I SAW THE MOON RISE CLEAR.

I SAW the moon rise clear

O'er hills and vales of snow,
Nor told my fleet reindeer
The track I wished to go.
But quick he bounded forth;

For well my reindeer 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 dawned my love for you;
Thus chasing every pain,
Than summer sun more true,
"Twill never set again.

JOYS THAT PASS AWAY.

Joys that pass away like this,
Alas! are purchased dear,
If every beam of bliss

Is followed by a tear.
Fare thee well! oh, fare thee well!
Soon, too soon thou'st broke the spell.
Oh! I ne'er can love again

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 !
But now that lustre flies,

For truth, alas! is gone.
Fare thee well! oh, fare thee well!
How I've loved my hate shall tell.
Oh! how lorn, how lost would prove
Thy wretched victim's fate,
If, when deceived in love,
He could not fly to hate!

LOVE AND THE SUN-DIAL.

YOUNG Love found a Dial once, in a dark shade,

Where man ne'er had wandered nor sunbeam played:

'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, loitering in his lady's bower,
He lets the gray-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 his flight,

Love takes his turn to-morrow.

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 fetterWho 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
wings,

And Time for ever wears 'em.
This is Time's holiday;
Oh! how he flies away!

LOVE, MY MARY, DWELLS
WITH THEE.

LOVE, my Mary, dwells with thee;
On thy cheek his ber I see.
No-that cheek is pale with care;
Love can find no roses there.
"Tis not on the cheek of rose
Love can find the best repose:
In my heart his home thou'lt see;
There he lives, and lives for thee.

Love, my Mary, n'er can roam,
While he makes that eye his home.
No-the eye with sorrow dim
Ne'er can be a home for him.
Yet, 'tis not in beaming eyes
Love for ever warmest lies:
In my heart his home thou'lt see;
There he lives, and lives for thee.

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LOVE'S LIGHT SUMMER CLOUD. PAIN and sorrow shall vanish before usYouth 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'erIf 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 sorrow 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'e 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, lingered there. And soon he found 'twere vain to fly; His heart was close confined, And every curlet was a tieA chain by beauty twined.

MERRILY EVERY BOSOM
BOUNDETH.

THE TYROLESE SONG OF LIBERTY.

MERRILY every bosom boundeth,
Merrily, oh! merrily, oh!
Where the song of Freedom soundeth
Merrily, oh! merrily, ob!

way,

As the Laird of Salmagundi went
To open in state his Parliament.

The Salmagundians once were rich,
Or thought they were-no matter
which-

For, every year, the Revenue1

From their periwinkles larger grew;
And their rulers, skilled in all the trick,
And legerdemain of arithmetic,
Knew how to place 1, 2, 3, 4,

5, 6, 7, 8, and 9 and 10,
Such various ways, behind, before,
That they made a unit seem a score,
And proved themselves most wealthy

men !

way,

As the Great Panurge in glory went
To open his own dear Parliament.

But folks at length began to doubt
What all this conjuring was about;
For, every day, more deep in debt
They saw their wealthy rulers get
'Let's look (said they) the items
through,

And see if what we're told be true
Of our Periwinkle Revenue.'

But, lord, they found there wasn't a tittle

Of truth in aught they heard before; For they gained by Periwinkles little,

And lost by Locusts ten times more! These Locusts are a lordly breed Some Salmagundians love to feed. Of all the beasts that ever were born, Your Locust most delights in corn; And though his body be but small, To fatten him takes the devil and all!

Nor this the worst, for, direr still, Alack, alack, and well-a-day! Their Periwinkles-once the stay And prop of the Salmagundian till— For want of feeding, all fell ill !

And still, as they thinned and died away,

The Locusts, ay, and the Locusts' Bill,
Grew fatter and fatter every day!

'Oh fie! oh fie!' was now the cry,
As they saw the gaudy show go by,
And the Laird of Salmagundi weat
To open his Locust Parliament !

(Twere a libel, perhaps, to mention where),

Came up incog., some winters ago,

To try, for a change, the London air.

So well he looked, and dressed, and talked,

And hid his tail and his horns so handy, You'd hardly have known him, as he walked,

From ---, or any other Dandy.

(N.B.-His horns, they say, unscrew; So he has but to take them out of the socket,

And-just as some fine husbands do— Conveniently clap them into his pocket.)

In short, he looked extremely natty, And even contrived to his own great wonder

By dint of sundry scents from Gattie, To keep the sulphurous hogo under.

And so my gentleman hoofed about,

Unknown to all but a chosen few At White's and Crockford's, where, no doubt,

He had many post-obits falling due.

Alike a gamester and a wit,

At night he was seen with Crockford's crew;

At morn with learned dames would sit

So passed his time 'twixt black and blue.

Some wished to make him an M.P.;

But, finding W-lks was also one, he Was heard to say 'he'd be d-d if he Would ever sit in one house with Johnny.'

At length, as secrets travel fast, And devils, whether he or she, Are sure to be found out at last,

The affair got wind most rapidly.

The press, the impartial press, that snubs Alike a fiend's or an angel's capersMiss Paton's soon as Beelzebub's—

Fired off a squib in the morning papers:

'We warn good men to keep aloof

From a grim old Dandy, seen about With a fire-proof wig and a cloven hoof, Through a neat cut Hoby smoking

out.

Now, the Devil being a gentleman,

Who piques himself on his well-bred dealings,

You may guess, when o'er these lines he ran,

How much they hurt and shocked his feelings

Away he posts to a man of law,

And oh, 'twould make you laugh

to 've seen 'em,

As paw shook hand, and hand shook paw,

And 'twas 'Hail, good fellow, wel' met,' between 'em.

Straight an indictment was preferred
And much the Devil enjoyed the jest.
When, looking among the judges, he
heard

That, of all the batch, his own was
Best.

In vain Defendant proffered proof

That Plaintiff's self was the Father of Evil

Brought Hoby forth to swear to the hoof,

And Stultz to speak to the tail of the Devil.

The Jury-saints, all snug and rich, And readers of virtuous Sunday papers

Found for the Plaintiff; on hearing which

The Devil gave one of his loftiest

capers

For oh, it was nuts to the father of lies (As this wily fiend is named in the Bible),

To find it settled by laws so wise, That the greater the truth, the worse the libel!