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When sets the sun on Afric's shore,
And so should life at once be o'er,
When Love withdraws his light.
Oh! yes, that time, that dreary time,
O'er all the fields of youth's sweet prime,
MY HARP HAS ONE UNCHANGING THEME.
My harp has one unchanging theme,
To wake the breathing string,
That voice of other times is there,
Breathe on, breathe on, thou languid strain,
Though thou art oft so full of pain,
OH! NO, NOT E'EN WHEN FIRST WE LOVED.
OH! no, not e'en when first we loved,
Has since been turn'd to Reason's vow,
Although my heart, in earlier youth,
Much more than it has lost in fire.
The flame now warms my inmost core, That then but sparkled o'er my brow;
And though I seem'd to love thee more, Yet, oh! I love thee better now.
PEACE BE AROUND THEE.
PEACE be around thee, wherever thou rovest!
And all that thou wishest, and all that thou lo
Come smiling around thy sunny way!
Time, who sheds his blight o'er all,
They shall not crush one flow'r beneath!
As half in shade, and half in sun,
This world along its path advances,
May that side the sun's upon,
Be all that shall ever meet thy glances !
COMMON SENSE AND GENIUS.
WHILE I TOUCH THE STRING.
WHILE I touch the string,
Has, for once, a moral!
Common Sense went on,
One his eye ne'er raised
From the path before him;
On each night cloud o'er him
So they came at last, To a shady river;
Common Sense soon pass'd
While the boy, whose look
How the wise one smiled, When safe o'er the torrent, At that youth, so wild, Dripping from the current.
Sense went home to-bed,Genius left : shiver
On the bank, ('tis said, Died) of that cold river!
While I touch the string, etc.