Dear Harp of my country! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine, Go,-sleep, with the sunshine of fame on thy slum bers, Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy than mine. If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone, I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all thy wild sweetness I wak'd was thy own! & JOYS THAT PASS AWAY. Joys that pass away like this, If ev'ry beam of bliss Is follow'd by a tear. Fare thee well, oh fare thee well; The girl, whose faithless art, 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; Oh how lorn, how lost would prove He could not fly to hate. THE FAST INDIAN. COME May, with all thy flowers, From Eastern isles, she wingeth Through watʼry wiles her way, And on her cheek she bringeth The bright sun's orient ray! Oh! come and court her hither, Ye breezes mild and warm, One winter's gale would wither So soft, so pure a form. The fields where she was straying Are bless'd with endless light; With zephyrs always playing Through gardens always bright. Then now, oh May be sweeter Than e'er thou'st been before, Let sighs from roses meet her, When she comes near our shore. A FINLAND LOVE SONG. I saw the morn rise clear O'er hills and dales of snow, Nor told my fleet rein-deer The way I wished to go; But, quick he bounded forth, For well my rein-deer knew, I've but one path on earth, That path which leads to you. The gloom that winter cast, "Twill never set again. FROM LIFE WITHOUT FREEDOM. FROM life without freedom, oh! who would not fly; In death's kindly bosom our last hope remains, OH! YES-SO WELL, SO TENDERLY. OH! yes-so well, so tenderly, Tho' brimm'd with blisses pure and rare, Life's cup before me lay, Unless thy love were mingled there, I'd spurn the draught away. Without thy smile how joylessly And ev'n the wreath of victory, Must owe its bloom to thee. Those worlds for which the conq'ror sighs, My only world those radiant eyes, LOVE THEE, DEAREST, LOVE THEE! LOVE thee, dearest, love thee! Shines so sadly fair, Though too oft dim With tears like him, Like him my truth will shine; Leave thee, dearest, leave thee! No-that star is not more true; When my vows deceive thee He will wander too. A cloud of night May veil his light, And death shall darken mine; But leave thee, dearest, leave thee! |