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SONG OF PITCAIRN'S ISLAND.
And we will kiss his young blue eyes,
And thou, while stammering I repeat,
Thou cam'st to woo me to be thine
I knew thy meaning-thou didst praise
I'm glad to see our infant wear
Thy soft blue eyes and sunny hair,
By his soft brow, and blooming cheek
Come, talk of Europe's maids with me,
Outshine the beauty of the sea,
White foam, and crimson shell.
I'll shape like theirs my simple dress,
Come, for the soft, low sunlight calls;
The God who gave to thee and me
WILLIAM C. BRYANT.
If Thou wert by my side.
F thou wert by my side, my love,
How fast would evening fail
In green Bengala's palmy grove
if thou, my love, wert by my side,
How gayly would our pinnace glide
I miss thee at the dawning gray,
I miss thee when by Gunga's stream
But most beneath the lamp's pale beam
I spread my books, my pencil try,
THE SOLDIER'S DREAM.
But when of morn or eve the star
I feel, though thou art distant far,
Then on! then on! where duty leads,
O'er broad Hindostan's sultry meads,
That course, nor Delhi's kingly gates,
For sweet the bliss us both awaits
Thy towers, Bombay, gleam bright, they say,
But ne'er were hearts so light and gay
As then shall meet in thee!
The Soldier's Dream.
OUR bugles sang truce; for the night-cloud had lowered,
And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky;
And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered-
When reposing that night on my pallet of straw,
By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slain,
Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array
I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft
In life's morning march, when my bosom was young; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft,
And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore
And my wife sobbed aloud in her fullness of heart.
Stay, stay with us!-rest; thou art weary and worn!-
But sorrow returned with the dawning of morn,
Stanzas to Augusta.
HOUGH the day of my destiny's over,
And the star of my fate hath declined,
Thy soft heart refused to discover
The faults which so many could find;
Though thy soul with my grief was acquainted,
And the love which my spirit hath painted
Then when nature around me is smiling,
Because it reminds me of thine;
And when winds are at war with the ocean,
If their billows excite an emotion,
STANZAS TO AUGUSTA.
Though the rock of my last hope is shivered,
They may crush, but they shall not contemn-
Though human, thou didst not deceive me,
Though slandered, thou never couldst shake.
Yet I blame not the world, nor despise it,
From the wreck of the past which hath perished
It hath taught me that what I most cherished
In the desert a fountain is springing,
In the wild waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing, Which speaks to my spirit of thee.