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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.

WHENE'ER I SEE THOSE SMILING EYES

WHENE'ER I see those smiling eyes,
So full of hope, and joy, and light,
As if no cloud could ever rise,

To dim a heaven so purely bright —
I sigh to think how soon that brow

In grief may lose its every ray, And that light heart, so joyous now,

Almost forget it once was gay.

For time will come with all its blights,

The ruin'd hope, the friend unkind, And love, that leaves where'er it lights

A chill'd or burning heart behind;— While youth, that now like snow appears,

Ere sullied by the darkening rain, When once 'tis touch'd by sorrow's tears

Will never shine so bright again.

IF THOU' LT BE MINE.

TF thou'lt be mine, the treasures of air,
Of earth, and sea, shall lie at thy feet;

Whatever in Fancy's eye looks fair,

Or in Hope's sweet music sounds most sweet,
Shall be ours—if thou wilt be mine, love!

Bright flowers shall bloom wherever we rove,
A voice divine shall talk in each stream,

The stars shall look like worlds of love,
And this earth be all one beautiful dream
In our eyes — if thou wilt be mine, love!

And thoughts whose source is hidden and high,
Like streams that come from heavenward hills,

Shall keep our hearts, like meads that lie
To be bath'd by those eternal rills,

Ever green, if thou wilt be mine, love!

All this and more the Spirit of Love
Can breathe o'er them who feel his spells;

That heaven, which forms his home above,
He can make on earth, wherever he dwells,
As thou'lt own, if thou wilt be mine, lovo I

TO LADIES' EYES.

WO Ladies' eyes around, boy,

We can't refuse, we can't refuse, Though bright eyes so abound, boy,

'Tis hard to choose, 'tis hard to choose. For thick as stars that lighten

Yon airy bowers, yon airy bowers, The countless eyes that brighten

This earth of ours, this earth of ours. But fill the cup — where'er, boy,

Our choice may fall, our choice may fall, We're sure to find Love there, boy,

So drink them all! so drink them all I

Some looks there are so holy,

They seem but given, they seem but given, As shining beacons, solely,

To light to heaven, to light to heaven. While some :— 0, ne'er believe them !—

With tempting ray, with tempting ray, Would lead us (God forgive them !)

The other way, the other way. But fill the cup — where'er, boy,

Our choice may fall, our choice may fall, We're sure to find Love there, boy,

So drink them all! so drink them all!

In some, as in a mirror,

Love seems portray'd, Love seems portray'd, But shun the flattering error,

'Tis but his shade, 'tis but his shade.

Himself has fixed his dwelling

In eyes we know, in eyes we know, And lips — but this is telling —

So here they go! so here they go! Fill up, fill up — where'er, boy,

Our choice may fall, our choice may fall, We're sure to find Love there, boy,

So drink them all! so drink them all!

FORGET NOT THE FIELD.

FORGET not the field where they perish'd,

The truest, the last of the brave,
All gone — and the bright hopes we cherish'd
Gone with them, and quench'd in their grave!

Oh! could we from death but recover
Those hearts as they bounded before,

In the face of high Heaven to fight over
That combat for freedom once more ;—

Could the chain for an instant be riven
Which tyranny flung round us then,

No! 'tis not in Man, nor in Heaven,
To let Tyranny bind it again!

But 'tis past — and though blazon'd in story

The name of our Victor may be, Accurst is the march of that glory

Which treads o'er the hearts of the free.

Far dearer the grave or the prison

Illum'd by one patriot name,
Than the trophies of all who have risen

On Liberty's ruins to fame.

THEY MAY RAIL AT THIS LIFE.

rTHEY may rail at this life — from the hour 1 began it,

I found it a life full of kindness and bliss; And until they can show me some happier planet,

More social and bright, I'll content me with this. As long as the world has such lips and such eyes,

As before me this moment enraptur'd I see, They may say what they will of their orbs in the skies,

But this earth is the planet for you, love, and me.

In Mercury's star, where each moment can bring them

New sunshine and wit from the fountain on high, Though the nymphs may have livelier poets to sing them,*

They've none, even there, more enamor'd than I. And, as long as this harp can be waken'd to love,

And that eye its divine inspiration shall be, They may talk as they will of their Edens above,

But this earth is the planet for you, love, and me.

* "Tous les habitans de Mercure sont vifs."—Plubaute Des Mondes.

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