The thought was ecstatic! I felt as if Heaven Which morning had clouded was clouded no more: "Oh! thus," I exclaim'd, “ can a heavenly eye Shed light on the soul that was darken'd before!" GO WHERE GLORY WAITS THEE. Go where glory waits thee, But when friends are nearest, When at eve thou rovest Oh! then remember me. Oft as summer closes, Once so loved by thee, When, around thee dying, Draw one tear from thee; OH! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME. OH! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade, But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps ; And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls. AS A BEAM O'ER THE FACE OF THE WATERS MAY GLOW. As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow, While the tide runs in darkness and coldness below, So the cheek may be tinged with a warm sunny smile, Though the cold heart to ruin runs darkly the while. One fatal remembrance, one sorrow that throws Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes, To which life nothing darker or brighter can bring, For which joy has no balm, and affliction no sting! Oh! this thought in the midst of enjoyment will stay, Like a dead, leafless branch in the summer's bright ray; The beams of the warm sun play round it in vain, It may smile in his light, but it blooms not again! THE MEETING OF THE WATERS. THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet heart. Yet it was not that Nature had shed o'er the scene 'Twas that friends the beloved of my bosom were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of nature improve, When we see them reflected from looks that we love. Sweet vale of Avoca! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace. WHILE GAZING ON THE MOON'S LIGHT. Each proud star, For me to feel its warming flame; That mild sphere, Which near our planet smiling came: While brighter eyes unheeded play, Like hope, that lights a mourner's cheek The moon's smile Play'd o'er a stream in dimpling bliss), "The moon looks On many brooks, The brook can see no moon but this;" AFTER THE BATTLE. NIGHT closed around the conqueror's way, 1 The soldier's hope, the patriot's zeal, LOVE'S YOUNG DREAM. On! the days are gone, when beauty bright When my dream of life, from morn till night, New hope may bloom, And days may come But there's nothing half so sweet in life Oh! there's nothing half so sweet in life Though the bard to purer fame may soar, Though he win the wise, who frown'd before, He'll never meet In all his noon of fame, As when first he sung to woman's ear And, at every close, she blush'd to hear VOL. II.-A A |