SMILE O'ER THEM ALL. We breath'd (when childhood's moody wiles Yet fond remembrance paints anew On the heart's beating chords;-where placed, 209 SMILE O'ER THEM ALL. IF to grieve be a folly, then smile if you can; Though the ills of the world like mists hover round thee, Smile o'er them all. Smile if thou can, though thy eye's glaz'd and hollow, Smile though the world wide,-all should deride thee; Thy bosom's thy own, then rebel should it chide thee; Smile, though despair strew the path-way before thee, Where ruin unfurls his pale banner o'er thee: Smile o'er them all! Thy smile may recall lingering hope in her flight, Thus the Muse bade me sing, saying hope is asleep, ARABELLA. Extinctam, omnes crudeli funere, Arabellam, SAD the mourners pace before, Memento Mori's, fraught with woe; Yon minute mourning-bell tolls loud; Its warning, thrilling knell, I know, Who mark death's pageant passing slow. ARABELLA. Her weeping mother sees the bier, Borne slowly through the inquiring throng; These wailings and that heart-wrung tear, Will rankle in her bosom long. Her gray-hair'd father bears the pall, Her youthful lover swells the train;— The grave receives this opening flower, The pall's remov'd, the gilded plate Dead Arabella! age, and date, Now greets the tell-tale eye of fame. We thought thee older than thou seem'd, When Heaven reclaim'd thee as its own: "Etatis Seventeen!"-we deem'd Thy teens were o'er, thy girlhood gone. 211 Thy maiden mind was premature,— The sexton as he clamp'd the sod, On thy bone-mingled bed of earth, But carelessly some ditty sang, As with his spade he smooth'd the dust; Perhaps, love never lent his pang To this rude misanthropist. At pleasure now the tempest roars, Sun, wind, or rain, she heeds them not,— To heaven the maiden's soul has fled, While the mortal part, by man forgot, Lies mingling with its kindred dead. Such is the tale, my brother worm! And keenly felt; still no reform, Till death's mandates above thee lower. SWEET! COME AWAY MY DARLING. 213 SWEET! COME AWAY MY DARLING. SWEET! come away my darling, And range Rowallan glens with me; Lies blooming all before thee; Full many a dainty garland. Sweet! come away my darling, Rowallan woods through summer's reign, Ne'er smiled upon a blossom, So peerless as the Lady Jane;— Yon water-lily's bosom, Like thine's, pure without a stain, As her snowy-cups repose them, Young Fairlie and his darling, They wander'd down the greenwood's dell, Where fluttering round his fond heart, That intervening strives to part Young Fairlie and his darling. The above was suggested, after reading the following sentence in the history and descent of the house of Rowallan: "Tradition still points out the spot where Fairlie was married to the heiress |