i But clear up that heaven of your brow, ΤΟ REMEMBER him thou leavest behind, Oh! I had long in freedom roved, Beguiled me only while she warmed; If I had still in freedom roved, Then all the pain which lovers feel Had never to my heart been known; Than passion's wildest ecstasy! In which my soul is prisoned now, For the most light and winged heart That wantons on the passing vow. Still, my beloved! still keep in mind, However far removed from me, That there is one thou leavest behind, Whose heart respires for only thee! And though ungenial ties have bound Thy fate unto another's care; That arm, which clasps thy bosom round, Cannot confine the heart that's there. No, no! that heart is only mine By ties all other ties above, For I have wed it at a shrine Where we have had no priest but Love! SONG. FLY from the world, O Bessy! to me, When your lip has met mine, in abandonment sweet, Have we felt as if Heaven denied them to meet?— So innocent, love, is the pleasure we sip, That I wish all my errors were lodged on your lip, And I'd kiss them away in a minute! Then come to your lover, oh! fly to his shed, And when o'er our pillow the tempest is driven, I'll tell thee, it is not the chiding of Heaven, And oh when we lie on our death-bed, my love, A sigh from my Bessy shall plead then above, And each to the other embracing will say, 66 Farewell! let us hope we're forgiven!" Thy last fading glance will illumine the way, SONG. THINK on that look of humid ray Think, think on every smile and glance, For sure if Heaven's decrees be done, SONG. WHERE is the nymph whose azure eye Was that her footstep on the hill- Come to me, love, I've wandered far, SONG. WHEN Time, who steals our years away, Shall steal our pleasures too, The memory of the past will stay, And half our joys renew. Then, Chloe, when thy beauty's flower Then talk no more of future gloom; Come, Chloe, fill the genial bowl, And as thy lips the tear-drop chase Then fill the bowl-away with gloom! For hope shall brighten days to come, But mark, at thought of future years My Chloe drops her timid tears, How like this bowl of wine, my fair, Though tears may sometimes mingle there, Then fill the bowl-away with gloom! Our joys shall always last; For hope will brighten days to come, THE SHRINE. TO. My fates had destined me to rove I now have reached THE SHRINE at last! REUBEN AND ROSE. A TALE OF ROMANCE. THE darkness which hung upon Willumberg's walls And it seemed as shut out from the regions of day ; Though the valleys were brightened by many a beam, "Oh! when shall this horrible darkness disperse?" "It can never dispel," said the wizard of verse, "Till the bright star of chivalry's sunk in the wave!" And who was the bright star of chivalry then? Who could be but Reuben, the flower of the age? For Reuben was first in the combat of men, Though Youth had scarce written his name on her page. For Willumberg's daughter his bosom had beat, For Rose, who was bright as the spirit of dawn, Must Rose, then, from Reuben so fatally sever? She flew to the wizard-" And tell me, oh tell! Of the mouldering abbey, your Reuben shall rise!" Her hero could smile at the terrors of death, When he felt that he died for the sire of his Rose; How strangely the order of destiny falls!— Not long in the waters the warrior lay, All, all but the soul of the maid was in light, There sorrow and terror lay gloomy and blank : Two days did she wander, and all the long night, In quest of her love, on the wide river's bank. Oft, oft did she pause for the toll of the bell, And she heard but the breathings of night in the air, Long, long did she gaze on the watery swell, And she saw but the foam of the white billow there. And often as midnight its veil would undraw, And she looked at the light of the moon in the stream, She thought 'twas his helmet of silver she saw, As the curl of the surge glittered high in the beam. And now the third night was begemming the sky, There wept till the tear almost froze in her eye, When, hark!-'twas the bell that came deep in the wind! She startled, and saw, through the glimmering shade, She knew 'twas her love, though his cheek was decayed, |