Immortal, oh! immortal Thou art, whose earthly glow Hath given these ashes holiness It must, it must be so ! FAIRY FAVORS. Give me but Something whereunto I may bind my heart; WOULDST thou wear the gift of immortal bloom? With balm from the gardens of genii brought; When the young all scatter'd like rose-leaves lie. "And would not the youth of my soul be gone, Wouldst thou have empire, by sign or spell, Wouldst thou call the spirits of shore and steep "And would not fear, at my coming, then The human love for whose founts I yearn! Wouldst thou then read through the hearts of those Upon whose faith thou hast sought repose? Wear this rich gem! it is charm'd to show When a change comes over affection's glow; And learn if the trusted be false or true! "Keep, keep the gem, that I still may trust, Though my heart's wealth be but pour'd on dust! Let not a doubt in my soul have place, To dim the light of a loved one's face; Leave to the earth its warm, sunny smile- Say then what boon of my power shall be, "Oh! give me no sway o'er the powers unseen, But a human heart where my own may lean! A friend, one tender and faithful friend, Whose thoughts' free current with mine may blend, And leaving not either on earth alone, Bid the bright, calm close of our lives be one!" A PARTING SONG. "Oh! mes amis, rappelez vous quelquefois mes vers; mon âme y est empreinte."-CORINNE. WHEN will ye think of me, my friends? When the last red light, the farewell of day, When the air with a deep'ning hush is fraught, When will ye think of me, kind friends? When the rose of the rich midsummer time Is fill'd with the hues of its glorious prime; |