T morn, beside yon summer sea,
Young Hope and Love reclined;

But scarce had noon-tide come, when he
Into his bark leap'd smilingly,

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,
Believed he'd come again.

She linger'd there till evening's beam
Along the waters lay;

And o'er the sands, in thoughtful dream,
Oft traced his name, which still the stream
As often wash'd away.

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
Her night-lamp o'er the sea:
And calm the light that lamp bestow'd ;
But Love had lights that warmer glow'd,
And where, alas! was he?

Now fast around the sea and shore

Night threw her darkling chain ;

The sunny sails were seen no more,
Hope's morning dreams of bliss were o'er,-
Love never came again.


HAT life like that of the bard can be,-
The wandering bard, who roams as free
As the mountain lark that o'er him sings,
And, like that lark, a music brings
Within him, where'er he comes or goes,—
A fount that for ever flows!

The world's to him like some play-ground,
Where fairies dance their moonlight round :-
If dimm'd the turf where late they trod,
The elves but seek some greener

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.---
Would ye have smiles that ne'er grow dim?

You've only to give them all to him,
Who, with but a touch of Fancy's wand,

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
To light upon earth and find such cheer
As brightens our banquet here.

No matter how far, how fleet he flies,
You've only to light up kind young eyes,
Such signal-fires as here are given,-
And down he'll drop from Fancy's heaven,
The minute such call to love or mirth
Proclaims he's wanting on earth!




O, then-'tis vain to hover

Thus round a hope that's dead;
At length my dream is over;

'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,
Perhaps more bless'd will be.

Farewell, sweet eyes, whose brightness
New life around me shed;
Farewell, false heart, whose lightness
Now leaves me death instead.
Go, now, those charms surrender
To some new lover's sigh-
One who, though far less tender,
May be more bless'd than I.

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