Think, how soon the morning shining
Bringeth trouble and repining.

To enjoyment, then, inclining,
Let us drink, and sing, and play :
Fal la lah, and-fal la lay;

And be gay.

Drink! drink! whilst we may.
Etc.

Who shall say our hearts to-morrow
Are not doom'd to some new sorrow?
From the night then let us borrow
Hours of joy, to sing and play :
Fal la lah, and — fal la lay;

And be gay.

Drink! drink! whilst we may.
Etc.

See the fire in CLARA's glances !

Frolic's self in FLORA's dances;

ELLEN'S... Pour! each cup enhances

Love's true joys; and sing, and play ;

Fal la lah, and fal la lay;

And be gay.

Drink! drink! whilst we may.
Etc.

With the light those eyes, less daring,
Of their joy will be more sparing ;
Friendship's brow too shall be wearing
More reserve. Then sing, and play :

Fal la lah, and― fal la lay;

And be gay.

Drink! drink! whilst you may.

Lads and lasses,

Crown your glasses.

Quick! ere come the joyless day.

X.

SONG.

LEAVE, Sweet bird, my pensive bow'r,

Music ill accords with pain;

Fly me till some happier hour,

Fly me now, but come again;

Come when comes the leaf and flow'r ;
Late thy song, sweet bird, and vain ;
Fly me then till happier hour,

Songstress sweet, but come again;
Come again!

Careless bird, thou warblest still!
Seest thou not my brow is sad?
Tremble on that little bill

Strains which suit the free and glad.
Sere the leaf and gone the flow'r ;
Silly bird, then why remain ?

Fly away till happier hour,

Songstress sweet, but come again;

Come again!

Yet, sing on; why grudge thy pleasure ?
What to me thy notes are glad?

Joy and Sorrow move in measure,
Others gay when we are sad.
What though wither'd leaf and flow'r,
Songstress sweet, resume thy strain ;
Wait not till a happier hour,

Warble now, and come again;
Come again!

XI.

WOMAN. AN APOLOGUE.

WHEN from the ever-blooming bowers were driven Our great first parents, thus, by Heaven's command, The expelling angel spake to weeping EVE :

"On thee, unhappy Eve, has God bestow'd, Above all else that moves beneath the skies, Beauty, for Man's attraction. Nor does GoD Recall what he hath given. But, seeing that thou For ADAM's ruin hast misus'd the gift,

To counteract it, lo! the OMNIFIC adds

What shall make Man despise its power, — Caprice."

Then, when without the Garden gate mov'd EVE, With step irresolute and head deject,

In the broad shadow of her husband's form,
Who walk'd a pace before, in solemn thought,

Sad, but submissive to his Maker's will,
The Devil, in likeness of a sparrow, lit
Upon her roseate shoulder's comely slope,

Which, here and there, between the glistering waves
Of her down-floating and dishevel'd hair,

Shone like the almond's blossoms 'mid its boughs,
And said:

"Though God hath given thee caprice, And it shall weary Man, and make him yearn To break from his inthralment, fear not thou; For I will cause that it shall bind him more. Lo, I will put into thine eyes desire, And hesitation on thy lips. Thou shalt Affect deep passion, and shalt feel it not, Feel it and shalt deny it; thy life shall be A daily lie; thine eyes shall lie; thy smile Shall be deceitful, and thy frown deceitful; And Man, though struggling, shall be still thy slave."

Then through her tears, and through her clustering

locks,

Smil'd EVE, well-pleas'd, and, parting from her lips, And from her blushing cheek, with gesture sweet,

The natural veil of shadowing tresses bright

That o'er the roses of her bosom hung

Down to her swelling loins, the sparrow kiss'd.

And, from that time, Man's wedded days were days

As those of April, sunshine half, half shower.