Sages who, ev'n in exploring Nature through all her bright ways, Went, like the seraphs, adoring, And veil'd your eyes in the blazeMartyrs, who left for our reaping Truths you had sown in your bloodSinners, whom long years of weeping Chasten'd from evil to good Maidens who, like the young Crescent, HOW LIGHTLY MOUNTS THE MUSE'S How lightly mounts the Muse's wing, Whose theme is in the skies- Though Love his wreathed lyre may tune, Round which Devotion ties Though War's high-sounding harp may be Are bathed, all o'er, with tears. Who hymn, like saints above, No victor, but the Eternal One, GO FORTH TO THE MOUNT. Go forth to the Mount-bring the olive-branch home,' In the presence of God's mighty Champion, grow pale Oh never had Judah an hour of such mirth! Go forth to the Mount-bring the olive-branch home, And rejoice, for the day of our Freedom is come! Bring myrtle and palm-bring the boughs of each tree That is worthy to wave o'er the tents of the Free.+ From that day, when the footsteps of Israel shone, With a light not their own, through the Jordan's deep tide, Whose waters shrunk back as the Ark glided on-s IS IT NOT SWEET TO THINK, HERE- Is it not sweet to think, hereafter, When the spirit leaves this sphere, Eyes, this world can ne'er restore, Shall meet us and be lost no more. When wearily we wander, asking Of earth and heaven, where are they, Shall friendship-love-shall all those ties To keep our hearts from wrong and stain, 1 "And that they should publish and proclaim in all their cities, and in Jerusalem, saying, Go forth unto the mount and fetch olive-branches," etc. etc.-Neh. viii. 15. 2 "For since the days of Joshua the son of Nun, unto that day, had not the children of Israel done so: and there was very great gladness."--Ib. 17. 3 "Sun, stand thou still upon Gibeon; and thou, Moon, in the valley of Ajalon."--Josh. x. 12. 4 "Fetch olive-branches and pine-branches, and myrtlebranches, and palm-branches, and branches of thick trees, to make booths."-Neh. viii. 15. 5" And the priests that bare the ark of the covenant of the Lord stood firm on dry ground in the midst of Jordan, and all the Israelites passed over on dry ground."-Josh. iii 17 BALLADS, SONGS, ETC. BLACK AND BLUE EYES. THE brilliant black eye May in triumph let fly All its darts, without caring who feels 'em; Is much better pleased when it heals 'em. The soft eye of blue, Though it scatter wounds too, Then say, oh say no more That lovers' pains are sweet. I never, never can Believe the fond deceit. DEAR FANNY. SHE has beauty, but still you must keep your heart cool; She has wit, but you must not be caught so; Is much better pleased when it heals 'em, dear Fanny! Thus Reason advises, but Reason's a fool, CEASE, OH CEASE TO TEMPT! CEASE, oh cease to tempt It never, never can So wild a flame approve. All its joys and pains But be the vacant heart, The careless bosom mine. Then cease, oh cease to tempt My tender heart to love! It never, never can So wild a flame approve. Say, oh say no more That lovers' pains are sweet! I never, never can Believe the fond deceit. Consuming life in sighs,- And this I ne'er could prize. And 't is not the first time I have thought so, Dear Fanny. "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? DID NOT. "T WAS a new feeling-something more And wish'd, in every murmur'd sigh, She felt my lips' impassion'd touch'T was the first time I dared so much, And yet she chid not, and yet she chid not; But whisper'd o'er my burning brow, "Oh! do you doubt I love you now?" Sweet soul! I did not; sweet soul! I did not. Warmly I felt her bosom thrill, I press'd it closer, closer still, Though gently bid not, though gently bid not; Till-oh! the world hath seldom heard Of lovers, who so nearly err'd, And yet who did not, and yet who did not. FANNY, DEAREST! OH! had I leisure to sigh and mourn, Fanny, dearest! for thee I'd sigh; And every smile on my cheek should turn To tears, when thou art nigh. But, between love, and wine, and sleep, So busy a life I live, That even the time it would take to weep O Pilgrim! where hast thou been roaming ? Dark is the way, and midnight's coming. Stranger, I've been o'er moor and mountain, To tell my beads at Agnes' fountain. Death their eyelids closing ; Hark! the burial-rite 's begun- Here, then, my Pilgrim's course is o'er: once more; In death's kindly bosom our last hope remains Come to our shed-all toil is over; The dead fear no tyrants, the grave has no chains. Pilgrim no more, but knight and lover Oh! how lorn, how lost would prove Thy wretched victim's fate, If, when deceived in love, He could not fly to hate ! I CAN NO LONGER STIFLE. I can no longer stifle, That little part They call the heart Or on my word, And by the Lord, I'll try to do without it. This pretty thing 's as light, Sir, And here and there, And God knows where, She takes her wheeling flight, Sir. Us lovers, to amuse us, Unto her tail she rooses ; There, hung like bobs Of straw, or nobs, She whisks us where she chuses. LIGHT SOUNDS THE HARP. Light sounds the harp when the combat is over When heroes are resting, and joy is in bloom, When laurels hang loose from the brow of the lover And Cupid makes wings of the warrior's plume. But, when the foe returns, Again the hero burns ; The clang of mingling arms Is then the sound that charms, And brazen notes of war, by thousand trumpets roar. Oh! then comes the harp, when the combat is over When heroes are resting, and joy is in bloomWhen laurels hang loose from the brow of the lover, And Cupid makes wings of the warrior's plume. Light went the harp when the War-god, reclining, Lay lullid on the white arm of Beauty to restWhen round his rich armour the myrtle hung twining, And flights of young doves made his helmet their nest. The hero's eye breathed flame: While to his wakening ear No other sounds were dear, But brazen notes of war, by thousand trumpets sung. But then came the light harp, when danger was ended, And Beauty once more lull’d the War-god to rest; When tresses of gold with his laurels lay blended, And flights of young doves made his helmet their nest. I SAW THE MOON RISE CLEAR. 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 The path which leads to you. The gloom that winter cast How soon the heart forgets ! When summer brings, at last, The sun that never sets. So dawn'd my love for you; Thus chasing every pain, Than summer sun more true, ’T will never set again. JOYS THAT PASS AWAY. Alas! are purchased dear, Is follow'd by a tear. The girl whose faithless art Could break so dear a chain, And with it break my heart. Once, when truth was in those eyes, How beautiful they shone; For truth, alas! is gone. Nanny's beaming eye Well-a-day, poor Nanny! She pluck'd a little posie, And Nanny's pallid cheek Soon grew sleek and rosy. Oh! the little girls, etc |
