So shall we reach at last that Fall Down which life's currents all must go, The dark, the brilliant, destined all To sink into the void below. Nor ev'n that hour shall want its charms If, side by side, still fond we keep, And calmly, in each other's arms Together link'd, go down the steep. LOVE'S VICTORY. SING to Love for, oh, 'twas he Who won the glorious day; Strew the wreaths of victory Along the conqu'ror's way. Yoke the Muses to his car, Let them sing each trophy won; While his mother's joyous star Shall light the triumph on. Hail to Love, to mighty Love, Or, should a sigh of sorrow steal Twill but teach the god to feel His victories the more. See his wings, like amethyst Bright as when, by Psyche kist, They trembled through and through. Flowers spring beneath his feet; Angel forms beside him run; While unnumber'd lips repeat "Love's victory is won!" Hail to Love, to mighty Love, &c. SONG OF HERCULES TO HIS DAUGHTER.* "I've been, oh, sweet daughter, "To fountain and sea, "To seek in their water "Some bright gem for thee. "Where diamonds were sleeping, "Where crystal was weeping, "The sea-nymph I've courted "With Naiads have sported "By bright waterfalls. "But sportive or tender, "Still sought I around * Founded on the fable reported by Arrian (in Indicis) of Hercules having searched the Indian Ocean, to find the pearl with which he adorned his daughter Pandæa. "That gem, with whose splendour "Thou yet shalt be crown'd. "And see, while I'm speaking, "Yon soft light afar; "The pearl I've been seeking "There floats like a star! "In the deep Indian Ocean "I see the gem shine, "And quick as light's motion "Its wealth shall be thine." Then eastward, like lightning, His sunny looks bright'ning The air he went through. And sweet was the duty, And hallow'd the hour, Which saw thus young Beauty Embellish'd by Power. |