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I SAW THE MOON RISE CLEAR. 'Why thus in darkness lie ?' whispered I saw the moon rise clear
young Love, O'er hills and vales of snow,
'Thou, whose gay hours should in sun
shine move. Nor told my fleet reindeer
*I ne'er,' said the Dial, ‘have seen the The track I wished to go.
warm sun, But quick he bounded forth;
So noonday and midnight to me, Love, For well my reindeer knew
are one.' I've but one path on earth The path which leads to you,
Then Love took the Dial away from the
shade, The gloom that winter cast
And placed her where Heaven's beam How soon the heart forgets !
warmly played. When summer brings, at last,
There she reclined, beneath Love's The sun that never sets.
gazing eye, So dawned my love for you;
While, all marked with sunshine, her Thus chasing every pain,
hours flew by. Than summer sun more true,
Oh ! how,' said the Dial, can any 'Twill never set again.
fair maid, That's born to be shone upon, rest in
the shade ?
JOYS THAT PASS AWAY.
But night now comes on, and the sun
beam's o'er, Joys that pass away like this, Alas! are purchased dear,
And Love stops to gaze on the Dial no If every beam of bliss Is followed by a tear.
Then cold and neglected, while bleak
rain and winds Fare thee well! oh, fare thee well! Soon, too soon thou'st broke the spell.
Are storming around her, with sorrow
she finds Oh! I ne'er can love again
That Love had but numbered a few The girl whose faithless art Could break so dear a chain,
And left the remainder to darkness and And with it break my heart.
showers Once, when truth was in those eyes,
How beautiful they shone !
LOVE AND TIME.
'Tis said—but whether true or not Fare thee well ! oh, fare thee well !
Let bards declare who've seen 'em How I've loved my hate shall tell. Ob ! how lorn, how lost would prove
That Love and Time have only got Thy wretched victim's fate,
One pair of wings between 'em. If, when deceived in love,
In courtship's first delicious hour,
The boy full oft can spare 'em,
So, loitering in his lady's bower,
Then is Time's hour of play ;
Oh! how he Aies YOUNG Love found a Dial once, in a But short the moments, short as bright, dark shade,
When he the wings can borrow; Where man ne'er had wandered nor If Time to-day has had his flight, sunbeam played :
Love takes his turn to-morrow.
Ah! Time and Love ! your change is Oh! if to love thee more then
Each hour I number o'erThe saddest and most trying,
If this a passion be When one begins to limp again,
Worthy of thee, And t'other takes to flying.
Then be bappy, for thus I adore thee. Then is Love's hour to stray ; Charms may wither, but feeling shall Oh! how he flies away!
All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er But there's a nymph-whose chains I thee, feel,
Love's light summer-cloud sweetly And bless the silken fetter
shall cast. Who knows-the dear one !--how to deal
Rest, dear bosom! no sorrow shall pain With Love and Time much better. thee, So well she checks their wanderings, Sighs of pleasure aloneshalt thou steal;
So peacefully she pairs 'em, Beam, bright eyelid ! no weeping shall That Love with her ne'er thinks of stain thee, wings,
Tears of rapture alone shalt thou feel, And Time for ever wears 'em.
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. LOVE, MY MARY, DWELLS Charms may wither, but feeling shall.
last : WITH THEE.
All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'ei LOVE, my Mary, dwells with thee; thee, On thy cheek his ber. I see.
Love's light summer-cloud sweetly No-that cheek is pale with care ;
shall cast. Love can find no roses there. 'Tis not on the cheek of rose Love can find the best repose :
LOVE, WANDERING THROUGH In my heart his home thou'lt see ;
THE GOLDEN MAZE. There he lives, and lives for thee.
LOVE, wandering through the golden Love, my Mary, n'er can roam,
Of my beloved's hair, While he makes that eye his home.
Traced every lock with fond delays, No-the eye with sorrow dim Ne'er can be a home for him.
And, doting, lingered there. Yet, 'tis not in beaming eyes
And soon he found 'twere vain to fly;
His heart was close confined,
And every curlet was a tie-
A chain by beauty twined.
THE TYROLESE SONG OF LIBERTY.
MERRILY EVERY BOSOM LOVE'S LIGHT SUMMER CLOUD.
MERRILY every bosom boundeth,
Merrily, oh! merrily, ob !
There the warrior's arms And who is the man, with his white
locks flowing ?
A wandering Pilgrim, weak, I falter, Every joy the land surroundeth, To tell my beads at Agnes' altar. Merrily, oh ! merrily, oh !
Chill falls the rain, night winds are
blowing, Wearily every bosom pineth, Dreary and dark's the way we're goieg
Wearily, oh! wearily, oh! Where the bond of slavery twineth,
Fair Lady! rest till morning blushes
I'll strew for thee a bed of rushes.
Oh! stranger! when my beads I'm
counting, There the maiden's heart
I'll bless thy
name at Agnes' fountain. Hath no sweetness
Then, Pilgrim, turn, and rest thy Every flower of life declineth,
sorrow; Wearily, oh! wearily, oh!
Thou'lt go to Agnes’ shrine to-morrow.
Good stranger, when my beads I'm Cheerily then from hill and valley,
telling, Cheerily, oh! cheerily, oh!
My saint shall bless thy leafy dwelling: Like your native fountains sally,
Strew, then, oh! strew our bed of Cheerily, oh! cheerily, oh!
Here we must rest till morning blushes.
OH! REMEMBER THE TIME.
THE CASTILIAN MAID.
Oh! remember the time, in La Mancha's
shades, When our moments so blissfully flew;
When NOW LET THE WARRIOR.
called me the flower of Cas
tilian maids, Now let the warrior plume his steed,
And I blushed to be called so by you. And wave his sword afar ;
When I taught you to warble the gay For the men of the East this day shall seguadille, bleed,
And to dance to the light castanet; And the sun shall blush with war. Oh! never, dear youth, let you roam Victory sits on the Christian's helm where you will, To guide her holy band :
The delight of those moments forget. The Knight of the Cross this day shall They tell me, you lovers from Erin's
whelm The men of the Pagan land. Oh ! blessed who in the battle dies ! And that soon, in the light of some
Every hour a new passion can feel, God will enshrine him in the skies !
lovelier smile, You'll forget the poor maid of Castile.
But they know not how brave in the OH, LADY FAIR !
battle you are,
Or they never could think you would Oh, Lady fair! where art thou roaming ? The sun has sunk, the night is coming. For 'tis always the spirit most gallant Stranger, I go o'er moor and mountain,
in war To tell my beads at Agnes' fountain, That is fondest and truest in love!
OH! SOON RETURN! And even the wreath of victory
Must owe its bloom to thee.
The wave beneath us seemed to burn, sighs,
My only world's thy radiant eyesThrough many a clime our ship was My throne those circling arms ! driven,
Oh! yes, so well, so tenderly O’er many a billow rudely thrown; Thču'rt loved, adored by me, Now chilled beneath a northern heaven, Whole realms of light and liberty
Now sunned by summer's zone : Were worthless without thee.
When evening bid the west wave burn,
OH! YES, WHEN THE BLOOM. turn !
Ou! yes, when the bloom of Love's If ever yet my bosom found
boyhood is o'er, Its thoughts one moment turned from
He'll turn into friendship that feels thee,
no decay; 'Twas when the combat raged around, And though Time may take from hiin And brave men looked to me.
the wings he once wore, But though ʼmid battle's wild alarm The charms that remain will be bright
Love's gentle power might not appear, as before, He gave to glory's brow the charm
And he'll lose but his young trick of Which made even danger dear.
flying away. And then, when victory's calm came o'er The hearts where rage had ceased to burn,
Then let it console thee, if Love should I heard that farewell voice once more,
not stay, Oh! soon return !-Oh! soon re
That Friendship our last happy turn !'
moments will crown: Like the shadows of morning, Love
While Friendship, like those of the OH! YES, SO WELL.
closing of day,
Will linger and lengthen as Life's sun Oh! yes, so well, so tenderly
Thou’rt loved, adored by me, Fame, fortune, wealth, and liberty,
Were worthless without thee. Though, brimmed with blisses, pure
ONE DEAR SMILE. Life's cup before me lay,
COULDST thou look as dear as when Unless thy love were mingled there, First I sighed for thee; I'd spurn the draught away,
Couldst thou make me feel again Oh! yes, so well, so tenderly
Every wish I breathed thee then, Thou’rt loved, adored by me,
Oh ! how blissful life would be ! Fame, fortune, wealth, and liberty, Hopes, that now beguiling leave me, Are worthless without thee.
Joys, that lie in slumber cold
All would wake, couldst thou but give Without thy smile how joylessly All glory's meeds I see !
One dear smile like those of old.
Oh! there's nothing left us now,
Oh! never till that glorious day But to mourn the past;
Shall Lusitania's sons be gay, Vain was every ardent vow
Or hear, oh Peace! thy welcome lay Never yet did Heaven allow
Resounding through her sunny moun.
Life itself looks dark and cold :
THE YOUNG ROSE.
The young rose which I give thee, so
dewy and bright, THE DAY OF LOVE.
Was the floweret most dear to the sweet
bird of night, The beam of morning trembling Who oft by the moon o'er her blushes Stole o'er the mountain brook,
hath hung, With timid ray resembling
And thrilled every leaf with the wild Affection's early look.
lay he sung Thus love begins-sweet morn of love! The noontide ray ascended,
Oh! take thou this young rose, and let
her life be And o'er the valley stream Diffused a glow as splendid
Prolonged by the breath she will borrow As passion's riper dream.
from thee! Thus love expands-warm noon of love! For while o'er her bosom thy soft notes
shall thrill, But evening came, o'ershading She'll think the sweet night-bird is The glories of the sky,
courting her still ! Like faith and fondness fading
From Passion's altered eye.
WHEN 'MIDST THE GAY I MEET.
That blessed smile of thine, The song of war shall echo through our Though still on me it turns most sweet, mountains,
I scarce can call it mine : Till not one hateful link remains
But when to me alone Of slavery's lingering chains
Your secret tears you show,
And claim them as they flow.
Then still with bright looks bless
The gay, the cold, the free; Resounding through her sunny moun
But keep your tears for me. tains. The song of war shall echo through our The snow on Jura's steep mountains,
Can smile with many a beam, Till Victory's self shall, smiling, say, Yet still in chains of coldness sleep, •Your cloud of foes hath passed away, How bright soe'er it seem. And Freedom comes with new-born But when some deep-felt ray, ray,
Whose touch is fire, appears, To gild your vines and light your foun. Oh! then the smile is warmed away, tains.'
And, melting, turns to tears.