Carey. THIS IS LOVE. To sigh for hours at beauty's feet, And brighter eyes, and then forsake, To seek one form in early youth, To court no gaze, no vow beside, To hold through life a holy truth, Which firmest proves when deepest tried, And, like the diamond's sparkling light, Can halls and palaces illame; Yet shines more cheering and more bright In scenes of darkness and of gloom: This faith descends from realms above,— This, this is Woman's changeless love! As ye sweep through the deep, Britannia needs no bulwark, No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain waves, With thunders form her native oak, As they roar on the shore, When the stormy tempests blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy tempests blow. The meteor flag of England Till danger's troubled night depart, When the storm has ceased to blow; 26 HOHENLINDEN. On Linden, when the sun was low, But Linden saw another sight, By torch and trumpet fast arrayed, Then shook the hills with thunder riven, But redder yet that light shall glow, |