As gave to objects, late so bright, Binding together earth and sky. In fulness finds its worst alloy, And half a bliss, but hoped or guess'd, Like that Imagination throws ;- Ev'n from a bright reality, And turning inly, feels and thinks Far heav'nlier things than e'er will be. GAZEL. ASTE, Maami, the spring is nigh; Can see the blush of future bowers; The streamlet frozen on its way, To feed the marble Founts of Kings, Now, loosen'd by the vernal ray, Upon its path exulting springs As doth this bounding heart to thee, Such bright hours were not made to stay ; Enough if they a while remain, Like Irem's bowers, that fade away, From time to time, and come again, And life shall all one Irem be O haste for this impatient heart Chor.-A Lottery, a Lottery, In Cupid's Court there used to be; Two roguish eyes The highest prize In Cupid's scheming Lottery. SHOULD THOSE FOND HOPES. HOULD those fond hopes e'er forsake thee, Should the From all thy visions of youth and joy; gay friends, for whom thou wouldst banish Him who once thought thy young heart his own, All, like spring birds, falsely vanish, And leave thy winter unheeded and lone; Oh! 'tis then that he thou hast slighted Would come to cheer thee, when all seem'd o'er; Then the truant, lost and blighted, Would to his bosom be taken once more. Like that dear bird we both can remember, On our threshold a welcome still found. WHEN LOVE, WHO RULED. PHEN Love, who ruled as Admiral o'er "A chase, a chase! my Cupids all," Aloft the winged sailors sprung, And, swarming up the mast like bees, The snow-white sails expanding flung, Like broad magnolias to the breeze. "Yo ho! yo ho! my Cupids all!" Said Love, the little Admiral. The chase was o'er-the bark was caught, Safe stow'd in many a package there, Love's Custom-House forbids to pass. "O'erhaul, o'erhaul! my Cupids all!" Said Love, the little Admiral. False curls they found, of every hue, With rosy blushes ready made; And teeth of ivory, good as new, For veterans in the smiling trade. |