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Where all looks flow'ry, wildand sweet,
To live and die in scenes like this,
With some we've left behind us!
As trav❜llers oft look back at eve,
To gloom hath near consign'd us,
IN THE MORNING OF LIFE.
AIR-The Little Harvest Rose.
IN the morning of life, when its cares are un
And its pleasures in all their new lustre begin,
When we live in a bright beaming world of our
And the light that surrounds us is all from within ;
Oh! 'tis not believe me, in that happy time
We can love, as in hours of less transport we
Of our smiles, of our hopes, 'tis the gay sunny prime,
But affection is warmest when these fade
When we see the first charm of our youth pass us
Like a leaf on the stream, that will never re
When our cup, which had sparkled with pleasure so high,
Now tastes of the other, the dark-flowing urn; Then, then is the moment affection can sway
With a depth and a tenderness joy never knew ;
Love, nursed among pleasures, is faithless as they, But the love, born of Sorrow, like Sorrow is true!
Un climes full of sunshine, though splendid their
Yet faint is the odour the flow'rs shed about;
"Tis the clouds and the mist of our own weeping
That call their full spirit of fragrancy out.
So the wild glow of passion may kindle from mirth,
But 'tis only in grief true affection appears; To the magic of smiles it may first owe its birth, But the soul of its sweetness is drawn out by tears!
WHEN COLD IN THE EARTH.
WHEN cold in the earth lies the friend thou hast
Be his faults and his follies forgot by thee then;
Our right to this fine air (the «Lochaber» of the Scotch) will, 1 fear, be disputed; but, as it has been long connected with Irish words, and is confidently claimed for us by Mr. Bunting and others, I thought I should not be authorized in leaving it out of this collection.
Or, if from their slumber the veil be removed,
From the path-ways of light he was tempted
Be it bliss to remember that thou wert the star That arose on his darkness, and guided him home.
From thee and thy innocent beauty first came The reavelings, that taught him true love to adore,
To feel the bright presence, and turn him with shame
From the idols he darkly had knelt to before. O'er the waves of a life, long benighted and
Thou cam'st like a soft golden calm o'er the
And, if happiness purely and glowingly smiled. On his ev'ning horizon, the light was from thee.
And though sometimes the shade of past folly would rise,
And though falsehood again would allure him
He but turn'd to the glory that dwelt in those
And the folly, the falsehood soon vanish'd away. As the Priests of the Sun when their altar grew dim,
As the day-beam alone could its lustre repair, So, if virtue a moment grew languid in him, He but flew to that smile, and rekindled it there!
REMEMBER thee! yes, while there's life in this heart;
It snall never forget thee, all lorn as thou art; More dear in thy sorrow, thy gloom and thy
Than the rest of the world in their sunniest hours
Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious, and free,
First flower of the earth, and first gem of the