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Ipsara! thy glory is changed into gloom,
Farewell, my gentle harp, farewell I
Thy task will soon be done;
Shall, like its tones, be gone—'
I shed no tears—light passes by
The stricken bosom that can sigh
When comes the soul's true agony,
The lip is hushed and calm the aye.
And mine has come !—no more I weep*—
My bleep must be the unwaking deep,
My bed most be the erave:
Though time hath not wreathed
My temples with snow,
A spell o'er my brow,
Press on me with pain;
And lingers in vain.
The eyes which behold thee,
Their brightness is flown;
Enfeebled are grown:
By fortune estranged;
For thou, too, art changed!
Yes, dark ills Have clouded
The dawning in tears;
My ripening years:
Draws nigh to its close ;—
I sigh for repose.
The world shall caress thee
When I cease to be;
Which smile not for me:
And bend at thy shrine;
So truly as mine.
WHERE IS HE?
Aiid where is he? Not by the side
Not o'er those valleys wandering wide,
That form beloved he marks no more,
Those scenes are lovely as before,
No, no; the radiance is not dim,
That used to gild his favourite hill; The pleasures that were dear to him,
Are dear to life and nature still: But, ah! his home is not as fair,
Neglected must his gardens be, The lilies droop and wither there,
And seem to whisper, ' where is lie .
His was the pomp, the crowded.hall,
But where is now this proud display! His riches, honours, pleasures, all
Desire could frame; but where are they? And he, as some tall rock that stands
Protected by the circling sea, Surrounded by admiring bands,
Seemed proudly strong—and where is he?
,' . ...' il The churchyard bears an added stone, .
The fireside shows a vacant chair; ,,
Here sadness dwells, and weeps alone,
And death displays his banner there;
The life is gone, the breath has fled,
The well-known form, the welcome tread,
THE FICKLENESS OF LOVE.
Alas I—how light a cause may move
Dissension between hearts that love I
Hearts that the world in vain has tried,
And sorrow but more closely tied;
That stood the storm when waves were rough,
Yet in a sunny hour fall off,
Like ships that have gone down at sea,
When heaven was all tranquillity!;
A something light as air—a look,
A word unkind or wrongly taken—
A breath, a touch like this has shaken—