FROM LIFE WITHOUT FREEDOM. FROM life without freedom, say, 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, the dirge of the slave. Our country lies bleeding-haste, haste to her aid; One arm that defends is worth hosts that invade. In death's kindly bosom our last hope remains- HERE'S THE BOWER. HERE'S the bower she loved so much, Oh, how that touch enchanted! Spring may bloom, but she we loved Now hath lost its fleetness. Years were days, when here she stray'd, Days were moments near her; Heav'n ne'er form'd a brighter maid, Here's the bower, &c. The gloom that winter cast So, fix'd through joy and 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 sunbeam play'd; "Why thus in darkness lie," whisper'd young Love, "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, But night now comes on, and the sunbeam's o'er, I SAW THE MOON RISE CLEAR. A FINLAND LOVE SONG I SAW the moon rise clear The track I wish'd to go. Yet quick he bounded forth; For well my reindeer knew I've but one path on earth The path which leads to you. LOVE AND TIME. "TIS said-but whether true or not Let bards declare who've seen 'emThat Love and Time have only got One pair of wings between 'em. In courtship's first delicious hour, The boy full oft can spare 'em; So, loit'ring in his lady's bower, He lets the grey-beard wear 'em Then is Time's hour of play; Oh, how he flies, flies away! |