MY SOUL IS DARK. I. MY SOUL IS DARK-Oh! quickly string The harp I yet can brook to hear; And let thy gentle fingers fling Its melting murmurs o'er mine ear. If in this heart a hope be dear, That sound shall charm it forth again; If in these eyes there lurk a tear, "Twill flow, and cease to burn my brain : II. But bid the strain be wild and deep, For it hath been by sorrow nurst, And break at once-or yield to song. I SAW THEE WEEP. I. I SAW THEE WEEP-the big bright tear Came o'er that eye of blue; And then methought it did appear I saw thee smile-the sapphire's blaze Beside thee ceased to shine; It could not match the living rays That fill'd that glance of thine. II. As clouds from yonder sun receive A deep and mellow dye, Which scarce the shade of coming eve Can banish from the sky, Those smiles unto the moodiest mind Their own pure joy impart; Their sunshine leaves a glow behind That lightens o'er the heart. THY DAYS ARE DONE. I. THY DAYS ARE DONE, thy fame begun; Thy country's strains record The triumphs of her chosen Son, The slaughters of his sword! The deeds he did, the fields he won, The freedom he restored! II. Though thou art fall'n, while we are free Thou shalt not taste of death! The generous blood that flowed from thee Disdain'd to sink beneath : Within our veins its currents be, Thy spirit on our breath! |