LET JOY ALONE BE REMEMBER'D NOW. LET thy joys alone be remember'd now, Or if thought's dark cloud come o'er thy brow, For thus to meet, and thus to find, That Time, whose touch can chill Oh, joy alone should be thought of now, Or, should thought's dark cloud come o'er thy brow When the flowers of life's sweet garden fade, If but one bright leaf remain, Of the many that once its glory made, It is not for us to complain. But thus to meet and thus to wake In all Love's early bliss; Oh, Time all other gifts may take, So he but leaves us this! Then let joy alone be remember'd now, Or if thought's dark cloud come o'er the brow, LOVE THEE, DEAREST? LOVE THEE? LOVE thee, dearest? love thee? Yes, by yonder star I swear, Which thro' tears above thee Shines so sadly fair; Though often dim, With tears, like him, Like him my truth will shine, And-love thee, dearest? love thee? Yes, till death I'm thine. 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? No, till death I'm thine. MY HEART AND LUTE. I GIVE thee all I can no more Tho' poor the off'ring be; My heart and lute are all the store A lute whose gentle song reveals And, better far, a heart that feels Tho' love and song may fail, alas! And ev'n if Care, at moments, flings A discord o'er life's happy strain, Let Love but gently touch the strings, 'Twill all be sweet again! |