Thou bring'st from rock and wave, O soft star of the west, No bowery roof is mine, No hearth of love and rest, O soft star of the west, Thou'rt guiding all things home, Shine from thy rosy heaven, O soft star of the west! Blessed star! THE MEETING OF THE SHIPS. "We take each other by the hand, and we exchange a few words and looks of kindness, and we rejoice together for a few short moments; and then days, months, years intervene, and we see and know nothing of each other."-Washington Irving. Two barks met on the deep mid-sea, And voices of the fair and brave Moonlight on that lone Indian main While dancing step, and festive strain And hands were link'd, and answering eyes With kindly meaning shone; Oh! brief and passing sympathies, Like leaves together blown. COME AWAY.-ETC. A little while such joy was cast Till the loud singing winds at last And proudly, freely on their way And thus bright spirits mingle here. COME AWAY. COME away!-the child where flowers are springing, Bounding on, with sunny lands before him, Slowly, sadly, heavy change is falling Come away!-the heart, at last forsaken, In the light leaves, in the reed's faint sighing, FAIR HELEN OF KIRCONNEL. 417 'Fair Helen of Kirconnel," as she is called in the Scottish Minstrelsy, throwing herself between her betrothed lover and a rival by whom his life was assailed, received a mortal wound, and died in the arms of the former.] HOLD me upon thy faithful heart, 'Tis early, early to depart, Look on ine still-let that kind eye For thee, my own! thy stately head Give tears when with me love hath fled, Oh the free streams look'd bright, where'er And the blue skies were very fair- Farewell! I bless thee-live thou on, When this young heart is low! Surely my blood thy life hath wonClasp me once more-I go ! MUSIC FROM SHORE. A SOUND comes on the rising breeze, From land, from sunny land it comes, Why should its faint and passing sigh Yet blessing, blessing on the spot Kind hearts, although they know me not, And blessing, from the bark that roams To those that far in happy homes Give sweet sounds to the breeze! LOOK ON ME WITH THY CLOUDLESS EYES. LOOK on me with thy cloudless eyes, Truth in their dark transparence lies; IF THOU HAST CRUSH'D A FLOWER. Their sweetness gives me back the tears, My gentle child! The spirit of my infant prayer Shines in the depths of quiet there; My gentle child! Oh! heaven is with thee in thy dreams, IF THOU HAST CRUSH'D A FLOWER. "O cast thou not Affection from thee! In this bitter world If thou hast crush'd a flower, The root may not be blighted; If thou hast quench'd a lamp, Once more it may be lighted: But on thy harp or on thy lute, The string which thou hast broken, Shall never in sweet sound again Give to thy touch a token! If thou hast loosed a bird Whose voice of song could cheer thee, Still, still he may be won From the skies to warble near thee: But if upon the troubled sea Thou hast thrown a gem unheeded, Hope not that wind or wave will bring If thou hast bruised a vine, The summer's breath is healing, And its clusters yet may glow Through the leaves their bloom revealing: But if thou hast a cup o'erthrown With a bright draught fill'd-oh! never Shall earth give back that lavish'd wealth To cool thy parch'd lip's fever! The heart is like that cup, If thou waste the love it bore thee; And like that jewel gone, Which the deep will not restore thee; 413 And like that string of harp or lute BRIGHTLY HAST THOU FLED. BRIGHTLY, brightly hast thou fled, With thy young thoughts pure from spot, Ne'er by sorrow to be wet, Calmly smiles thy pale cheek yet, Lilies ne'er by tempest blown, White rose which no stain hath known, So we give thee to the earth, And the primrose shall have birth Thou, that like a dewdrop borne On a sudden breeze of morn, THE BED OF HEATH. SOLDIER, awake! the night is past; Arm, thou bold and strong! And thou hast slumber'd long. "Brother, on the heathery lea Brother, this is death! "Call me not when bugles sound, Call me not when wine flows round; Name me but amidst the brave; Give me but a soldier's grave— But my bed of heath!" |