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THEY MAY RAIL AT THIS LIFE.
Air-Noch bonin shin doe.
They may rail at this life—from the hour 1
began it, I've found it a life full of kindness and bliss; And until they can shew me some happier planet, More social and bright, I'll content me with
this. As long as the world has such eloquent eyes,
As before me this moment enraptured 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 minute 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 enamour'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.
In that star of the west, by whose shadowy
splendour, · At twilight so often we've roam'd through the . dew, . There are maidens, perhaps, who have bosoms
as tender And look, in their twilights?, as lovely as you. But, though they were even more bright than the
1 Tous les habitans de Mercure sont vifs.
Pluralité des Mondes. ? La Terre pourra être pour Venus l'etoile du berger et la mere des amours, comme Venus l'est pour nous.—Ibid.
queen Of that isle they inhabit in heaven's blue sea, As I never these fair young celestials have seen, Why,—this earth is the planet for you, love,
As for those chilly orbs on the verge of creation, Where sunshine and smiles must be equally
rare, Did they want a supply of cold hearts for that
station, Heav'n knows, we have plenty on earth we
could spare. Oh think what a world we should have of, it here,
If the haters of peace, of affection, and glee, Were to fly up to Saturn's comfortless sphere, And leave earth to such spirits as you, love,
OH, FOR THE SWORDS OF FORMER TIME!
Oh, for the swords of former time!
Oh, for the men who bore them, When, arm'd for right, they stood sublime,
And tyrants crouch'd before them!
With honours to enslave bim,
Oh, for the swords of former time! &c.
Oh, for the kings who flourish'd then!
Oh, for the pomp that crown'd them, When hearts and hands of freeborn men
Were all the ramparts round them!