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And when, in other climes, we meet

Some isle, or vale enchanting,
Where all looks flowery, wild, and sweet,

And nought but love is wanting;
We think how great had been our bliss

If Heaven had but assign'd us To live and die in scenes like this,

With some we've left behind us!

As travellers oft look back at eve,

When eastward darkly going,
To gaze upon that light they leave

Still faint behind them glowing,—
So, when the close of pleasure's day

To gloom hath near consign'd us, We turn to catch one fading ray

Of joy that's left behind us.



N the morning of life, when its cares are unknown,

And its pleasures in all their new lustre begin, When we live in a bright beaming world of our own,

And the light that surrounds us is all from within; Oh 'tis not, believe me, in that happy time

We can love, as in hours of less transport we may; Of our smiles, of our hopes, 'tis the gay sunny prime,

But affection is truest when these fade away.

When we see the first glory of youth pass us by,

Like a leaf on the stream that will never return When our cup, which had sparkled with pleasure so high,

First tastes of the other, the dark-flowing urn; Then, then is the time when affection holds sway

With a depth and a tenderness joy never knew; Love, nurs'd among pleasures, is faithless as they,

But the Love born of Sorrow, like sorrow, is true.

In climes full of sunshine, tho' splendid the flowers,

Their sighs have no freshness, their odor no worth; >Tis the cloud and the mist of our own Isle of showers

That call the rich spirit of fragrancy forth. So ii is not 'mid splendor, prosperity, mirth,

That the depth of Love's generous spirit appears; To the sunshine of smiles it may first owe its birth,

But the soul of its sweetness is drawn out by tears.


WHEN cold in the earth lies the friend thou hast lov'd,

Be his faults and his follies forgot by thee then; Or, if from their slumber the veil be remov'd,

Weep o'er them in silence, and close it again. And O, if 'tis pain to remember how far

From the pathways of light he was tempted to roam, Be it bliss to remember that thou wert the star

That arose on his darkness, and guided him home. From thee and thy innocent beauty first came

The revealings that taught him true love to adore, To feel the bright presence, and turn him with shame

From the idols he blindly had knelt to before. O'er the waves of a life long benighted and wild,

Thou cam'st like a soft golden calm o'er the sea; And if happiness purely and glowingly smiled

On his evening horizon, the light was from thee.

And tho', sometimes, the shades of past folly might rise,

And tho' falsehood again would allure him to stray, He but turn'd to the glory that dwelt in those eyes,

And the folly, the falsehood, soon vanish'd away. As the Priests of the Sun, when their altar grew dim,

At the day-beam alone could its lustre repair, So, if virtue a moment grew languid in him,

He but flew to that smile, and rekindled it there.


REMEMBER thee? yes, while there's life in this

heart It shall never forget thee, all lorn as thou art; More dear in thy sorrow, thy gloom, and thy showers, Than the rest of the world in their sunniest hours.

Wert thou all that 1 wish thee, great, glorious, and

free, First flower of the earth> and first gem of the sea, I might hail thee with prouder, with happier brow, But O, could I love thee more deeply than now?

No, thy chains as they rankle, thy blood as it runs, But make thee more painfully dear to thy sons — Whose hearts, like the young of the desert-bird's nest, Drink love in each life drop that flows from thy breast.


WREATH the* bowl

With flowers of soul,
The brightest Wit can.find us;

We'll take a flight

Towards heaven to-night,
And leave dull earth behind us.

Should Love amid

The wreaths be hid
That Joy, the enchanter brings us,

No danger fear,

While wine is near,
We'll drown him if he stings us.

Then wreath the bowl

With flowers of soul,
The brightest Wit can find us;

We'll take a flight

Towards heaven to-night,
And leave dull earth behind us.

'Twas nectar fed

Of old, 'tis said,
Their Junos, Joves, Apollos;

And man may brew

His nectar too,
The rich receipt's as follows:

Take wine like this,

Let looks of bliss Around it well be blended,

Then bring Wit's beam

To warm the stream, And there's your nectar splendid ,

So, wreath the bowl

With flowers of soul,
The brightest Wit can find us;

We'll take a flight

Towards heaven to-night, And leave dull earth behind us.

Say, why did Time

His glass sublime
Fill up with sands unsightly,

When wine, he knew,

Kuns brisker through, And sparkles far more brightly?

Oh, lend it us,

And smiling thus,
The glass in two we'll sever,

Make pleasure glide

In double tide,
And fill both ends for ever!

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