..^^ ,^ -J/v , "^ -^A v^^ ,0o ' .0 -^^^^ •^^^v ." ..V OO^ Tr#^'^ ,1 '^-^^-^^ " ^■ Oo. A' .,. 7 ;-f> '/. tf 1 1 " o^ -^^ X'' ■<^ .^^' ■ ^^"^ ^^ ■>'' ■^ •0^ X .0 c> : /»7,\-^ x^V„, %-'< <.^- ./■% "'-V\o-/V ,9' V %%'^-: .x^'' % ,0 o^ H -71. .^^' ,.^^'%'. .V ,#' SONGS AND BALLADS GEORGE P. MORRIS. First Complete Edition. NEW-YORK : CADY k BURGESS, 60 JOHN-STREET. 1852. T^2.t S3 ^Vr.. Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the 3^ear 1845, BY GEORGE P. MORRIS, lu the Clerk's office of the District Court for the SoutJierH District of New-York. JAMES EWING COOLEY, Esquire, THESE PAGES ARE RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED, WITH THE ESTEEM AND FRIENDSHIP THE AUTHOR. CONTENTS Dedication 15 MELODIES. The Rock of the Pilgrims 17 Woodman, spare that tree 18 Oh, boatman haste 19 Near the Lake 21 The Pastor's Daughter 22 I love the night 24 The Miniature 25 O'er the mountains 26 The main-truck, or a leap for life 27 Land-ho 29 The Land of Washington 31 Life in the West 32 The Cot near the Wood 33 The Sword and the Staflf 35 Xll CONTENTS. We were boys together 36 Where Hudson's wave 37 My Mother's Bible 38 The Ball-room Belle 40 Margaretta 41 Love thee, dearest .... ... 43 The Colonel 44 The May-Q,ueen 46 Westward-ho 47 Janet McRea 48 The Suitors 50 Open thy lattice, Love 51 Rosabel .52 Wearies my love of my Letters • .... 54 When other Friends are round thee .... 56 The Exile to his Sister 57 She loved him 58 The Sweep's Carol 59 Silent Grief 61 My woodland Bride C2 The Retort 63 The Lessons of Love 64 Oh, think of me G5 The Star of Love 66 Oh, would that she were here . . , , , 67 CONTENTS. The Cioton Ode 69 I never have been false to thee 72 My Bark is out upon the Sea 73 National Anthem 74 ' Love, honour and obey 76 VVell-a-day 77 The Chieftain's Daughter 78 Venetian Serenade 79 Will nobody marry me 80 Sally St. Clair 82 Au Revoir 83 The Carrier Dove 84 Not married yet 85 The Beam of Devotion 87 Lady of England 83 Twenty years ago 89 The Evergreen 90 The Baf is now dawning, Love 91 Star-light Recollections 92 Oh, this Love 94 Indian Songs - 95 The Heart that owns thy tyrant sway .... 96 The Prairie on Fire 97 One balmy Summer-night, 3Iary 99 The Welcome and Farewell . .... 101 XIV CONTENTS. The Days that are gone 102 'Tis now the promised hour 103 Home from Travel 104 DcssyBell 106 SONGS AND DUETS. The Gentle Bird .111 When I behold Ill All should wed alone for love 112 'Tis a Soldier's rigid duty 113 The Land of the Heart 114 Love is not a Garden Flower 115 The King, the Princes ... ... 116 The Midnight Bell .117 Sway'd by Smiles from Thee 118 The Perfection of Reason ^ 119 Notes 121 ffiEttj THE ROCK OF THE PILGRIMS. A ROCK in the wilderness welcomed our sires, From bondage far over the dark-rolling sea ; On that holy altar they kindled the fires, Jehovah, which glow in our bosoms for thee. Thy blessings descended in sunshine and shower, . Or rose from the soil that was sown by thy hand ; The mountain and valley rejoiced in thy power. And heaven encircled and smiled on the land The Pilgrims of old an example have given Of mild resignation, devotion, and love Which beams like the star in the blue vault of heaven , A beacon-light hung in their mansion above. In church and cathedral we kneel in our prayer — Their temple and chapel were valley and hill — But God is the same in the aisle or the air, And He is the Rock that we lean upon still. 18 morris's melodies. WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE! (a.) Woodman, spare that tree ! Touch not a single bough ! In youth it shelter'd me. And I'll protect it now. 'Twas my forefather's hand That placed it near his cot ; There, woodman, let it stand, Thy axe shall harm it not ! That old familiar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea, And wouldst thou hew it down ? Woodman, forbear thy stroke ! Cut not its earth-bound ties ; Oh spare that aged oak, Now towering to the skies i When but an idle boy I sought its grateful shade ; In all their gushing joy Here too my sisters play'd. morris's melodies. 19 My mother kiss'd me here ; My father press'd my hand — Forgive this foolish tear, But let that old oak stand ! My heart-strings round thee cling. Close as thy bark, old friend ! Here shall the wild-bird sing. And still thy branches bend. Old tree ! the storm still brave ! And woodman, leave the spot ; While I've a hand to save, Thy axe shall harm it not. OH, BOATMAN, HASTE. Oh, boatman, haste ! — the twilight hour Is closing gently o'er the lea ! The sun, whose setting shuts the flower, Has looked his last upon the sea ! Oh, row, then, boatman, row ! 20 morris's melodies. Oh, row, then, boatman, row ! Row! Aha! We've moon and star ! And our skiff with the stream is flowing. Heigh-ho ! — ah ! — heigh-ho ! — Echo responds to my sad heigh-ho ! Oh, boatman, haste ! — the sentry calls The midnight hour on yonder shore And silvery sweet the echo falls As music dripping from the oar ! Oh, row, then, boatman, row ! ^ Oh, row, then, boatman, row ! Row ! Afar ! Sail moon and star ! While our skiff with the stream is flowing ! Heigh-ho ! — ah ! — heigh-ho ! — Echo responds to my sad heigh ho ! Oh, boatman, haste ! — the morning beam Glides through the fleecy clouds above So breaks on life's dark murm'ring stream The rosy dawn of woman's love ! morris's melodies. 21 Oh, row, then, boatman, row ! Oh, row, then, boatman, row ! Row ! 'Tis day ! Away — away ! To land with the stream we are flowing, Heigh-ho ! — Dear one — ho ! Beauty responds to my glad heigh-ho ! NEAR THE LAKE. Near the lake where droop'd the willow. Long time ago ! Where the rock threw back the billow. Brighter than snow ; Dwelt a maid beloved and cherish'd. By high and low ; But with autumn's leaf she perish'd, Long time ago ! Rock and tree and flowing water, Long time ago ! 22 morris's melodies. Bee and bird and blossom taught her Love's spell to know ! While to my fond words she listen'd, Murmuring low, Tenderly her dove-eyes glisten'd Long time ago ! Mingled were our hearts forever ! Long time ago ! Can I now forget her ? — Never ! No, lost one, no ! To her grave these tears are given. Ever to flow ; She's the star I miss'd from heaven. Long time ago ! THE PASTOR'S DAUGHTER. An ivy-mantled cottage smiled. Deep-wooded near a streamlet's side. Where dwelt the village pastor's child, In all her maiden bloom and pride. morris's melodies. 23 Proud suitors paid their court and duty To this romantic sylvan beauty : Yet none of all the swains who sought her, Was worthy of the pastor's daughter. The town-gallants cross'd hill and plain, To seek the groves of her retreat. And many follow'd in her train, To lay their riches at her feet. But still, for all their arts so wary, From home they could not lure the fairy. A maid without a heart they thought her, And so they left the pastor's daughter. One balmy eve in dewy spring A bard became her father's guest ; He struck his harp, and every string To love vibrated in her breast. With that true faith which cannot falter. Her hand was given at the altar, And faithful was the heart he brought her To wedlock and the pastor's daughter. How seldom learn the worldly gay, With all their sophistry and art, M O R R I S'S M E LO D The sweet and gentle primrose-way To woman's fond, devoted heart : They seek, but never find, the treasure, Although revealed in jet and azure. To them, like truth in wells of water, A fable is the pastor's daughter. I LOVE THE NIGHT. I LOVE the night when the moon streams bright On flowers that drink the dew. When cascades shout as the stars peep out, From boundless fields of blue ; But dearer far than moon or star, Or flowers of gaudy hue. Or murmuring trills of mountain rills, I love, I love, love — you ! I love to stray at the close of day. Through groves of linden trees. When gushing notes from song-birds' throats, Are vocal in the breeze. morris's melodies. 25 I love the night — the glorious night ! When hearts beat warm and true ; But far above the night I love, I love, I love, love — you ! THE MINIATURE. William was holding in his hand The likeness of his wife — Fresh, as if touch'd by fairy wand, With beauty, grace, and life He almost thought it spoke — he gazed Upon the treasure still ; Absorb'd, delighted and amazed, He viewed the artist's skill. " This picture is yourself, dear Jane ; 'Tis drawn to nature true : I've kissed it o'er and o'er again, It is so much like you." 26 morris's melodies, And has it kiss'd you back, my dear " Why — no — my love," said he. Then, William, it is very clear, *Tis not at all like me /" O'ER THE MOUNTAINS. Some spirit wafts our mountain lay- Hilli ho ! boys, hilli ho ! To distant groves and glens away ! Hilli ho ! boys, hilli ho ! E'en so the tide of empire flows — Ho ! boys, hilli ho ! Rejoicing as it westward flows ! Ho ! boys, hilli ho ! To refresh our weary way. Gush the crystal fountains. As a pilgrim band we stray Cheerly o'er the mountains. Hilli ho ! boys, hilli ho. morris's melodies. 27 The woodland rings with song and shout ! Hilli ho ! boys, hilli ho ! As though a fairy hunt were out ! Hilli ho ! boys, hilli ho ! E'en so the voice of woman cheers — Ho ! boys, hilli ho ! The hearts of hardy mountaineers ! Ho ! boys, hilli ho ! Like the glow of northern skies, Mirror'd in the fountains, Beams the love-light of fond eyes. As we cross the mountains. Hilli ho ! boys, hilli ho ! THE MAIN-TRUCK ; OR A LEAP FOR LIFE.* A NAUTICAL BALLAD. Old Ironsides at anchor lay In the harbour of Mahon ; , A dead calm rested on the bay — The waves to sleep had gone ; * Founded upon a well-known tale from the pen of the latT William Leggett, Esq. 28 morris's mkXiOdies. When little Jack, the captain's son, With gallant hardihood, Climb'd shroud and spar — and then upon The main-truck rose and stood ! A shudder ran through every vein — All eyes were turn'd on high ! There stood the boy, vv^ith dizzy brain. Between the sea and sky ! No hold had he above — below . Alone he stood in air ! At that far height none dared to go — No aid could reach him there. We gazed — but not a man could speak !■ With horror all aghast In groups, with pallid brow and cheek. We watch'd the quivering mast. The atmosphere grew thick and hot. And of a lurid hue, As, riveted unto the spot. Stood officers and crew. The Father came oiv deck ! — He gasp'd, " Oh God ! thy will be done !" morris's melodies. 29 Then suddenly a rifle grasp'd, And aim'd it at his son ! " Jump, far out, boy ! into the wave ! Jump, or I fire !" he said ; " That only chance your life can save ! Jump — jump, boy !" — He obey'd. He sunk — he rose — he lived — he moved — He for the ship struck out ! On board we hail'd the lad beloved, With many a manly shout, His father drew, in silent joy. Those wet arms round his neck, Then folded to his heart the boy, And fainted on the deck. LAND-HO ! C/;?, up with the signal ! — The land is in sight ! We'll be happy, if never again, boys, to-night ! The cold cheerless ocean in safety we've pass'd. And the warm genial earth glads our vision at last. 30 morris's melodies. In the land of the stranger true hearts we shall find, To soothe us in absence of those left behind. Land ! — land-ho ! — All hearts glow with joy at the sight ! We'll be happy, if never again, boys, to-night ! The signal is waving ! — Till morn we'll remain, Then part in the hope to meet one day again Round the hearth-stone of home in the land of our birth. The holiest spot on the face of the earth ! Dear country ! our thoughts are as constant to thee, As the steel to the star, or the stream to the sea. Ho ! — land ho ! — We near it — we bound at the sight ! Then be happy, if never again, boys, to-night I The signal is answered ! — The foam-sparkles rise Like tears from the fountain of joy to the eyes ! May rain-drops that fall from the storm-clouds of care. Melt away in the sun-beaming smiles of the fair ! One health, as chime gayly the nautical bells. To woman — God bless her ! — wherever she dwells ! The Pilot's ox board ! — and, thank Heaven, all' right ! So be happy, if never again, boys to-night \ morris's melodies. 31 THE LAND OF WASHINGTON. I GLORY in the sages, Who in the days of yore, In combat met the foemen, And drove them from our shore; Who flung our banner's starry field In triumph to the breeze, And spread broad maps of cities where Once waved the forest trees. — Hurrah ! — I glory in the spirit Which goaded them to rise And found a mighty nation Beneath the western skies. No clime so bright and beautiful As that where sets the sun; No land so fertile, fair and fre€5^ As that of Washington. — Hurrah ! — 32 morris's melodies. LIFE IN THE WEST. Ho ! brothers, — come hither and list to my story — Merry and brief will the narrative be : Here, like a monarch, I reign in my glory — Master am I, boys, of all that I see. Where once frown'd a forest a garden is smiling — The meadow and moorland are marshes no more And there curls the smoke of my cottage beguiling The children who cluster like grapes at the door Then enter, boys; cheerly, boys, enter and rest: The land of the heart is the land of the west. Oho, boys ! — oho, boys ! — oho! Talk not of the town, boys — give me the broad prairie, Where man like the wind roams impulsive and free ; Behold how its beautiful colours all vary. Like those of the clouds, or the deep rolling sea. A life in the woods, boys, is even as changing ; With proud independence we season our cheer, And those who the world are for happiness ranginer, Won't find it at all, if they don't find it here. morris's melodies. 33 Then enter, boys; cheerly, boys, enter and rest; I'll show you the life, boys, we live in the west. Oho, boys ! — oho, boys ! — oho ! Here, brothers, secure from all turmoil and danger We reap what we sow, for the soil is our own, "We spread hospitality's board for the stranger. And care not a iig for the king on his throne. We never know want, for we live by our labour, And in it contentment and happiness find ; We do what we can for a friend or a neighbour. And die, boys, in peace and good-will to mankind. Then enter, boys; cheerly, boys, enter and rest; You know how we live, boys, and die in the west ! Oho, boys ! — oho, boys ! — oho ! THE COT NEAR THE WOOD. Hard by I've a cottage that stands near the wood — A stream glides in peace at the door — Where all who will tarry, 'tis well understood Receive hospitality's store. 34 morris's melodies. To cheer that the brook and the thicket affordj The stranger we ever invite : You're welcome to freely partake at the board, And afterwards rest for the ni^ht. The birds in the morning will sing from the trees And herald the young god of day, Then, with him uprising, depart if you please, We'll set you refresh'd on the way : Your coin for our service we sternly reject; No traffic for gain we pursue. And all the reward that we wish or expect, We take in the good that we do. Mankind are all pilgrims on life's weary road. And many would wander astray In seeking Eternity's silent abode, Did Mercy not point out the way ! f all would their duty discharge as they should, To those who are friendless and poor, The world would resemble my cot near the wood, And life the sweet stream at my door. morris's melodies. 35 THE SWORD AND THE STAFF. The sword of the hero ! The staff of the sage ! Whose valour and wisdom Are stamp'd on the age! Time-hallow'd mementos Of those who have riven The sceptre from tyrants, *'The lightning from heaven!" This weapon, oh Freedom ! Was drawn by thy son, And it never was sheath'd Till the battle was won! No stain of dishonour Upon it we see ! *Twas never surrender'd — Except to the free ! While Fame claims the hero And patriot sage. Their names to emblazon On History's page, 36 morris's melodies. No holier relics Will liberty hoard, Than Franklin's staff guarded By Washington's sword. WE WERE BOYS TOGETHER. We were boys together, And never can forget The school-house on the heather, In childhood where we met — The humble home, to memory dear ; Its sorrows and its joys, Where woke the transient smile or tear When you and I were boys. We w^ere youths together, And castles built in air ; Your heart was like a feather. And mine weighed down with care. To you came wealth with manhood's prime, To me it brought alloys morris's melodies. 37 Fore-shadow'd in the primrose time When you and I were boys. We're old men together ; The friends we loved of yore, With leaves of autumn weather, Are gone for evermore. How blest to age the impulse given — The hope time ne'er destroys — Which led our thoughts from earth to heaven, When you and I were boys. WHERE HUDSON'S WAVE. Where Hudson's wave o'er silvery sands Winds through the hills afar, Old Cronest like a monarch stands, Crown'd with a single star ! And there, amid the billowy swells Of rock-ribb'd, cloud-capt earth, My fair and gentle Ida dwells, A nymph of mountain birth. 38 morris's melodies. The snow-flake that the cliff receives. The diamonds of the showers, Spring's tender blossoms, buds and leaves, The sisterhood of flowers, Morn's early beam, eve's balmy breeze, Her purity define ; But Ida's dearer far than these To this fond breast of mine. My heart is on the hills. The shades Of night are on my brow : Ye pleasant haunts and quiet glades. My soul is with you now ! I bless the star-crown'd highlands where My Ida's footsteps roam — Oh ! for a falcon's wing to bear Me onward to my home. MY MOTHER'S BIBLE. This book is all that's left me now !- Tears will unbidden start — morris's melodies. 39 With faltering lip and throbbing brow, I press it to my heart. For many generations past. Here is our family tree ; My mother's hands this Bible clasp'd ; She, dying, gave it me. Ah ! well do I remember those Whose names these records bear : Who round the hearth-stone .used to close After the evening prayer, And speak of what these pages said, In tones my heart would thrill ! Though they are with the silent dead, Here are they living still ! My father read this holy book To brothers, sisters dear ; How calm was my poor mother's look Who lean'd God's word to hear. Her angel face — I see it yet ! What thronging memories come ! Again that little group is met Within the halls of home ! 40 morris's melodies. Thou truest friend man ever knew, Thy constancy I've tried ; Where all were false I found thee true. My counsellor and guide. The mines of earth no treasures give That could this volume buy : In teaching me the way to live, It taught me how to die. THE BALL-ROOM BELLE. The moon and all her starry train Were fading from the morning sky. When home the ball-room belle again Return'd with throbbing pulse and brain, Flush'd cheek, and tearful eye. The plumes that danced above her brow. The gems that sparkled in her zone, The scarf of gold-wove myrtle bough. Were laid aside — they mock'd her now. When desolate and alone. morris's melodies. 41 That night how many hearts she won ! The reigning belle, she could not stir But like the planets round the sun Her suitors foUow'd — all but one ! One, all the world to her. And she had lost him ! — marvel not That lady's eyes with tears were wet ; Though love by man is soon forgot, It never yet was woman's lot To love and to forget. MARGARETTA. When I was in my teens I loved dear Margaretta : I know not what it means, — I cannot now forget her. That vision of the past, My head is ever crazing ; Yet when I saw her last I could not speak for gazing. 42 morris's melodies. Oh, lingering rose of May ! Dear as when first I met her : Worn in my heart ahvay. Life-cherished, Margaretta ! We parted near the stile As morn was faintly breaking, For many a weary mile Oh how my heart was aching I But distance, time, and change Have lost me Margaretta ! And yet 'tis sadly strange That I cannot forget her ! Oh queen of rural maids. Dear dove-eyed Margaretta — The heart the mind upbraids That struggles to forget her I My love, 1 know, will seem A wayward boyish folly ; But, ah ! it was a dream. Most sweet — most melancholy. Were mine the world's domain, To me 'twere fortune better To be a boy again, And dream of Margaretta. morris's melodies. 43 Oh ! memory of the past, Why linger to regret her ? My first love is my last, For that is Maro-aretta. LOVE THEE, DEAREST. Love thee, dearest ? — Hear me ! — Never Will my fond vows be forgot ! May I perish, and forever, When, dear maid, I love thee not ! Then turn not from me, dearest ! — Listen ! Banish all thy doubts and fears ! And let thine eyes with transport glisten ' What hast thou to do with tears ? Dry them, dearest ! — Ah, believe me, Love's bright flame is bvuming still ! Though the hollow world deceive thee, Here's a heart that never will ! 44 morris's melodies Dost thou smile ? — A cloud of sorrow Breaks before Joy's rising sun ! Wilt thou give thy hand ? — To-morrow Hymen, dearest, makes us one ! THE COLONEL. The Colonel ! — such a creature ! I met him at the ball ! Perfect in form and feature. And so divinely tall ! He praised my dimpled cheeks and curls, While whirling through the dance. And matched me with the dark-eyed girls Of Italy and France ? He said, in accents thrilling, " Love's boundless as the sea ! And I, dear maid, am willing To give up all for thee I" I heard him — ^blush'd — " would ask mamma And then my eyes grew dim ! morris's melodies. 4b He look'd — I said, " Mamma — papa— I'll give up all for him !" My governor is rich and old ; This well the colonel knew. " Love's wings," he said, " when fringed with gola, Are beautiful to view !" [ thought his 'haviour quite the ton. Until I saw him stare. When merely told that — brother — John — Papa — would — make — his — heir ! Next day and the day after I dress'd for him in vain — Was moved to tears and laughter — He never came again ! But I have heard, for widow Dash He bought the bridal ring — And he will wed her for her cash- The ugly, hateful thing ! MORRIS'S MELODIES. THE M-4.Y-QUEEN. With flights of singing-birds went by The cheerful hours of girlhood's day, When in my native bowers, Of simple buds and flowers. They wove a crown and hail'd me Queen of May, Like airy sprites the lasses came. Spring's offering at my feet to lay ; The crystal from the fountain, The gi-een bough from the mountain, They brought to cheer and shade the Queen of May Around the May-pole on the green, In fairy rings they tripped away : — All merriment and pleasure. To chords of tuneful measure, They bounded by the happy Queen of May Though years have pass'd, and time has strewn My raven locks with flakes of gray, morris's melodies. 47 Fond memory brings the hours Of buds and blossom-showers, When in girlhood I was crown'd the Queen of May WESTWARD-HO ! Droop not, brothers, , As we go, O'er the mountains, Westward-ho ! Under boughs of mistletoe Log-huts we'll rear. While herds of deer and buffalo Furnish the cheer. File o'er the mountains — steady, boys For game afar We have our rifles ready, boys ! Aha ! Throw care to the winds. Like chaff, boys ! — ha ! And join in the laugh, boys — Hah— hah— hah ! 48 morris's melodies. Cheer up, brothers ! As we go. O'er the mountains, Westward-ho ! When we've wood and prairie-land, Won by our toil. We'll reign like kings in fairy-land, Lords of the soil ! Then westward-ho ! in legions, boys, Fair Freedom's star Points to her sun-set regions, boys ! Aha! Throw care to the winds, Like chaff, boys — ha! And join in t\\e laugh, boys — Hah— hah— hah ! JANET McREA— (6.) She heard the fight was over, And won the wreath of fame ! When tidings from her lover. With his good war-steed came morris's melodies. 49 To guard her safely to his tent, The red-men of the woods were sent. They led her where sweet waters gush Under the pine-tree bough ! The tomahawk is raised to crush — 'Tis buried in her brow ! She sleeps beneath that pine-tree now ! Her broken-hearted lover In hopeless conflict died ! The forest leaves now cover That soldier and his bride ! The frown of the Great Spirit fell Upon the red-men like a spell ! No more those waters slake their thirst, Shadeless to them that tree ! O'er land and lake they roam accurst. And in the clouds they see Thy spirit unavenged, McRea ! 50 morris's melodies. THE SUITORS. Wealth sought the bower of Beauty, Dress'd like a modern beau ; Just then, Love, Health, and Duty- Took up their hats to ^c. Wealth such a cordial .vt- jcome met. As made the others sineve, So Duty shunn'd the gay coquette, Love, pouting, took French leave- He did— Love, pouting, took French leave Old Time, the friend of Duty, Next call'd to see the fair ; He laid his hand on Beauty, And left her in despair. Wealth vanish'd ! — Last went rosy Health- And she was doom'd to prove. That those who Duty slight for Wealth, Can never hope for Love Ah, no — Can never hope for Love. morris's melodies. 51 OPEN THY LATTICE, LOVE. Open thy lattice, love — Listen to me ! The cool balmy breeze Is abroad on the sea ! The moon, like a queen, Roams her realms of blue. And the stars keep their vigils In heaven for you. Ere morn's gushing light Tips the hills w^ith its ray. Away, o'er the waters. Away and away ! Then open thy lattice, love — Listen to me ! While the moon lights the sky. And the winds crisp the sea ! Open thy lattice, love- Listen to me ! In the voyage of life. Love our Pilot will be' 52 morris's melodies, He'll sit at the helm Wherever we rove. And steer by the load-star He kindled above ! His shell for a shallop Will cut the bright spray, Or skim, like a bird, O'er the waters away ! Then open thy lattice, love- Listen to me, While the moon lights the sky, And the winds crisp the sea! ROSABEL. i MISS thee from my side, beloved, I miss thee from my side ; And wearily and drearily Flows Time's resistless tide. The world, and all its fleeting joys- To me ai-e worse than vain, Until I clasp thee to my heart. Beloved one, again. morris's melodies. 53 The wildwood and the forest path, We used to thread of yore, With bird and bee have flown with thee. And gone for evermore ! There is no music in the grove No echo on the hill ; But melancholy boughs are there, And hush'd the whip-poor-will. I miss thee in the town, beloved, I miss thee in the town ; From morn I grieve till dewy eve Spreads wide its mantle brown. My spirit's wings, that once could soar In fancy's world of air, Are crush'd and beaten to the ground By life-corroding care. No more I hear thy thrilling voice Nor see thy winning face. That once would gleam like morning's beam In mental pride and grace : Thy form of matchless symmetry. In sweet perfection cast — It is the star of memory That fades not with the past ?54 morris's melodies. I miss thee every where, beloved, I miss thee everywhere ; Dull night and day wear both away, And leave me in despair. The banquet-hall, the play, the ball. And childhood's gladsome glee. Have lost their charms for me, beloved, My soul is full of thee ! Has Rosabel forgotten me. And love I now in vain ? If that be so, my heart can know On earth no rest again. A sad and weary lot is mine. To love and be forgot, A sad and weary lot, beloved, A sad and weary lot. WEARIES MY LOVE OF MY LETTERS Wearies my love of my letters .-' Does she my silence command ? Sunders she Love's rosy fetters As though they were woven of sand ' morris's melodies. 05 Tires she too of each token Indited with many a sigh ? Are all her promises broken ? And must I love on till I die ? Thinks my dear love that I blame her With what was a burden to part ? Ah, no! — with affection I'll name her While lingers a pulse in my heart. Although she has clouded with sadness. And blighted the bloom of my years, I love her still even to madness, And bless her through showers of tears ' My pen I have laid down in sorrow — The songs of my lute I forego — From neither assistance I'll borrow To utter my heart-seated wo But peace to her bosom, wherever Her thoughts or her footsteps may stray. Memento of mine again never Will shadow the light of her way ! 56 morris's :mel,odie WHEN OTHER FRIENDS ARE ROUND THEE When other friends are round thee, And other hearts are thine, When other bays have crown'd thee, More fresh and green than mine. Then think how sad and lonely This doting heart will be, Which, while it throbs, throbs only. Beloved one, for thee! Yet do not think I doubt thee, I know thy truth remains I would not live without thee. For all the world contains. Thou art the star that guides me Along life's changing sea ; And whate'er fate betides me. This heart still turns to thee. morris's melodies. 57 THE EXILE TO HIS SISTER. As streams at morn, from seas that glide, Rejoicing on their sparkling way. Will turn again at eventide. To mingle with their kindred spray : E'en so the currents of the soul, Dear sister, wheresoe'er we rove. Will backward to our country roll, The boundless ocean of our love. Yon northern star, now burning bright. The guide by which the wave-toss'd steer. Beams not with more unwav'ring light. Than does thy love, my sister dear. From stars above the streams below Receive the glory they impart ; So, sister, do thy virtues glow Within the mirror of my heart 58 morris's melodies. SHE LOVED HIM. She loved him — ^but she heeded not- Her heart had only room for pride ; All other feelings were forgot. When she became another's bride. As from a dream she then awoke, To realize her lonely state. And own it was the vow she broke That made her drear and desolate. She loved him — but the sland'rer came, With words of hate that all believed ; A stain thus rested on his name, But he was wrong'd, and she deceived ! Ah ! rash the act that gave her hand, That drove her lover from her side. Who hied him to a distant land. Where, battling for a name, he died. She loved him — and his memory now Was ti-easured from the world apart morris's melodies. ^'d The calm of thought was on her brow. The seeds of death were in her heart. For all the world that thing forlorn I would not, could not be, and live — That casket with its jewel gone, A bride who has no heart to give. THE SWEEP'S CAROL.* Through the streets of New-York city. Blithely every morn I caroll'd o'er my artless ditty, Cheerly though forlorn ! Before the rosy light, my lay Was to the maids begun, Ere winter snows had pass'd away. Or smiled the summer sun, Carol — — a — y — e — o ! * Written to be sung in character, for the purpose of intro ducing the wild, peculiar, and well-known cry or carol of the sweeps of New- York, 60 morris's melodies. In summer months I'd fondly woo Those merry dark-eyed girls, With faces of the ebon hue, And teeth like eastern pearls. One vow'd my love she would repay — Her heart my song had won. When winter snows had pass'd away. And smiled the summer sun. Carol — — a — y — e — o ! A year, alas ! had scarcely flown, — Hope beam'd but to deceive — Ere I was left to weep alone, From morn till dewy eve ! She died one dreary break of day ! — Grief weighs my heart upon ! — In vain the snows may pass away. Or smile the summer sun. Carol — — a — y — e — o ! morris's melodies, dl SILENT GRIEF. Where is now my peace of mind ? Gone, alas ! for evermore : Turn where'er I may, I find Thorns where roses bloom'd before. O'er the green fields of my soul, Where the springs of joy were found, Now the clouds of sorrow roll. Shading all the prospect round. Do I merit pangs like these, That have cleft my heart in twain I Must I, to the very lees. Drain thy bitter chalice. Pain ! Silent grief all grief excels ; Life and it together part; Like a restless worm it dwells Deep within the human heart ! 62 morris's melodies, MY WOODLAND BRIDE Here upon the mountain side Till now we met together ; Here I won my woodland bride, In flush of summer weather. Green was then the linden bousrh, This dear retreat that shaded ; Autumn winds are round me now. And the leaves have faded. She whose heart was all my own, In this summer bower, With all pleasant things has flown, Sunbeam, bird and flower ! But her memory will stay With me, though we're parted — From the scene I turn away, Lone and broken-hearted ! morris's melodies. 63 THE RETORT. Old Birch, who taught the village school, Wedded a maid of homespun habit ; He was stubborn as a mule, And she was playful as a rabbit. Poor Jane had scarce become a wife, ^ Before her husband sought to make her The pink of country-polish'd life. And prim and formal as a quaker. One day the tutor went abroad, And simple Jenny sadly miss'd him, When he return'd, behind her lord She slily stole and fondly kiss'd him! The husband's anger rose ! — and red And white his face alternate grew ! " Less freedom, ma'am !" Jane sigh'd and said, " Ohi dear ! I didn't know 'twas you '" <5A morris's melodies. THE SEASONS OF LOVE. The spring-time of love Is both happy and gay, For joy sprinkles blossoms And balm in our way ; She sky, earth, and ocean In beauty repose And all the bright future Is couleur de rose. The summer of love Is the bloom of the heart, When hill, grove, and valley Their music impart, And the pure glow of heaven Is seen in fond eyes. As lakes show the rainbow That's hung in the skies The autumn of love Is the season of cheer,- morris's melodies. 65 Life's mild Indian-summer, The smile of the year : Which comes when the golden Ripe harvest is stored, And yields its own blessings — Repose and reward. The winter of love Is the beam that we win While the storm scowls without. From the sunshine within. Love's reign is eternal, The heart is his throne. And he has all seasons Of life for his own. OH, THINK OF ME! Oh, think of me, my own beloved, Whatever cares beset thee ! And when thou hast the falsehood proved, Of those with smiles who met thee : 3 66 morris's melodies. While o'er the sea, think, love, of me, Who never can forget thee ; Let memory trace the trysting-place, Where I with tears regret thee. Bright as yon star, within my mind, A hand unseen hath set thee ; There hath thine image been enshrined, Since first, dear love, I met thee ; So in thy breast I fain would rest. If, haply, fate would let me — And live or die, wert thou but nigh, To love or to regret m.e ! THE STAR OF LOVE. The star of love now shines above. Cool zephyrs crisp the sea ; Among the leaves the wind-harp weaves Its serenade for thee MORRISS MELODIES. 67 The star, the breeze, the wave, the trees. Their minstrelsy unite, But all are drear till thou appear To decorate the night. The light of noon streams from the moon. Though with a milder ray O'er hill and grove, like woman's love. It cheers us on our way. Thus all that's bright, the moon, the night, The heavens, the earth, the sea. Exert their powers to bless the hours We dedicate to thee. OH, WOULD THAT SHE WERE HERE Oh, would that she were here, These hills and dales among, Where vocal groves are gayly mock'd By Echo's airy tongue : 68 morris's melodies. Where jocund Nature smiles In all her boon attire. Amid deep-tangled wiles Of hawthorn and sweet-brier. Oh, would that she were here, That fair and gentle maid, Whose voice is like the low sweet tones Of wind-harps softly, play'd. Oh, would that she were here, Where the free waters leap, Shouting in their joyousness Adown the rocky steep : Where rosy zephyr lingers All the live-long day. With health upon his pinions. And gladness in his way. Oh, would that she were here — For Eden's groves of palm Were not more full of breathing bliss Than these broad shades of balm. Oh, would that she were here, Where glide the pleasant hours. Rife with the song of bee and bird^ The perfume of the flowers : morris's melodies. 69 Where heaven, in boundless love, Has spread its radiant bow, A promise from the world above Unto the world below. Oh, would that she were here — The nymphs of this bright scene, With song and dance and revelry, Would hail the dear one queen. THE CROTON ODE. WRITTEN AT THE REQUEST OF THE CORPORATIOFT OF THE CITY OF NEW-YORK. GirsHiNG from this living fountain. Music pours a falling strain, As the Goddess of the Mountain Comes with all her sparkling train From her grotto-springs advancing. Glittering in her feathery spray, Woodland fays beside her dancing. She pursues her winding way. 70 morris's mklodies. Gently o'er the rippling water, In her coral-shallop bright, Glides the rock-king's dove-eyed daughter, Deck'd in robes of virgin white. Nymphs and naiads, sweetly smiling. Urge her bark with pearly hand. Merrily the sylph beguiling From the nooks of fairy-land. Swimming on the snow-cmi'd billow. See the river spirits fair Lay their cheeks, as on a pillow^, With the foam-beads in their hair. Thus attended, hither wending. Floats the lovely oread now, Eden's arch of promise bending Over her translucent brow. Hail the wanderer from a far land . Bind her flowing tresses up ! Crown her with a fadeless garland, And wuth crystal brim the cup. From her haunts of deep seclusion. Let Intemperance greet her too, And the heat of his delusion Sprinkle with this mountain-dew morris's melodies. 71 Water leaps as if delighted. While her conquer'd foes retire ! Pale Contagion flies affrighted With the batfled demon Fire ! Safety dwells in her dominions, Health and Beauty with her move. And entwine their circling pinions In a sisterhood of love. Water shouts a glad hosanna I Bubbles up the earth to bless ! Cheers it like the precious manna In the barren wilderness. Here we wondering gaze, assembled Like the grateful Hebrew band, When the hidden fountain trembled, And obey'd the Prophet's wand. Round the Aqueducts of story. As the mists of Lethe throng, Croton's waves in all their glory. Troop in melody along. Ever sparkling, bright and single, Will this rock-ribbed stream appear. When Posterity shall mingle Like the gather'd waters here. 72 morris's melodies. I NEVER HAVE BEEN FALSE TO THEE. I NEVER have been false to thee ! The heart I gave thee still is thine ; Though thou hast been untrue to me, And I no more may call thee mine ! I've loved, as woman ever loves. With constant soul in good or ill ; Thou'st proved, as man too often proves, A rover — but I love thee still ! Yet think not that my spirit stoops To bind thee captive in my train ! Love's not a flower, at sunset droops, But smiles when comes her god again ! Thy words, which fall unheeded now, Could once my heart-strings madly thrill 1 Love's golden chain and burning vow Are broken — but I love thee still ! Once what a heaven of bliss was ours. When love dispell'd the clouds of care. morris's melodies, 73 And time went by with birds and flowers, While song and incense fill'd the air ■ The past is mine — the present thine — Should thoughts of me thy future fill, Think what a destiny is mine, To lose — but love thee, false one, still ! MY BARK IS OUT UPON THE SEA. My bark is out upon the sea— The moon's above ; Her light a presence seems to me Like woman's love. My native land I've left behind — Afar I roam ; In other climes no hearts I'll find Like those at home. Of all yon sisterhood of stars. But one is true She lights my path with silver bars. And beams like you. 74 morris's melodies. Whose purity the waves recall In music's flow, As round my bark they rise and fall In liquid snow. The fresh'ning breeze now swells our sails ! A storm is on ! The weary moon's dim lustre fails — The stars are gone. Not so fades love's eternal light When storm-clouds sweep ; I know one heart's with me to-night . Upon the deep. NATIONAL ANTHEM. Freedom spreads her downy wings Over all created things , Glory to the King of kings, Bend low to Him the knee ! — Bring the heart before His throne — morris's melodies. 75 Worship Him and Him alone ! — He's the only King we own — And He has made us free ! The holiest spot a smiling sun E'er shed his genial rays upon. Is that which gave a Washington, The drooping world to cheer ! Sound the clarion peals of fame ! Ye who bear Columbia's name ! — With existence freedom came. It is man's birth-right here ! Heirs of an immortal sire, Let his deeds your hearts inspire ; Weave the strain and wake the lyre Where your proud altars stand Hail with pride and loud hurrahs, Streaming from a thousand spars, Freedom's rainbow-flag of stars, The symbol of our land ! MORRIS'S MELODIES. LOVE, HONOUR AND OBEY. When Love in myrtle shades reposed. His bow and darts behind him slung, As dewy twilight round him closed, Lisette these numbers sung ; " Oh, Love ! thy sylvan bower I'll fly while I've the power; Thy primrose way leads maids where they Love, honour, and obey !" " Escape," the boy-god said, " is vain !" And shook the diamonds from his wings " I'll bind thee captive in my train. Fairest of earthly things !" " Go, lovely archer, go ! I freedom's value know : Then hence away, to none I'll say Love, honour and obey !" " Speed, arrow, to thy mark !" he cried— Swift as a ray of light it flew ! morris's melodies. 77 Love spread his purple pinions wide, And faded from her view I Joy fill'd that maiden's eyes — Twin load-stars from the skies ! — And she did say, on bridal day, " Love, honour and obey !" WELL-A-DAY. Love comes and goes like a spell .' How, no one knows, nor can tell ! Now here — now there — tli^n away ! None dreameth where — Well-a-day ! Love should be true as the star Seen in the blue sky afar ! Now here — now there — like the lay Of lutes in th' air— Well-a-day ! Should love depart — not a tie Binds up the heart till we die ! — Now here — now there — sad we stray.' Life is all care — Well-a-day ! MORRIS'S MELODIES. THE CHIEFTAIN'S DAUGHTER, [r] Upon the barren sand A single captive stood, Around him came with brow and brand, The red-men of the wood. Like him of old, his doom he hears Rock-bound on ocean's rim : — The chieftain's daughter knelt in tears. And breathed a prayer for him Above his head in air, The savage war-club swung, The frantic girl, in wild despair. Her arms about him flung. Then shook the warriors of the shade Like leaves on aspen limb, Subdued by that heroic maid Who breathed a prayer for him " Unbind him !" gasp'd the chief, " Obey your king's decree '" morris's melodies. 79 He kiss'd away her tears of grief, And set the captive free. 'Tis ever thus, w^hen, in life's storm, Hope's star to man grows dim, \n angel kneels in woman's form, And breathes a prayer for him. VENETIAN SERENADE. CoMK, come to me, love Come, love ! — Arise ! And shame the bright stars With the light of thine eyes Look out from thy lattice, Oh lady, appear ! A swan on the water. My gondola's near ' Come, come to me, love ! Come, love ! — My bride ! O'er crystal in moonbeams We'll tranquilly glide: so morris's melodies. In the dip of the oar A melody flows Sweet as the nightingale Sings to the rose. Come, come to me, love! Come, love ! — The day Brings warder and cloister ! Away, then, away ! haste to thy lover ; Not yon star above Is more true to heaven Than he to his love ! WILL NOBODY MARRY ME? Heigh-ho ! for a husband ! — Heigh-ho There's danger in longer delay ! Shall I never again have a beau ? Will nobody marry me, pray ? morris's melodies. 81 I begin to feel strange, I declare ! With beauty my prospects will fade — I'd give myself up to despair If I thouofht I should die an old maid. I once cut the beaux in a huff — I thought it a sin and a shame That no one had spirit enough To ask me to alter my name. So I turn'd up my nose at the short, And cast down my eyes at the tall, But then I just did it in sport, And now I've no lover at all. These men are the plagues of my life : 'Tis hard from so many to choose ! Should any wish for a wife. Could I have the heart to refuse ? I don't know — for none have proposed- Oh dear me ! — I'm frightn'd, I vow ' Good gracious ! who ever supposed That I should be single till now ' S2 morris's melodies. SALLY ST. CLAIR, [r/.] In the ranks of Marion's band, Through morass and wooded land, Over beach of yellow sand, Mountain, plain and valley ; A southern maid, in all her pride, March'd gayly at her lover's side, In such disguise That e'en his eyes Did not discover Sally. When return'd from midnight tramp, Through the forest dark and damp, On his straw-couch in the camp In his dreams he'd dally With that devoted, gentle fair. Whose large black eyes and flowing hair, So near him seem. That, in his dream, He breathes his love for Sally. morris's melodies. 83 Oh what joy that maiden knew, When she found her lover true ! — Suddenly the trumpet blew, Marion's men to rally ! To ward the death-spear from his side In battle by Santee she died ! Where sings the surge, A ceaseless dirge Near the lone grave of Sally. AU REVOIR. Love left one day his leafy bower. And roam'd in sportive vein, Where Vanity had built a tower, For Fashion's sparkling train. The mistress to see he requested, Of one who attended the door ; " Not home," said the page, who suggested That he'd leave his card. — "^2w Revoir." Love next came to a lowly bower — A maid who knew no guile. •S4 morris's melodies. finlike the lady of the tower, Received him with a smile. Since then the cot beams with his brightness, Though often at Vanity's door. Love calls merely out of politeness, And just leaves his card. — ^^Au Revoir." THE CARRIER-DOVE While before St. Agnes' shrine Knelt a true knight's lady-love, From the wars of Palestine Came a gentle carrier-dove. Round his neck a silken string Fasten'd words the warrior writ ; At her call hestoop'd his wing. And upon her finger lit. She, like one enchanted, pored O'er the contents of the scroll. morris's melodies. 85 For that lady loved her lord With a pure devoted soul. To her heart the dove she drew, While she traced the burning line, Then away the minion flew Back to sainted Palestine. To and fro, from hand to hand Came and went the carrier-dove. Till throughout the holy land War resign'd his sword to Love. Swift the dove on wings of light. Brought the news from Palestine, And the lady her true knight Wedded at St. Agnes' shrine. NOT MARRIED YET. I'm single yet — I'm single yet ! And years have flown since I came out In vain I sigh — in vain I fret Ye gods ! what are the men about ? 86 morris's melodies. I vow I'm twenty I — oh, ye powers I A spinster's lot is hard to bear — On earth alone to pass her hours, And afterwards lead apes — down there No offer yet — no offer yet ! I'm puzzled quite to make it out For every beau my cap 1 set, What, what, what are the men about : They don't propose — they worCt propose, For fear, perhaps, I'd not say " yes !" Just let them try — for heaven knows I'm tired of single-blessedness. Not married yet — not married yet — The deuce is in the men, I fear ! I'm like a — something to be let, And to be let alone — that's clear. They say " she's pretty — but no chink — And love without it runs in debt I" It agitates my nerves to think That I have had no offer yet ! morris's melodies. 87 THE BEAM OF DEVOTION. I XEVER could find a good reason Why sorrow unbidden should stay, And all the bright joys of life's season, Be driven unheeded away. Our cares would wake no more emotion, Were we to our lot but resign'd, Than pebbles flung into the ocean. That leave scarce a ripple behind. The world has a spirit of beauty. Which looks upon all for the best. And while it discharges its duty. To Providence leaves all the rest ; That spirit's the beam of devotion, Which lights us through life to its close. And sets like the sun in the ocean. More beautiful far than it rose 88 morris's melodies, LADY OF ENGLAND. Lady of England — o'er the seas Thy name was borne on every breeze, Till all this sunset clime became Familiar with Victoria's name. Though seas divide us many a mile. Yet, for the Queen of that fair isle, From which our fathers sprung, there roves A blessing from this Land of Groves. Our Father-land ! — fit theme for song ! When thou art named what memories throng Shall England cease our love to claim .'' Not while our language is the same. Scion of kings! so live and reign. That, when thy nation's swelling strain Is breathed amid our forests green We too may sing, " God save the Queen I" i morris's melodies. 89 TWENTY YEARS AGO. 'Twas in the flush of summer time, Some twenty years or more, When Ernest lost his way, and crost The threshold of our door. I'll ne'er forget his locks of jet His brow of Alpine snow, His manly grace of form and face, Some twenty years ago. The hand he ask'd I freely gave — Mine was a happy lot. In all my pride to be his bride Within my father's cot. The faith he spoke he never broke : His faithful heart I know; And well I vow I love him now As twenty years ago. 90 morris's melodies. THE EVERGREEN, Love cannot be the aloe tree, Whose bloom but once is seen ; Go search the grove, the tree of love Is sure the evergreen : For that's the same, in leaf or frame 'Neath cold or sunny skies ; You take the ground its roots have bound Or it, transplanted, dies ! That love thus shoots, and firmly roots In woman's heart we see ; Through smiles and tears in after years It grows a fadeless tree. The tree of love, all trees above, F'or ever may be seen. In summer's bloom, or winter's gloom, A hardy evergreen. morris's melodies. 91 THE DAY IS NOW DAWNING, LOVE. WILLIAM. The day is now dawning, love. Fled is the night — I go like the morning, love, Cheerful and bright. Then adieu, dearest Ellen ; When evening is near I'll visit thy dwelling, For true love is here. Oh, come where the fountain, love, Tranquilly flows ; Beneath the green mountain, love, Seek for repose ! — Here the days of our childhood, In love's golden beam, 'Mong the blue-bells and wildwood, Pdss'd on like a dream. 92 morris's melodies. WILLIAM. linger awhile, love. ELLEN. I must away. WILLIAM. grant me thy smile, love, 'Tis hope's cheering ray, With evening expect me. ELLEIV. To the moment be true. And may angels protect thee- EOTH. Sweet Ellen, adieu ! Dear William, adieu ! STAR-LIGHT RECOLLECTIONS. 'TwAs night.— In the woodland alone We met with no witnesses by morris's melodies. 93 But such as resplendently shone In the blue-tinted vault of the sky ; Your head on my bosom was laid, As you said you would ever be mine ; And I promised to love, dearest maid. And worship alone at your shrine. Your love on my heart gently fell As the dew on the flowers at eve, Whose bosoms with gratitude swell, A blessing to give and receive : And I knew by the glow on your cheek, And the rapture you could not control, No power had language to speak The faith or content of your soul I love you as none ever loved ; As the steel to the star I am true. And I, dearest maiden, have proved That none ever loved me but you. Till memory loses her power, Or the sands of existence have run, I'll remember the star-lighted hour, That mingled two hearts into one 94 morris's melodies, OH, THIS LOVE. Oh, this love — this love ! I ainse the passion slighted ; But hearts that truly love, Must break or be united. Oh, this love! When first he cam' to woo, I little cared aboot him ; But seene I felt as though I could na' live without him. Oh, this love ! He brought to me the ring. My hand ask'd o' my mither- I could na bear the thought That he should w^ed anither. Oh, this love ! And now, I'm a' his ain, In a' his joys I mingle ; morris's melodies. 95 Nae for the wealth of warlds, Wad I again be single ! Oh, this love ! INDIAN SONGS. I. BEFORE THE BATTLE. T-HEY come ! — be firm ! — In silence rally I The long-knives our retreat have found ' Hark ! — their tramp is in the valley, And they hem the forest round ! The burthened boughs with pale scouts quiver, The echoing hills tumultuous ring, While across the eddying river, Their barks, like foaming war-steeds, spring ! The bloodhounds darken land and water ! They come — like buffaloes for slaughter ! li. AFTER THE BATTLE. They're gone — again the red-man rally — With dance and sons the woods resound 96 morris's melodies. The hatchet's buried in the valley ; No foe profanes our hunting-ground ! The green leaves on the blithe boughs quiver The verdant hills with song-birds ring, While our bark canoes, the river Skim, like swallows on the wing. Mirth pervades the land and water, Free from famine, sword, and slaughter ! THE HEART THAT OWNS THY TYRANT SWAY. The heart that owns thy tyrant sway, Whate'er its hopes may be. Is like a bark that drifts away. Upon a shoreless sea ! No compass left to guide her on. Upon the surge she's tempest-torn And such is life to me ! And what is life when love is fled ? The world unshared by thee ? morris's melodies. 97 Better be with silent dead Than such a waif to be ! The bark that by no compass steers, Is lost which way soe'er she veers, And such is life to me ! THE PRAIRIE ON FIRE ! The following ballad is founded, in part, upon a thrilling story of the West, related by Mr. Cooper, the novelist. The shades of evening closed around The boundless prairies of the west. As, grouped in sadness on the ground, A band of pilgrims leaned to rest : Upon the tangled weeds were laid, The mother and her youngest born. Who slept, while others watch'd and pray'd, And thus the weary night went on. Thick darkness shrouded earth and sky — When, on the whispering winds there came, MORRIS S MEl-ODIES, The Teton's shrill and thrilling cry, And heaven was pierced with shafts of flame The sun seem'd rising through the haze, But with an aspect dread and dire ! The very air appeared to blaze I Oh God ! the prairie w^as on fire ! Around the centre of the plain A belt of flame retreat denied, And, like a furnace glowed the train That wall'd them in on every side : And onward rolled the torrent wild — Wreaths of dense smoke obscured the sky ! Down knelt the mother and her child, And all — save one — shrieked out "We die " Not so !" he cried — " help — clear the sedge i " Strip bare a circle to the land !" That done, he hastened to its edge, And grasped a rifle in his hand : Dried weeds he held beside the pan. Which kindled at a flash, the mass ! Now " fire fight fire !" he said, as ra:n The forked flames among the grass. morris's mklodies. 101 On three sides now the torrent flew, But on the fourth no more it raved ! Then large and broad the circle grew, And thus the pilgrim band was saved ! The flames receded far and wide, The mother had not prayed in vain ! God had the Teton's arts defied ! His scythe of fire had swept the plain ONE BALMY SUMMER NIGHT, MARY ! OxE balmy summer night, Mary, Just as the risen moon. Had cast aside her fleecy veil, We left the gay saloon ; And in a green, sequester'd spot, Beneath a drooping tree. Fond words were breathed, by you forgot. That still are dear to me, Mary, That still are dear to me. L.ofC. MOHivlSS MELODIE Oh we were happy then, Mary, — Time linger'd on his way, To crowd a life-time in a night, Whole ages in a day ! If star and sun would set and rise. Thus in our after years, The world would be a paradise. And not a vale of tears, Mary, And not a vale of tears. I live but in the past, Mary, — The glorious days of old ! When love was hoarded in the heart, As misers hoard their gold : And often like a bridal train. To music soft and low. The by-gone moments cross my brain, In all their summer glow, Mary, In all their summer glow. These visions form and fade, Mary, As age comes stealing on, To bring the light and leave the shade Of days for ever gone ! The poet's brow may wear at last The bays that round it fall ; morris's melodies. 101 But love has rose-buds of the past Far dearer than them all, Mary, Far dearer than them all. THE WELCOME AND FAREWELL. To meet and part, as we have met and parted, One moment cherished and the next forgot. To wear a smile when almost broken-hearted, I know full well is hapless woman's lot ; Yet let me, to thy tenderness apjjealing, Avert this brief but melancholy doom — Content that close beside the thorn of feeling. Grows memory, like a rose, in guarded bloom. Love's history, dearest,, is a sad one ever. Yet often with a smile I've heard it told ! Oh there are records of the heart which never Are to the scrutinizing gaze unrolled ! Mine eye to thine may scarce again aspire, Still in thy memory, dearest, let me dwell. And hush, with this hope, the magnetic wire Wild with our min^-led welcome and farewelL 102 morris's melodies THE DAYS THAT ARE GONE. AN INDIAN TRADITION. In the days that are gone — by this sweet flowing water Two lovers reclined in the shade of a tree ; The one was the mountain king's rosy-lipped daughter, The brave warrior chief of the valley was he. Then all things around them, below and above, Were basking, as now, in the sunlight of love — In the days that are gone — By this sweet flowing stream. In the days that are gone — they were laid 'neath the willow, The maid in her beauty — the youth in his pride — Both slain by the foeman who came o'er the billow, And stole the broad land.s where these children reside : Whose fathers, when dying, in fear look'd above, And trembled to think of that chief and his love • In the days that are gone — By this sweet flowing stream. morris's melodies. 1(J3 'TIS NOW THE PROMISED HOUR. A SERENADE. The fountains serenade the flowers, Upon their silver lute — And, nestled in their leafy bowers The forest-birds are mute : The bright and glittering hosts above, Unbar their golden gates, While nature holds her court of love. And for her client waits. Then, lady, wake^n beauty rise I 'Tis now the promised hour, When torches kindle in the skies To light thee to thy bower. The day we dedicate to care — To love the witching night ; For all that's beautiful and fair In hours like these unite. E'en thus the sweets to flowerets given— The moonlight on the tree, — 104 morris's MEIiOD And all the bliss of earth and heaven- Are mingled, love, in thee. Then, lady, wake — in beauty rise ! 'Tis now the promised hour, When torches kindle in the skies To light thee to thy bower. HOME FROM TRAVEL. I'm with you once again, my friends — No more my footsteps roam : Where it began my journey ends. Amid the scenes of home. No other clime has skies so blue. Or streams so broad and clear. And where are hearts so warm and true As those that meet me here ? Since last, with spirits wild and free, I press'd my native strand, I've traversed many miles at sea. And many miles on land ; morris's melodies. 105 I've seen all nations of the earth, Of every tongue and hue. — They taught me how to prize the worth Which lingers here with you. In other countries, when I heard The language of my own. Oh how my echoing heart has stirred — How bounded — at the tone ! But when our woodland strains were sun^ Upon a foreign mart, The vows that falter'd on my tongue, Were graven on my heart. My native land, I turn to you, With blessing and with prayer. Where man is brave and woman true. And free as mountain air. In triumph may our banner wave. Against the world combined, And friends a welcome — foes a grave, Within our borders find. 106 morris's melodies. BESSY BELL. When life looks drear and lonely, love. And pleasant fancies flee, Then will the muses only, love, Bestow^ a thought on me Mine is a harp which pleasure, love, To waken strives in vain To Joy's entrancing measure, love. It ne'er can thrill again ! Why mock me, Bessy Bell ? Oh do not ask me ever, love. For rapture-woven rhymes ; For vain is each endeavour, love, To sound mirth's play-bell chimes ! Yet still believe me, dearest love. Though dull my song may be. This heart still doats sincerest, love, And grateful turns to thee ! My once true Bessy Bell ! morris's melodies. 107 Those eye« still rest upon me, love ! I feel their magic spell ! With that same look you won me, love, Fair, gentle Bessy Bell I My doom you've idly spoken, love. You never can be mine ! But though my heart is broken, love, Still, lady, it is thine ! Adieu, false Bessy Bell ! SoriQS anlr Suets FROM THE OPERA OF iriHS WAm ^^^ . " %# '">■ \%, <* '"y ^''.- !>/' ~'^., c^' Oo g^' 1^ ^f cP o5 --c^. *^ ,0- \ %■ .-^^ .^^ .0 0. ^^•^ %. ' : .x°^-. "1 ^' "' .,,^-V -'-' : .-^^ . ^ .-i'^^^ ■'^^ v*^ - xO °^ h^'-^'^^ \'S-' '-■:.. xN^^', '^^ w^^ v%. ...... ^ V «/^ '-^, ■•>. ■"°o^ .° . "t^ / %€ V^~^ "■^., '. N°^- %1'^"'^'" >'-.^^'- .* ^ "'^" N- r<) ^ r, .. ^ '0- LIBRARY OF CONGRESS 009 760 777 1