No longer deckt in jewels rare, Oh NANCY! when thou 'rt far away, Extremes of hardship learn to bear, Where thou wert fairest of the fair? Oh NANCY! canst thou love so true Through perils keen with me to go, And, when thy swain mishap shall rue, To share with him the pang of woe? Say should disease or pain befall, Wilt thou assume the nurse's care, Nor wistful those gay scenes recall Where thou wert fairest of the fair? And when at last thy love shall die, اير Wilt thou receive his parting breath? Wilt thou repress each struggling sigh, And cheer with smiles the bed of death? And wilt thou o'er his breathless clay Strew flowers, and drop the tender tear; Nor then regret those scenes so gay, Where thou wert fairest of the fair? In vain, fond youth, thy tears give o'er; Suppress those sighs, and weep no more; Should heaven and earth with thee combine, 'T were all in vain; since any pow'r, To crown thy love, must alter mine. But, if revenge can ease thy pain, And all that I inflict, endure. THE THE wretch O let me never know O say not, with the voice of scorn, The lilies of thy neck are fled, Thine eyes their vanish'd radiance mourn, Too cruel youth! with tears I own Yet, tho' thine eyes no longer trace WOLCOTT, THE PARTING, LAURA, thy sighs must now no more Nor dare I hang thy sorrows o'er, My heart speaks no adieu. Thee would I bid to check those sighs, If thine were heard alone; One last, long kiss-and then we part- I cannot aid thy breaking heart, For mine is breaking too. W. SMYTH. OH! Henry, sure by every art I school my mind to bear its trial; The parting task-to fly from sorrow, And trust the hope that gilds the morrow. I trust it now-my heart is gay, I feel the aid of calmer reason; Oh! come it will, the lingering day, When love and bliss shall have their season, The perils that my soldier try Shall but the more his worth discover; And fame shall sound his praise on high, My hero brave-my life-my lover. My Henry shall with peace return, And war no more our hearts shall sever; And bright this happy hearth shall burn, And smiles and joys be ours for ever. Ok! |