But if in pursuit we go deeper, Has Hope, like the bird in the story 2, If thus the sweet hours have fleeted, 2 "The bird, having got its prize, settled not far off with the talisman in its mouth. The prince drew near it, hoping it would drop it; but, as he approached, the bird took wing, and settled again," &c.-Arabian Nights-Story of Kummir al Zummaun and the Princess of China. If thus the unkind world wither Each feeling that once was dear;— Come, child of misfortune! come hither, I'll weep with thee tear for tear. NO, NOT MORE WELCOME. AIR-Luggelaw.. No, not more welcome the fairy numbers This heart long had sleeping lain, Sweet voice of comfort! 'twas like the stealing Twas whisper'd balm-'twas sunshine spoken!— To have my long sleep of sorrow broken By such benign blessed sounds again! WHEN FIRST I MET THEE. AIR-O Patrick, fly from me. WHEN first I met thee, warm and young, I saw thee change, yet still relied, 1 But go, deceiver! go, The heart whose hopes could make it Deserves that thou shouldst break it! When every tongue thy follies named, Or found, in even the faults they blamed, I still was true when nearer friends Conspired to wrong, to slight thee; The heart, that now thy falsehood rends, Would then have bled to right thee. But go, deceiver! go, Some day, perhaps, thou'lt waken From pleasure's dream, to know The grief of hearts forsaken. Even now, though youth its bloom has shed, The few, who loved thee once have fled, The smiling there, like light on graves, I would not now surrender One taintless tear of mine For all thy guilty splendour! And days may come, thou false one! yet, |