One fatal remembrance, one sorrow that throws Oh! this thought in the midst of enjoyment will stay, Like a dead, leafless branch in the summer's bright ray; The beams of the warm sun play round it in vain, It may smile in his light, but it blooms not again. COME O'ER THE SEA. OME o'er the sea, Maiden, with me, Mine through sunshine, storm, and snows; Seasons may roll, But the true soul Burns the same, where'er it goes. Let fate frown on, so we love and part not; "Tis life where thou art, 'tis death where thouʼrt not. Then come o'er the sea, Maiden, with me, Come wherever the wild wind blows; Seasons may roll, But the true soul Burns the same where'er it goes. Was not the sea Made for the Free, Land for courts and chains alone? Here we are slaves, But, on the waves, Love and Liberty's all our own; No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us, Maiden, with me, Mine through sunshine, storm, and snows; But the true soul Burns the same, where'er it goes. COME, REST IN THIS BOSOM. OME, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here; Here still is the smile that no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last. Oh! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art. Thou hast call'd me thy Angel in moments of bliss, And thy Angel I'll be, 'mid the horrors of this,Through the furnace, unshrinking, thy steps to pursue, And shield thee, and save thee,—or perish there too! THE TIME I'VE LOST IN WOOING. HE time I've lost in wooing, In watching and pursuing The light, that lies In woman's eyes, Has been my heart's undoing. Though Wisdom oft has sought me, My only books Were woman's looks, And folly's all they've taught me. Her smile when Beauty granted, I hung with gaze enchanted, Whom maids by night Qft meet in glen that's haunted. But while her eyes were on me, If once their ray Was turn'd away, Oh! winds could not outrun me. |