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LOVE AND HOPE.
T morn, beside yon summer sea,
But scarce had noon-tide come, when he
And left poor Hope behind.
"I go," said Love," to sail awhile Across this sunny main ;"
And then so sweet his parting smile,
That Hope, who never dreamt of guile,
She linger'd there till evening's beam
And o'er the sands, in thoughtful dream,
At length a sail appears in sight,
And tow'rd the maiden moves!
"Tis Wealth that comes, and gay and bright His golden bark reflects the light; But ah! it is not Love's.
Another sail-'twas Friendship show'd
Now fast around the sea and shore
Night threw her darkling chain ;
The sunny sails were seen no more,
THE WANDERING BARD.
HAT life like that of the bard can be,-
The world's to him like some play-ground,
So, when less bright his scene of glee,
To another away flies he!
Oh, what would have been young Beauty's doom,
Without a bard to fix her bloom?
They tell us, in the moon's bright round,
Things lost in this dark world are found;
So charms, on earth long pass'd and gone,
In the poet's lay live on.---
You've only to give them all to him,
Can lend them life, this life beyond,
And fix them high, in Poesy's sky,
Young stars that never die!
Then, welcome the bard where'er he comes,
For, though he hath countless airy homes.
To which his wing excursive roves,
Yet still, from time to time, he loves
No matter how far, how fleet he flies,
GO, THEN 'TIS VAIN.
O, then-'tis vain to hover
Thus round a hope that's dead;
'Twas sweet-'t was false-'tis fled! Farewell! since nought it moves thee, Such truth as mine to see
Some one, who far less loves thee,
Farewell, sweet eyes, whose brightness