The bard of Religion, sweet Cowper, oft sung In measures both solemn and airy; But sweetest his numbers arose, when he strung Anacreon Moore, with his Mary's soft name His numbers delighted to vary; And the Homer of Britain left Troy's fairest dame, To sing to his lovelier Mary. Thus oft to Parnassus the poet has gone, Then, lady, accept the slight tribute I bring, 1842. 15* ΤΟ The minstrel, as his wild notes die The maid, in glassy stream, surveys And deems she views, with raptured gaze, But not from Echo's caves the song And not to glassy streams belong Music and beauty thus reclaim The thousand joys they give; And 'mid their echoes, in their own Reflected sweetness live. Dead were the eye, on which thy glance Left not its lightning track; And dead the heart, that heard thy voice, Nor echoed music back. But could'st thou look beneath the eye, And hear the murmurs low Of those deep streams, that silently E'en then, beneath those shadowy waves, Thine image thou might'st see, And hear within their haunted caves, An echo rise for thee! 1842. To sing For E. D. G. Not Phoebus' lute I bring, Nor heavenly muse from sacred spring, Or mountains, where her favourite dwellings be; But in the thoughtful silence of the moon's sad light, When the still earth is wrapped in dreams, and fancy, sporting free, Wakes memories in the heart's deep cell, and visions fair to see; While from the past arise dear forms of old delight, And for the future, hope unfolds her wing; The thoughts that come, like billows bright Upon a starry sea, Shall sing to-night To thee. The stars are out; in her silvery car The winds have fled to their caves afar, E'en now, as I watched, through the azure clear, That star as it blazed along, An echo fell on my spirit's ear, Like the notes which the angels love to hear, And the whirling spheres prolong. 'Twas Venus who sang to her sister sphere, And a poet heard the song. I. "Alone in my splendour, Of thousands, that render Their homage in vain; And waken the praises Of earth and the sky. II. "Through the halls of the even, The children of heaven Look out from their home; |