

But short the moments, short as bright,
When he the wings can borrow;

If Time to-day has had its flight,
Love takes his turn to-morrow.
Ah! Time and Love, your change is then
The saddest and most trying,

When one begins to limp again,

And t'other takes to flying.

Then is Love's hour to stray;

Oh, how he flies away!

But there's a nymph, whose chains I feel,
And bless the silken fetter,

Who knows, the dear one, how to deal
With Love and Time much better.

So well she checks their wanderings,

So peacefully she pairs 'em,

That Love with her ne'er thinks of wings,

And Time for ever wears 'em.

This is Time's holiday;

Oh, how he flies away!

LOVE'S LIGHT SUMMER-CLOUD.
PAIN and sorrow shall vanish before us-
Youth may wither, but feeling will last:
All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er us,
Love's light summer-cloud sweetly shall cast.
Oh, if to love thee more

Each hour I number o'er-
If this a passion be
Worthy of thee,

Then be happy, for thus I adore thee.

Charms may wither, but feeling shall last :
All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er thee,
Love's light summer-cloud sweetly shall cast.

Rest, dear bosom, no sorrows shall pain thee,
Sighs of pleasure alone shalt thou steal;
Beam, bright eyelid, no weeping shall stain thee,
Tears of rapture alone shalt thou feel.
Oh, if there be a charm
In love, to banish harm-
If pleasure's truest spell
Be to love well,

Then be happy, for thus I adore thee.

Charms may wither, but feeling shall last :
All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er thee,
Love's light summer-cloud sweetly shall cast.

LOVE, WANDERING THROUGH THE GOLDEN MAZE.

LOVE, wandering through the golden maze

Of my beloved's hair,

Traced every lock with fond delays,

And, doting, linger'd there.

And soon he found 'twere vain to fly;

His heart was close confined,

And every curlet was a tie

A chain by beauty twined.