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THE 
 
 DREAM OF A DAY, 
 
 AND 
 
 OTHER POEMS. 
 
 BY 
 
 JAMES G. PERCIVAL. 
 
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 PREFACE. 
 
 THE present volume is composed, for the most part, of a series 
 of shorter pieces, part of which have been published in a fugitive 
 form, at different intervals since tiie publication of my last volume 
 (Clio, No. Ill, 1^27,) and part of which h:ive till now remained in 
 manuscript. The longer piece, at the commencement of the vol 
 ume, takes its name (Drearn of a Day) partly from its subject, and 
 partly from the time in which it was written. This is one of the 
 later written pieces. The others arc arranged, mostly, in the order 
 of time in which they were written. The reader will perceive, in 
 running over the volume, that a great variety of measur*> is intro 
 duced, (more than one hundred and fifty different forms or modifi 
 cations of stanza,) much of which is l>orrowed from the verse of 
 other languages, particularly of the German. This last is espe 
 cially true of the Lays (p. 10 i 127.) The Songs (p. 6769) are 
 from Spanish and Italian measures. The imitations of different 
 
IV. PREFACE. 
 
 Classic measures, as well as the Songs for National Airs, are more 
 particularly explained in the introduction to each. In adopting 
 different measures from the German, I was led, by their peculiar 
 rhythm, to use our adjective adverbially, according to the German 
 idiom, and I may add, according to the idiom of our Saxon ances 
 tors, still retained in the expressive language of common life. 
 This form of expression is certainly more energetic than that in 
 which we use the constantly recurrinsr and cumbrous adverbial 
 sulllx /y. It may not, however, !e sactioned by ircner.d usage, 
 the legislator in a'.i matters of lan-tia^e. 
 
 The limits of the present volume, as well as the character of it* 
 contents in general, have precluded from it a scries of specimens 
 of different varieties or systems of national verse, in which I had 
 desisrned to give, under the general head of " Studies in Verse," 
 imitations cf the versification of all accessible cultivated language*, 
 systematically arranged, and illustrated by comments. These, as 
 well as a quite extensive series of Translations from different 
 lan:nia:res, (accompanied with illustrative rt marks.) part of which 
 have been already published in a fugitive form, and part of which 
 still remain in manuscript, may hereafter furnish materials for an 
 other volume, if an opportunity should ever offer for their publi 
 cation. 
 
 In the Ions interval which h;is clapped since the publication of 
 mv last volume of poems, (sixteen years,) I have been most of the 
 time engaged in pursuits which have had little or no relation to 
 poetical studies, or which have been jn'culiarly adverse to them; 
 consequently, during this period, the comj>osition of verse has 
 been to me or.lv an occasional amusement or exercise. As such 
 
PREFACE. V. 
 
 I offer this volume ; not as the fruits of a continued and regular 
 study of an art, which, for the high principles it involves, and the 
 great powers which it demands for its true and most successful 
 cultivation, deserves to hold a place in the first rank. It is un 
 necessary to say anything in vindication of an art, which requires 
 a mastery of the riches and niceties of a language ; a full knowledge 
 of the science of versification, not only in its own peculiar princi 
 ples of rhythm and melody, but in its relations to elocution and 
 music, with that delicate natural perception, and that facile ex 
 ecution, which render the composition of verse hardly less easy 
 than that of prose; a deep and quick insight into the nature of 
 man, in all his varied facilities, intellectual :ind emotive; a clear 
 and full perception of the power and beauty of nature, und of all 
 its various harmonies with our own thoughts and feelings; and to 
 gain a high rank in the present age, wide and exact attainments 
 in literature and art in general. Nor is the jossession of such 
 faculties and attainments all that is necessary ; but such a sus 
 tained and self-collected state of mind as gives one the m:ist< ry 
 of his iieniuK, and at the same time presents to him the ideal as 
 an immediate reality, not as a remote conception. Such a culti 
 vation of the poetical art is only for those who can devote them 
 selves to it under favourable auspices ; not for one who can only 
 give to it, now and then, a few moments of leisure. 
 
 NEW HAYEX, JULY, 
 
ERRATA. 
 
 Page 33. line 2, for " first of day," read, first day. 
 Page 39, line 23, insert comma at end of line. 
 Page 175, line i>, road ! at end of line. 
 
 * * line 23, after "comfort,'* insert comma. 
 Page 192, nt end of line 8, read period, in part of the edition. 
 Page 21U, line 3, (Alcaic,) after "youth," insert comma. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 The Dream of a Day, 9 
 
 Genius Waking, --...... 20 
 
 To the Kagfo, 24 
 
 Seneca Lake, 23 
 
 Lays of the Seasons. Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter, 33 30 
 
 The Light Guitar, - 3S 
 
 The Vintage Dance, 40 
 
 Song, --.--.... 40 
 
 Sng. - 41 
 
 To a Butterfly, - - - . . . . 40 
 
 The Voice of Nature, 43 
 
 Son* 50 
 
 Song, 50 
 
 Sappho, M 
 
 Sonnets. I IX, . ... . . . 5<j &> 
 
 The Contrast, ........ (33 
 
 Ballad w 
 
 Songs. IHI, ........ 67 C'j 
 
 Greek Appeal to America, 1827, . . - . .71 
 
 Our Flag, 73 
 
 Spring, 73 
 
 Youth Recalled, 73 
 
 A Vision, .. . -81 
 
VIII. 
 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 The Poet's World, - - 
 
 Minnesong. I III, 85-87 
 
 The Knight, *> 
 
 Life's Dream, .-...--- 02 
 The Ilexli, (Little Witch,) ...... 05 
 
 The Maiden, 9* 
 
 The Power of Song, -100 
 
 Lays. I XXII, 101 127 
 
 Slavonia. Parti. I V, 13O-13I 
 
 II. Russia. I, II, ..- 135, 136 
 
 Servia. 1,11, - - - 137, l.'H 
 
 Poland. 1,11, - - 130,110 
 
 Bohemia. I, II, - 112, 1 13 
 
 Temonia. Hope, 115 
 
 Skating, - - - - - - - 1 17 
 
 The Charge, 11 
 
 The Wild Hunter, 150 
 
 The Hunter Death, 153 
 
 The Bard, - - - - - - - 155 
 
 Songs. I XXI, 159181 
 
 The Sister Spirits. A Cantata, .... 18*2 
 
 Classic Melodies. Part I, 18G 105 
 
 II, ..... 197220 
 
 Songs for National Airs. ...... 222 
 
 - Norwegian. I, II, - - 223 
 
 German. I XVIII, - 221211 
 
 Russian. I III, - - 2-12211 
 
 . Bohemian. I III, - 215217 
 
 Gaelic. I IV, . - 210253 
 
 Welsh. I IV, - - 255250 
 
 The Norns, - 201 
 
THE 
 
 DREAM OF A DAY, 
 
 AND 
 
 OTHER POEMS. 
 
 THE DREAM OF A DAY. 
 
 IN silent gloom the world before me lay- 
 In deepest night embosomed it reposed ; 
 
 All genial hues of life had passed away 
 In sleep profound the eye of day had closed ; 
 
 Beamed through the voiceless calm no fitful ray- 
 Great Nature's heart to stillness all composed ; 
 
 Oblivious dreams alone were moving there, 
 
 Like soft wings fanning light the summer air. 
 2 
 
10 . THE DREAM OF A DAY. 
 
 Meseemed a rustling plume was hovering o'er me 
 Unwonted yearnings thronged around my heart ; 
 
 A spirit, half unseen, stood dim before me 
 I caught the vision with unconscious start, 
 
 And suddenly a shadowy grasp upbore me, 
 Swift as the glancing of a feathered dart 
 
 Gently as stream of air through darkness gliding, 
 
 Then softly as on pilloved down subsiding. 
 
 Silence was broken, as my flight descended 
 A whispered tone of most /Eolian sweetness, 
 
 Where many voices seemed accordant blended, 
 All to a dulcet swell of full completeness, 
 
 Breathing as if by golden harps attended, 
 
 Now lingering slow, now waked to magic fleet- 
 ness, 
 
 Heaved now in solemn surge, now faintly falling, 
 
 Like voice of love in airy distance calling. 
 
 Again all laid in deeper calm, as when 
 
 The midnight storm, far o'er the hills departing, 
 
 Murmurs in echoes lightly first, and then 
 Wliispers its soft farewell, the spirit starting 
 
 At the still hush that follows, or as when pain, 
 Like flashes through the frame intensely darting, 
 
 Yields to a soothing balm, how blest reposes 
 
 The heart, and slumber sweet the eye-lid closes. 
 
THE DREAM OF A DAY. 11 
 
 All lay a void before me, when afar 
 
 Just gleamed, as moonlight through a rifted cloud, 
 A tremulous ray, fainter than smallest star 
 
 Quivering through haze, and dim as spectre shroud 
 Floating in night of caves, while round the air 
 
 Gathered intenser gloom : as ocean, plowed 
 By gliding keel, trembles in liquid light, 
 So dawned that ray forth from profoundest night. 
 
 Slowly it dawned, and images arose 
 
 From out the void, as worlds from chaos born, 
 
 Hovering like phantoms o'er a stream that flows 
 Deep under veil of mist in earliest morn: 
 
 As leafy boughs, when fresh the zephyr blows, 
 Shift in the wave, or on the dew-bright thorn 
 
 Quick rainbows dance, uncertain so they played, 
 
 And half unveiled, amid that world of shade. 
 
 Then from the abyss, as pillared flame ascending, 
 Upstreamed a fuller day, and widely rolled 
 
 Its kindling light, distincter being lending 
 
 To what seemed shadowy dreams ; its iris fold 
 
 Turned slowly back the night, in vain contending 
 Before its fulgent arms : first silver)' cold 
 
 They gleamed, then warm and golden glowed be 
 fore me; 
 
 Earth smiled around, and heaven's blue glittered 
 o'er me. 
 
12 THE DREAM OF A DAT. 
 
 A scene of orient pomp, where lay united 
 In loved embrace the vivid and the tender 
 
 Temple and tower, by sclf-eflulgence lighted, 
 Streaming through clustered palms their magic 
 splendor 
 
 Column, the fervent pilgrim hailed delighted, 
 Reared to his country's saviour and defender 
 
 Palace,. whose thousand windows, ruby-Hashing, 
 
 Tinted the fountain o'er its terrace dashing. 
 
 Again in classic beauty still reposing, 
 A soft Ionian sky above it swelling 
 
 Long flowery vales in gentle vistas closing- 
 Peaks snowy pure, dark summits cloud-compel 
 ling 
 
 Smooth marble hills, the wandering bee composing 
 To nectared sleep rocks, the mysterious dwelling 
 
 Of prescient god bright city, fitly moulded, 
 
 Round lofty fane and citadel enfolded. 
 
 Again wild nature Alp on Alp uplifted, 
 Shooting into the heaven in pointed pride 
 
 Rose-tinted snows, blue glassy torrents rifted 
 Deep to dark night dim gorges yawning wide 
 
 Mid jetty crags, o'er which the cat'ract, drifted 
 In surging foam, heaved broad its thundering tide 
 
 Far glimpses through rude glens to lake and stream 
 
 Reposing peacefully, as in a dream. 
 
THE DREAM OF A DAY. 13 
 
 And then a pastoral scene of my own land 
 Groves darkly green, white farms, and pastures 
 
 With golden flowers brooks stealing over sand 
 Or smooth worn pebbles, murmuring light away 
 
 Blue rye-fields, yielding to the gentle hand 
 Of the cool west wind scented fields of hay, 
 
 Falling in purple bloom free hearts that feel 
 
 Their being doubled in their country's weal. 
 
 And there my heart reposed, as mother yearning 
 Over her cradled infant, sweetly smiling 
 
 In innocent dreams its rose lip lightly turning 
 In slumbering joy, some shape of love beguiling 
 
 Its quiet soul to bliss ; so I, discerning 
 
 Those scenes where erst my happy spirit, whiling 
 
 In sportful peace life's dawn away, yet knew 
 
 No griefs that wring, felt life revived anew. 
 
 Beneath a broad crowned oak, on sloping hill 
 Overlooking wide the lovely region round, 
 
 On soft thick turf I lay : the air was still 
 Distinctly heard was each remotest sound, 
 
 The clacking wheel in cornfield, at the mill 
 The circling plash, and far the faint rebound 
 
 Of low and bleat from mountain side, the stir 
 
 Of insect swarms, the drone bee's hum and s\virr. 
 2* 
 
14 THE DREAM OF A DAY. 
 
 The sun rolled on to noon ; through the light leaves 
 Scarce quiv'ring in the tremulous air, the blue 
 
 Of heaven looked gently, as when fondly weaves 
 Young love its tenderest smile, while trembling 
 through 
 
 Checked tears for even when blest it inly grieves 
 Unconscious darts its glance, as light through 
 dew. 
 
 In the cool shade I lay, while o'er the ground 
 
 Waved the wann undulations wide around. 
 
 Half slumbering I lay^then as a veil 
 Fell the faint lid, and dim the scene afar 
 
 Floated in magic shade : the freshening gale, 
 Breathed from the rolling sea, then stirred the air, 
 
 And whispering softly, as the fond heart's tale 
 Told in the twilight dusk, awoke me there 
 
 With its cool kisses ; low the sun descending 
 
 With the blue mountain haze was richly blending. 
 
 Evening came on apace in full orbed glory 
 
 The sun drew to his couch through vista'd trees 
 
 He glided flashing broad and full he wore a 
 Look of unwonted joy, for rest and case 
 
 After his day of toil far clouds hung hoary 
 Along the east, then kindled by degrees 
 
 As slow ho sunk fresh bloomed tae aerial rose, 
 
 While streamed the West, as gushing furnace glows. 
 
THE DREAM OP A DAY. 15 
 
 Twilight ere long to solemn darkness faded 
 The wide funereal flame grew amber clear, 
 
 And ever lower sinking, softly shaded 
 
 Its light with mellower tints round the wide 
 sphere 
 
 A belt of palest violet was braided, 
 
 Pale as the flower we scatter on the bier ; 
 
 This died away, and one by one on high 
 
 The stars took up their night-watch in the sky. 
 
 I sat amid the darkness, and above 
 
 The oak looked spectrally, while every star 
 
 Hung o'er me like a messenger of love, 
 
 Herald of some fair world, if world more fair 
 
 Than this brave earth has being; as a dove 
 Hovering suspended in the summer air, 
 
 Peace brooded with light wings the voiceless sleep 
 
 Of tired hearts beating low in slumber deep. 
 
 A spirit stood before me half unseen, 
 Majestic and severe, yet o'er him played 
 
 A genial light subdued though high his mica, 
 As by a strong collected spirit swayed 
 
 In even balance justly poised between 
 
 Each wild extreme, proud strength by feeling 
 stayed 
 
 Dwelling in upper realms serenely bright, 
 
 Lifted above the shadowy sphere of night. 
 
16 THE DREAM OF A DAY. 
 
 He stooJ before me, and I heard a tone, 
 Such as from mortal lips had never flowed, 
 
 Soft yet commanding, gentle yet alone 
 
 It bowed the listener's heart anon it glowed 
 
 Intensely fervent, then like wood notes thrown 
 On the chance winds, in airy lightness rode 
 
 Now swelled like ocean surge, now pausing fell 
 
 Like the last murmur of a muffled bell. 
 
 " Lone pilgrim through life's gloom," thus spake the 
 shade, 
 
 " Hold on with steady will along thy way : 
 Thou by a kindly favoring hand wert made 
 
 Hard though thy lot, yet thine what can repay 
 Long years of bitter toil the holy aid 
 
 Of spirit aye is thine, be that thy stay : 
 Thine to behold the true, to feel the pure, 
 To know the good and lovely these endure. 
 
 Hold on thou hast in thee thy best reward ; 
 
 Poor are the largest stores of sordid gain, 
 If from the heaven of thought the soul is barred, 
 
 If the high spirit's bliss is sought in vain : 
 Think not thy lonely lot is cold or hard, 
 
 The world has never bound thee with its chain ; 
 Free as the birds of heaven thy heart can soar, 
 Thou canst create new worlds what wouldst thou 
 more? 
 
THE DREAM OF A DAY. 17 
 
 The future age will know thee yea, even now 
 Hearts beat and tremble at thy bidding, tears 
 
 Flow as thou movest thy wand, thy word can bow 
 Even ruder natures, the dull soul uprears 
 
 As thou thy trumpet blast attunest thou 
 Speakest, and each remotest valley hears : 
 
 Thou hast the gift of song a wealth is thine, 
 
 Richer than all the treasures of the mine. 
 
 Hold on, glad spirits company thy path 
 They minister to thee, though all unseen : 
 
 Even when the tempest lifts its voice in wrath, 
 Thou joyest in its strength ; the orient sheen 
 
 Gladdens thee with its beauty ; winter hath 
 A holy charm that soothes thee, like the green 
 
 Of infant May all nature is ihy friend, 
 
 All seasons to thy life enchantment lend. 
 
 Man too thou know'st and feelest all the springs 
 That wake his smile and tear, his joy and sorrow, 
 
 All that uplifts him on emotion's wings, 
 
 Each longing for a fair and blest to-morrow, 
 
 Each tone that soothes or saddens, all that rings 
 Joyously to him, thou canst fitly borrow 
 
 From thy own breast, and blend it in a strain, 
 
 To which each human heart beats back again. 
 
18 THE DREAM OF A DAY. 
 
 Thine the unfettered thought, alone controlled 
 By nature's truth ; thine the wide-seeing eye, 
 
 Catching the delicate shades, yet apt to hold 
 The whole in its embrace before it lie 
 
 Pictured in fairest light, as chart unrolled, 
 Fields of the present and of destiny : 
 
 The voice of truth amid the senseless throng 
 
 May now be lost ; 'tis heard and felt ere long. 
 
 Hold on live for the world live for all time- 
 Rise in thy conscious power, but gently bear 
 
 Thy form among thy fellows ; sternly climb 
 
 The spirit's alpine peaks ; mid snow towers there 
 
 Nurse the pure thought, but yet accordant chime 
 With lowlier hearts in valleys green and fair.~ 
 
 Sustain thyself yield to no meaner hand, 
 
 Even though he rule awhile thy own dear land. 
 
 Brief is his power, oblivion waits the churl 
 Bound to his own poor self; his form decays, 
 
 But sooner fades his name. Thou shalt unfurl 
 Thy standard to the winds of future days 
 
 Well mayest thou in thy soul defiance hurl 
 
 On such who would subdue thee ; thou shalt raise 
 
 Thy name, when they are dust, and nothing more : 
 
 Hold on in earnest hope still look before. 
 
THE DREAM OF A DAY. 19 
 
 Nerved to a stern resolve, fulfill thy lot 
 Reveal the secrets nature has unveiled thee ; 
 
 All higher gifts by toil intense are bought 
 Has thy firm will in action ever failed thee? 
 
 Only on distant summits fame is sought 
 
 Sorrow and gloom thy nature has entailed thee, 
 
 But bright thy present joys, and brighter far 
 
 The hope that draws thee like a heavenly star." 
 
 The voice was still its tone in distance dying 
 Breathed in my ear, like harp faint heard at even, 
 
 Soft as the autumn wind through sere leaves sighing, 
 When flaky clouds athwart the moon are driven. 
 
 Far through the viewless gloom the spirit flying, 
 Winged his high passage to his native heaven, 
 
 But o'er me still he seemed in kindness bending, 
 
 Fresh hope and firmer purpose to me lending. 
 
GENIUS WAKING. 
 
 heavy chain hath bound thee 
 
 Where is now thy fire ? 
 Feebler wings are gathering round thee 
 
 Shall they hover higher ? 
 Can no power, no spell recall thee 
 
 From inglorious dreams? 
 O! could glory so appall thee 
 
 With his burning beams ? 
 
 Thine was once the highest pinion 
 
 In the midway air; 
 With a proud and sure dominion, 
 
 Thou didst upward bear 
 Like the herald, winged with lightning, 
 
 From the Olympian throne, 
 Ever mounting, ever brightening, 
 
 Thou wert there alone. 
 
OKXIUS WAK1KO. 
 
 Where the pillared props of heaven 
 
 Glitter with eternal snows, 
 Where no darkling clouds are driven, 
 
 Where no fountain flows 
 Far above the rolling thunder, 
 
 When the surging storm 
 Rent its sulphury folds asunder, 
 
 We beheld thy form. 
 
 O! what rare and heavenly brightness 
 
 Flowed around thy plumes, 
 As a cascade's foamy whiteness 
 
 Lights a cavern's glooms 
 Wheeling tlirough the shadowy ocean, 
 
 Like a shape of light, 
 With serene and placid motion, 
 
 Thou wert dazzling bright. 
 
 From that cloudless region stooping, 
 
 Downward thou didst rush, 
 Not with pinion faint and drooping, 
 
 But the tempest's gush 
 Up again undaunted soaring, 
 
 Thou didst pierce the cloud, 
 When the warring winds were roaring 
 
 Fearfully and loud. 
 3 
 
22 GENIUS WAKING. 
 
 Where is now that restless longing 
 
 After higher things 
 Come they not, like visions, thronging 
 
 On their airy wings 
 Why should not their plow enchant thec 
 
 Upward to their bliss ? 
 Surely danger cannot daunt thee 
 
 From a heaven like this. 
 
 But thon slumbcrest faint and quivering 
 
 Hangs thy milled wing, 
 Like a dove's in winter shivering, 
 
 Or a foohlor thing. 
 Whore is now thy might and motion, 
 
 Thy imperial flight I 
 Where is now thy heart's devotion, 
 
 Where thy spirit's light ? 
 
 Hark his rustling plumage gathers 
 
 Closer to his side, 
 Close, as when the storm-bird weathers 
 
 Ocean's hurrying tide- 
 Now his nodding beak is steady, 
 
 Wide his burning eye - 
 Now his opening wings are ready, 
 
 And his aim how high! 
 
GENIUS WAKING. 23 
 
 Now he curves his neck, and proudly 
 
 Now is stretched for flight 
 Hark! his wings they thunder loudly, 
 
 And their flash how bright! 
 Onward onward, over mountain, 
 
 Through the rack and storm, 
 Now like sunset over fountain, 
 
 Flits his glancing form. 
 
 Glorious bird ! thy dream has left thee, 
 
 Thou hast reached thy heaven- 
 Lingering slumber hath not reft theo 
 
 Of the glory given 
 With a bold, a fearless pinion, 
 
 On thy starry road, 
 None, to fame'* supremo dominion, 
 
 Mightier ever trodo. 
 
TO THE EAGLE. 
 
 BIRD of the broad and sweeping wing! 
 
 Thy home is high in heaven, 
 V/here wide the storms their banners fling, 
 
 And the tempest clouds are driven. 
 Thy throne is on the mountain top ; 
 
 Thy fields the boundless air ; 
 And hoary peaks, that proudly prop 
 
 The skies, thy dwellings are. 
 
 Thou sittest, like a thing of light, 
 Amid the noontide blaze ; 
 
 The midway sun is clear and bright- 
 It cannot dim thy gaze. 
 
 Thy pinions, to the rushing blast 
 O'er the bursting billow spread, 
 
 Where the vessel plunges, hurry past, 
 Like an anijel of the dead. 
 
TO THE EAGLE. 25 
 
 Thou an perched aloft on the beetling crag, 
 
 And the waves are white below, 
 And on, with a haste that cannot lag, 
 
 They rush in an endless flow. 
 Again thou hast plumed thy wing for flight 
 
 To lands beyond the sea, 
 And away, like a spirit wreathed in light, 
 
 Thou hurriest wild and free. 
 
 Thou hurriest over the myriad waves, 
 
 And thou leavest them all behind ; 
 Thou sweepest that place of unknown graves, 
 
 Fleet as the tempest wind. 
 When the night-storm gathers dim and dark, 
 
 With a shrill and a boding scream, 
 Thou rushest by the foundering bark, 
 
 Quick as a passing dream. 
 
 Lord of the boundless realm of air ! 
 
 In thy imperial name 
 The hearts of the bold and ardent dare 
 
 The dangerous path of fame. 
 Beneath the shade of thy golden wings, 
 
 The Roman legions bore, 
 From the river, of Egypt's cloudy springs, 
 
 Their pride, to the polar shore. 
 3* 
 
26 TO THE EAGLE. 
 
 For thee they fought, for thee they fell, 
 
 And their oath was on thee laid : 
 To thee the clarions raised their swell, 
 
 And the dying warrior prayed. 
 Thou wert, through an age of death and fears, 
 
 The image of pride and power, 
 Till the gathered rage of a thousand years 
 
 Burst forth in one awful hour. 
 
 And then, a deluge of wrath it came, 
 
 And the nations shook with dread ; 
 And it swept the earth, till its fields were flame, 
 
 And piled with the mingled dead. 
 Kings were rolled in the wasteful llood, 
 
 With the low and crouching slave ; 
 And together lay, in a shroud of blood, 
 
 The coward and the brave. 
 
 And where was then thy fearless flight ? 
 
 " O'er the dark mysterious sea, 
 To the lands that caught the setting light, 
 
 The cradle of liberty. 
 There, on the silent and lonely shore, 
 
 For ages I watched alone, 
 And the world, ia its darkness, asked no more, 
 
 Where the glonous b''rd had flown. 
 
TO THE EAGLE. 27 
 
 But there came a bold and hardy few, 
 
 And they breasted the unknown wave ; 
 I caught afar the wandering crew, 
 
 And I knew they were high and brave. 
 I wheeled around the welcome bark, 
 
 As it sought the desolate shore, 
 And up to heaven, like a joyous lark, 
 
 My quivering pinions bore. 
 
 And now that bold and hardy few 
 
 Are a nation wide and strong, 
 And danger and doubt I have led them through, 
 
 And they worship me in song ; 
 And over their bright and glancing arms, 
 
 On field and lake and sea, 
 With an eye that fires, and a spell that charms, 
 
 I guide them to victory." 
 
SENECA LAKE. 
 
 ONE evening in the pleasant month of May, 
 On a green hillock swelling from the shore 
 Above thy emerald wave, when the clear west 
 Was all one sheet of light, I sat mo down, 
 Wearied, yet happy. 1 had wandered long, 
 That bright fair day ; and all the way, my path 
 Was tended by a warm and soothing air, 
 That breathed like bliss ; and round me all the woods 
 Opened their yellow buds, and every cottage 
 Was bowered in blossoms, for the orchard trees 
 Were all in flower. I came, at close of day, 
 Down to thy brink, and it was pleasure there 
 To bathe my dripping forehead in thy cool 
 Transparent waters. I refreshed me long 
 With the bright sparkling stream, and from the 
 
 pebbles, 
 
 That bedded all thy margin, singled out 
 Rare casts of unknown shells, from ofT thy cliffs 
 
SEXECA LAKE. 29 
 
 * 
 
 Broken by wintry surges. Thou wert calm, 
 Even as an infant calm, that gentle evening; 
 And one could hardly dream thou Mst ever mot 
 And wrestled with the storm. A breath of air, 
 Felt only in its coolness, from the west 
 Stole over thee, and stirred thy golden mirror 
 Into long waves, that only showed themselves 
 In ripples on thy shore far distant ripples, 
 Breaking the silence with their quiet kisses, 
 And softly murmuring peace. Up the green hillock 
 I mounted languidly, and at the summit, 
 On the new grass reposed, and saw that evening 
 Fade sweetly over thce. 
 
 Far to the south 
 
 Thy slumbering waters floated, one long sheet 
 Of burnished gold between thy nearer shores 
 Softly embraced, and melting distantly 
 Into a yellow haze, embosomed low 
 Miil shadowy hills and misty mountains, all 
 Covered with showery light, as with a veil 
 Of airy gauze. Beautiful were thy shores, 
 And manyfold their outlines, here up-swelling 
 In bossy green there hung in slaty clifTs, 
 Black as if hewn from jet, and over-topped 
 With the dark cedar's tufts, or new leaved birch, 
 Bright as the wave below. How glassy clear 
 The far expanse. Beneath it all the sky 
 
30 SENECA LAKE. 
 
 Swelled downward, and its fleecy clouds were gay 
 Wnh all their rainbow fringes, and the trees, 
 And cliffs, and grassy knolls, were all repeated 
 Along the uncertain shores so clearly seen 
 Beneath the invisible transparency, 
 That land and water mingled, and the one 
 Seemed melting in the other. O ! how soft 
 Yon mountain's heavenly blue, and all o'erlaid 
 With a pale tint of roses. Deep between 
 The ever-narrowing lake, just faintly marked 
 By its reflected light, and farther on 
 Buried in vapory foam, as if a surf 
 Heaved on its utmost shore. How deep the si 
 lence 
 
 Only the rustling boughs, the broken ripple, 
 The cricket, and the tree-frog, with the tinkle 
 Of bells in fold and pasture, or a voice 
 Heard from a distant farm, or hollow bay 
 Of home-returning hound a virgin land 
 Just rescued from the wilderness, still showing 
 Wrecks of the giant forest, yet all bright 
 With a luxuriant culture, springing wheat, 
 And meadows richly green the blessed gift 
 Of liberty and law. I gazed upon them, 
 And on the unchanging lake, and felt awliile 
 Unutterable joy I loved my land 
 With more than filial love it was a joy, 
 That only spake in tears. 
 
SENECA LAKE. 31 
 
 With early dawn 
 
 I woke, and found the lake was up before me, 
 For a fresli stirring breeze came from the south, 
 And all its deep green waves were tossed and 
 
 mingled 
 
 Into a war of foam. The new risen sun 
 Shone on them, as if they were worlds of stars. 
 Or gems, or crystals, or some other thing 
 Spam' and flashing bright. A gentle murmur, 
 A roar scarce uttered, like a voice of mirth 
 Amid the dancing waters, Mended well 
 With the ^Eolian whispering of boughs 
 In a wide grove of pines. The fields and woods 
 Were sparkling all with dew, and curling smoke 
 Rose from the cottage fires the robin, too, 
 And the brown thrush, and other birds concealed 
 Amid the half-blown thickets, joyously 
 Poured out their morning songs, and thus attended, 
 I wandered by the shore. O ! it was pleasant, 
 To feel the dashing of the dewy spray 
 Rain on my forehead, and to look between 
 Long crests of foam, into an unknown depth 
 Of deepest green, and then to see that green 
 Soft changing into snow. Over this waste 
 Of rolling surges, on a lofty bank, 
 With a broad surf beneath it, brightly shone 
 White roofs, and spires, and gilded vanes, and win 
 dows, 
 
32 SEXECA LAKE. 
 
 Each like a flame thy peaceful tenements, 
 
 Geneva, aptly named ; for not the walls 
 
 By the blue arrowy Rhone, nor Lemau's lake, 
 
 With all its vineyard shores and mouldering castles, 
 
 Nor even its shaggy mountains, nor above 
 
 Its world of Alpine snows these are not more 
 
 Than thou, bright Seneca, whether at peace, 
 
 As I at evening met thee, or this morning, 
 
 Tossed into foam. Thou too shalt have thy fame 
 
 Genius shall make thy hills his home, and here 
 
 Shall build his airy visions bards shall come, 
 
 And fondly sing thec pilgrims too shall haunt 
 
 Thy sacred waters, and in after ages, 
 
 O ! may some votary sit on the hillock, 
 
 At evening, bv thv shore. 
 
LAYS OF THE SEASONS. 
 
 SPRING. 
 
 COME to my festival ! Come to my festival ! 
 
 This is the first of clay of May 
 The sun is rejoicing alone in heaven ; 
 
 The clouds have all hurried away. 
 Down in the meadow the blossoms are waking, 
 Light on their twigs the young leaves are shaking ; 
 Round the warm knolls the lambs are a-leaping, 
 The colt from his fold o'er the pasture is sweeping; 
 And on the bright lake the little waves break. 
 
 For there the cool west is at play. 
 Como to my festival ! Come to my festival ! 
 
 This is the first day of May. 
 4 
 
34 LAVS or T it n s E A s o \ s . 
 
 Conic to my festival ! Come to my festival ! 
 
 Lose not so happy a <lay 
 The maidens are pranking their locks with flowers. 
 
 And donning their proudest array. 
 Over the mountain the south wind is rolling, 
 
 And tossing its forest in hillows ; 
 Through orchard and vineyard anil garden strolling, 
 
 And whispering among the screen willows. 
 Then mount the plumed hoitnet, with true-love knots 
 on it, 
 
 Haste hither! O! how can ye stay? 
 Come to my festival ! Come to my festival ! 
 
 This is the firs.t day of Mav. 
 
 SUMMER. 
 
 GOLDEN is the harvest field, 
 
 Bright the sky above, 
 And its orl) a Inirning shield 
 
 On the arm of Jove ; 
 Hot the wearied reaper toils 
 
 Till the day is done, 
 And the flashing ocean boils 
 
 Round the setting sun. 
 O ! some cool, some midnight cave 
 
 By the rushing river, 
 There my beating pulse to lave, 
 
 Sleep and dream forever. 
 
LAYS OF THE SEASON'S. 35 
 
 All arc now in serious strife, 
 
 Gathering in their grain ; 
 'Tis their being, hope and life 
 
 Hark ! the hurrying wain 
 No ! the distant thunder peal, 
 
 Rolling from the hills 
 See the eddying tempest wheel ! 
 
 How it swells ami stills! 
 High ahove its hrazen van 
 
 Juts hehiml it roars 
 Wind, hail, thunder what is man, 
 
 When the deluge jwjurs ! 
 
 AUTUMN. 
 
 MY horn is overflowing, 
 
 My fruits all red, 
 And not a wind is blowing, 
 
 But sweets have fed. 
 The vineyard slope is gushing 
 
 With purple wine, 
 And amher streams are rushing 
 
 From even- vine. 
 Near hill to far blue mountain, 
 
 Low vale and plain, 
 Wide lake and rock-built fountain, 
 
 My song of joy repeat again. 
 
36 LAY 8 OF THE SEASON 8. 
 
 Young girls beside their lovers 
 
 Now pluck the vine 
 fts yellow foliage covers 
 
 Love's softest twine. 
 With loaded baskets reeling 
 
 They home return ; 
 And when the dance is wheeling, 
 
 Black eyes they burn, 
 lo, lo trhnnphe ! 
 
 The pa'uns swell ; 
 And now their nectar flowing, 
 
 That gush of joy, O ! who can tell. 
 
 WINTER. 
 
 BELOW me rings the lake, 
 
 The stars above me bum, 
 Away the skaters break, 
 
 And glide and wheel and turn ; 
 Keen blows the cutting north, 
 
 Against the wind they drive, 
 And as they hurry forth, 
 
 The air is all alive. 
 Shout and carol, jest and boast, 
 
 So they sound along ; 
 Send thy keenest arrows, Frost ! 
 
 We will give thec song. 
 
LAVS OF THE SEASONS. 37 
 
 The cast is growing bright, 
 
 The crystal forest flashes, 
 And in the dawning light, 
 
 Like gold the cascade dashes. 
 The rainbow spans the sky, 
 
 Hut all her proudest show, 
 Her deepest tinctures die 
 
 Uelbre the pomp below. 
 Rock and river, tree and fountain, 
 
 (ilittor thick with gems ; 
 Rolling hill and craggy mountain 
 
 Glow like diadems. 
 
THE LIGHT GUITAR. 
 
 THE light guitar, the light guitar 
 1 hoar its tinkling sound afar, 
 Where underneath the evening star 
 
 The dance is wheeling; 
 And many a laugh, and many a shout 
 The busy echoes toss about, 
 Till joyous with the merry rout 
 
 The hills are pealing. 
 
 The light guitar I know it well ; 
 1 heard it first when evening fell 
 Around the vine-embowered well 
 
 ]Jv Rhone's broad river. 
 Joy to *hy valleys, gay Provence! 
 Thou sunny paradise of France ; 
 Carols at eve, and song and dance 
 
 Are thine forever. 
 
THE LIGHT GUITAR. 
 
 The light guitar it semis me where 
 
 A living glory fills the air, 
 
 And all of guy ami bright ami fair 
 
 Is full to flowing. 
 Uelow me sleeps the purple sea, 
 A hove me clouds of amhor floe, 
 And gold on every tower and tree 
 
 And spire is glowing. 
 
 The light guitar iis warning sound 
 Maiden and youth are thronging round, 
 With song and shout, and leap and bound 
 
 No dream of sorrow. 
 Away with grief, away with can*! 
 Glad thoughts alone are welcome there; 
 They eare not, if or dark or fair 
 
 May rise the morrow. 
 
 Then glory to the light guitar 
 Its holiest time the evening star, 
 When liquid voices echo far 
 
 Uy rock and river. 
 
 O ! might such heavenly nights he mine, 
 Where overhead the rambling vine 
 Lets quivering through the bright moonshine, 
 
 Bv Khone forever. 
 
THE VINTAGE DANCE, 
 
 COME, the dance, the dance 
 
 Night is nigh us : 
 How the shades advance ! 
 
 Soon joy will lly us : 
 Be happy while we may ; 
 Dull cafes, away, away ! 
 Be only song and play, 
 
 As time speeds by us. 
 
 Our vintage all is in ; 
 
 Our vats overflowing 
 Now wake the merry din, 
 
 Eyes, cheeks, all glowing, 
 We owe the generous vine 
 A pledge of best old wine, 
 And clustering hy's twine, 
 
 And llowers new blowing. 
 
THE VINTAGE DAN'CE. 41 
 
 Pluck, pluck the autumn flowers, 
 
 And deftly twine them 
 Maidens, in lonely hours, 
 
 May then divine them : 
 One with its eye of blue 
 Shall tell the heart is true ; 
 Another blushing new 
 
 Softly incline them. 
 
 Then wheel the dance, the dance, 
 
 Around the fountain 
 The satyrs hear and prance 
 
 On ivied mountain ; 
 The fauns come stealing nigh 
 And roll the roguish eye. 
 
 Quick mischief in it 
 Back to your craggy wood ! 
 The maiden's heart is good ; 
 
 Ye cannot win it. 
 
SONG. 
 
 Lo.vo years have seen mo roaming 
 
 A sail and weary way. 
 Like traveller tired at gloaming, 
 
 A sultry sununcr's day; 
 No lamp of love before me, 
 
 No twinkling parlour lire, 
 Hut clouds and darkness o'er me, 
 
 My ojily friend my lyre. 
 A welcome shed now greets me, 
 
 Though low its portal he, 
 And ready kindness meets me, 
 
 And peace that will not flee : 
 So here my heart reposes. 
 
 And finds at last its home ; 
 Its day of wandering closes ; 
 
 It rests, no more to roam. 
 
soxt;. 
 
 So when, by tempest battered, 
 
 Tin* seamrm, bent ashore, 
 Sails torn ami colours tattered, 
 
 Still plough* the ocean's roar, 
 If but a watch-light twinkle 
 
 With hospitable glow, 
 Joy-tears his hard chocks sprinkle, 
 
 And hope's bright fountains flow 
 His home is all before him, 
 
 The dwelling of his sires ; 
 His own blue skv is o'er him, 
 
 And near his altar-fires: 
 Awhile his burdened feelings 
 
 Like silent waters run, 
 Then burst in echoed pcalings, 
 
 "Mv land mv laud is won!** 
 
SONG. 
 
 STRIKE, strike the note of sorrow, 
 
 That late so moved me 
 My sinking heart would l>orrow, 
 From sounds so passing sweet, 
 Fond moments once so fleet 
 
 Beside the youth who loved me. 
 
 O! set the music flowing 
 My soul forever 
 
 Could dwell on words so glowing, 
 
 On sounds so soft and clear, 
 
 To all my heart so dear, 
 Thev can be silent never. 
 
SO.VG. 
 
 Give mo the lute the lute, 
 For I would riiij it 
 
 O ! breathe th:it Spartan flute, 
 'Ami wake my lanri : .i soul, 
 
 Till loosed from earth's control, 
 Heaven's lire shall wing it. 
 
 No ! touch the chord of feeling, 
 
 And lightly wake it ! 
 And as I he:r, come stealing 
 From out my Ucedinjr heart 
 Tears, such as woes impart 
 
 Be still, or else ve break it. 
 
TO A BUTTERFLY. 
 
 THOU, who in the early spring 
 Iloverest on filmy win**, 
 Visiting the bright-eyed Hewers, 
 Fluttering in loaded bowers, 
 Settling on the reddening rose, 
 Reddening ere it fully Mows, 
 
 AVhen i's crisp and folded leaves 
 Just unroll their dewy tips, 
 Soft as infant beauty's lips, 
 
 Or any thing that love believes 
 Little wanderer after pleasure, 
 \\ here is that enchanted treasure, 
 All that live are seeking for ? 
 Is it in the blossom, or 
 
 Where we seek it, in the roses 
 Of a maiden's cheek, or rather 
 In the many lights that gather 
 
 When licr Kiniiiiig lip uncloses ? 
 
TO A BUTTERFLY. 47 
 
 Wouldst thou rather kiss a flower, 
 When 'tis dropping with a shower, 
 Or with trembling, quivering wing 
 Rest thee on :t dearer thing, 
 On a lip that has no stain, 
 On a hrow that feels no pain, 
 In the (learnings of an eye, 
 Where a world of visions lie, 
 Such as to the hlest are given, 
 All of heaven all of heaven ? 
 Ifthon lovest the Mossom, I 
 Love the cheek, the lip and eye. 
 
THE VOICE OF NATURE. 
 
 A VOICE is heard in the winds* and waves, 
 
 In tlic Boiiiul of the ever rolling sea; 
 Tin whispered amid the gloom of graves, 
 
 And it speaks from tho hill-top loud and free : 
 Tis murmuring iii ever)' breath of air, 
 
 And it pauses not \\ln-n the leaves are still; 
 Where the waters are falling, it .prattles there, 
 
 And it whistles along the heathery hill. 
 
 Up on the brown amlliritnry steep, 
 
 When lite bramble stirs with the irestling bird- 
 Down in the green and glassy deep, 
 
 When the coral rustles, that voice is heard : 
 Far it is borne on the summer breeze, 
 
 O'er sunny meadow and flowery plain ; 
 Then it steals to the glancing trees, 
 
 And is lost in their shadowy gloom again. 
 
THE VOICE OF NATURE. 19 
 
 Mark ! its wandering echoes wake 
 
 They are now in the heart of the rifted rock; 
 Now they lie on the slumbering lake ; 
 
 Now are at )>Iay with the Unniding Hock. 
 Not a withering leaf hy the wind is .stirred, 
 
 Not a murmur moves through the bending com, 
 13nt far that summoning voice is heard, 
 
 Like the loud, clear notes of the winding horn. 
 
 O ! 'tis a voice that comes from heaven, 
 
 Home like a spirit in light along, 
 Now like the rush of a tempest, driven, 
 
 Murmuring now in the charm of song. 
 Hear ye the voice ? then come away 
 
 Far from the haunts of ruder men- 
 Come, where the leaves anil fountains play- 
 
 Von may love and be happy then. 
 
SONG. 
 
 YE come to me, with eyes of light, 
 
 Fair creatures of my dreams ! 
 Ye move around me, ealin and bright, 
 
 Like sunset over streams, 
 When the last llush of dying day 
 
 In liquid lustre glows, 
 Then passes into night away, 
 
 Like rain-drops from a rose. 
 
 Fair creatures ! soft your voices are 
 
 1 hear their tender tone. 
 And all the twilight echoes bear 
 
 Their melody alone. 
 It tills the rooks, the woods, the plain, 
 
 With an all-pervading thrill ; 
 And listening to the invisible strain, 
 
 The breathless air is still. 
 
80X0. 51 
 
 AH innocent your hoauty Mow; 
 
 'Tis lirijrlit ami purely (air : 
 The rose, tin* youtiir ami virgin rose. 
 
 Minis forth in sweetness there ; 
 Ami there are lijjht am! lan^lini;; eves, 
 
 That n*vi>r have \vipl in pain 
 Hope horkons yon on, as away slio flios, 
 
 Ami lovt% that must all In- vain. 
 
 O! stay, fair rroatiirrs I !>il you stay! 
 
 With you my <ln*ams an- h'av<-n. 
 Too soon tho vision must ladr away; 
 
 \it lorrvrr tliost- joys \vin jjivrn. 
 HiMii'l ovrr m* now that winniiiij smilo, 
 
 That linijrrinu look of lij^lit ! 
 Ye f.iuV (>! paiisi> ami charm awhile, 
 
 Kre ve vanish awav in niifht. 
 
SONG. 
 
 O ! SING to me one song of thine, 
 
 One song before we part, 
 That I may bear away with me 
 
 Its music in my heart. 
 Let it be a gentle one, 
 
 A song <>' early joy. 
 Such as a fair-haired maiden sings 
 
 To win her much loved boy. 
 
 O ! sing to me the song I heard, 
 
 The other day. at noon, 
 When it came to me like a warbling bird, 
 
 And ceased as short and soon. 
 Bashfully that song was still, 
 
 For I started from out the trees ; 
 So the bird is hush, when the bramble bush 
 
 Stirs with the passing breeze. 
 
soxo. 53 
 
 Turn not so tearfully away 
 
 I ratiiint. hear to p'*rt, 
 Witli any thing hut hope anil jov 
 
 In the swelling of my heart. 
 Look up to me with laughing eyes 
 
 We shall meet again ere long; 
 AIM! thfii the gnM'ting I shall h:ive, 
 
 Will he thy gi-iith- s<ng. 
 
 So sifig to rw that song of joy f 
 
 'I'hat song of summer howers, 
 Murmuring like tlie soft warm hreath 
 
 Of a south wind over (lowers. 
 I will kiss thee as thou warhlest on, 
 
 My token as I part, 
 And so will hear away with mo 
 
 Thv music in mv heart. 
 
SAPPHO. 
 
 SHI: stands i?i act to fall her garland torn, 
 Its withered rose-loaves round the rock are blow 
 ing ; 
 Loose to the winds her locks dishevelled flowing 
 
 Tell of the many sorrows she has borne. 
 
 Her eye, up-turned to heaven, has lost its fire 
 One hand is pressed to feel her bosom's beating, 
 And mark her lingering pulses back retreating 
 The other wanders o'er her silent lyre. 
 
 Clear rolls the midway sun she knows it not ; 
 Vainly the winds waft by the flower's perfume ; 
 To her the sky is hung in deepest gloom 
 
 She only feels the noon-beam burning hot. 
 
8 A I P I! O . 55 
 
 What to the broken heart the dancing waves, 
 The air all kindling what a sounding name ? 
 O ' what a mockery* to dream of fame 
 
 It only hires us on to make us slaves. 
 
 And Love O! what art thou with nil thy light ? 
 IneO'ahle -joy is round th-e, till we know, 
 
 Thou art but as a vision of the nisjlit 
 Ami then the bursting heart, bow deep its woe. 
 
 " They tell me 1 shall live my name shall rise, 
 When nature falls O! blest illusion, slav ** 
 A moment hopes and joys around her plav ; 
 
 Then darkness bides her faint she sinks and 
 dies. 
 
SONNETS. 
 
 O! THERE are moments, when the dreaming soul 
 Forgets this earth, and wanders far away 
 Into some region of eternal day, 
 
 Where the bright waves in calm and sunshine roll. 
 
 Thither it wanders, arid lias reached its goal 
 The good, the great, the beautiful are there, 
 And wreaths of victory crown their flowing hair, 
 And as they move, such music fills the air, 
 
 As ne'er from fabled bower or cavern stole. 
 
 Soft to the heart it winds, and hushes deep 
 
 Its cares and sorrows. Thought then, fancy-free, 
 Flies on from bliss to bliss, till finding thee 
 It pauses, as the musk-rose charms the bee, 
 
 Tranced, as in happy dream of magic sleep. 
 
SONNETS. 57 
 
 II. 
 
 O ! EVENINO, I have loved thee with a joy 
 Tender and pure, and thou hast ever been 
 
 A soother of my sorrows. When a boy, 
 I wandered often to a lomly glen, 
 And fur from all the stir and noise of men, 
 
 Held fond communion with unearthly things, 
 Such as come gathering brightly round us, when 
 
 Imagination soars and shakes her wings. 
 
 Yes, in that secret valley, doubly dear 
 
 For all its natural beauty, and the hush 
 That ever brooded o'er it, I would lay 
 
 My thoughts in deepest calm, and if a bush 
 Hustled, or small bird shook the beechen spray. 
 There seemed a minisfring angel whispering near. 
 
 III. 
 
 O! THERE are tears of joy, and they are fed 
 
 From the heart's secret fountain, where they 
 
 well 
 
 Like springs in some mysterious cavern's bed, 
 Made holy by the sybil's murmuring spell. 
 6 
 
58 8 O N X E T 8 . 
 
 Forth from the darkling cave they calmly flow, 
 Crystalline pure, to heaven's rejoicing light, 
 And over sifted sands and pebbles bright, 
 
 Down through the sacred grove of laurels go. 
 
 So when my thoughts, long wearied by the rush 
 Of life's too busy cares, would pause and keep 
 Awhile- a sabbath's stillness, and would lay 
 Each passionate longing, then I can but weep 
 Tears, happy tears, in many a sudden gush, 
 And with them all mv sorrows melt awav. 
 
 IV. 
 
 O! WOULD that dreams were not the things they 
 
 are, 
 
 Merc unsubstantial pageants, born and dying 
 With the light sleep that makes them, coming, Hy 
 ing, 
 Like evening clouds, how beautiful and fair. 
 
 O ! they are thinner than the empty air, 
 
 And yet how blessed, when they bend and 
 
 smile 
 How the heart (lows away in rapture, while, 
 
 Dear fond illusions, they are lingering there. 
 
SONNETS. 59 
 
 They have a touch and voice. That bosom, swell 
 ing 
 
 With a young world of joys, how softly heaves : 
 It lifts its gauzy veil, like feathery leaves 
 
 Wav<-d lightly over Yemen's palmy dwelling ; 
 A higher Miss than even hope believes, 
 
 To the fixed eye of slumbering fondness telling. 
 
 I V. 
 
 SHADOWS of hoary forests, solemn haunts 
 Of wild unearthly glooms O ! I would be 
 A dweller in your darkness, and to me 
 
 There I would find all that the spirit pants 
 
 To reach of boundless thoughts. Ye are the fane 
 
 To mightiest musings sacred to the swoep 
 
 Of visions dim but high, emotions deep, 
 
 Such as in breathless rest till then had lain. 
 
 Then go they forth, and from th flowery vale 
 Of life's too joyous spring, among the storms 
 Launch their unfettered wings, till giant forms, 
 
 Born of the tempest, round them fold a veil 
 Of awe and lifting wonder. Such the flight 
 Of the waked spirit, when the world is night. 
 
60 SONNETS. 
 
 VI. 
 
 MY soul goes often wandering to your gl 
 
 And rests beneath your shadow often dwells 
 My spirit in your silence often tells 
 
 Over your opening glades their mingled blooms. 
 
 How, like a vein of silver, steals along 
 
 The mountain brook 'mid ferns and brakes and 
 
 flowers; 
 And how, when all is still in calmer hours, 
 
 Comes floating o'er the hills some artless song. 
 
 Low lies yon narrow vale, and there it strays, 
 The truant stream, to either wooded steep, 
 
 As if to kiss its mossy foot, and plays 
 Now over pebbly shallows, and now deep 
 
 Rests in a sheeted pool, while opening through 
 
 The wide plain melts in soft and shadowy blue. 
 
 VII. 
 
 AM I not all alone ? The world is still 
 
 In passionless slumber not a tree but feels 
 The far pervading hush, and softer steals 
 
 The misty river by. Yon broad bare hill 
 
SOX NETS. 61 
 
 Looks coldly up to heaven, and all the stars 
 Seem eyt'S deep fixed in silence, as if bound 
 IJy some unearthly spell no other sound 
 
 Rut the owl's unfrequent moan. Their airy cars 
 The winds have stationed on the mountain praks. 
 Am I not all alone ? A spirit speaks 
 
 From the abyss of ni^lit, "not all alone 
 Nature is round tliee with her banded |>owers t 
 And ancient genius haunts thee in these hours 
 
 .Mind and its kingdom now an; all thv own." 
 
 via 
 
 DEEP sunk in thought, he sat beside the river 
 Its wave in liquid lapses glided by, 
 Nor watched, in crystal depth, his vacant eye 
 
 The willow's high o'er-arching foliage quiver. 
 
 From dream to shadowy dream returning ever, 
 He sat, like statue, on the grassy verge ; 
 11 is thoughts, a phantom train, in airy surge 
 
 Streamed visionary onward, pausing never. 
 
 As autumn wind, in mountain forest weaving 
 Its wondrous tapestry of leaf and bower, 
 Overmastering the night's resplendent flower, 
 
 With tints, like hues of heaven, the eye deceiving- 
 G* 
 
62 SONNETS. 
 
 So. lost in labyrinthine maze, lie wove 
 
 A wreath of flowers ; the golden thread was love. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Whence ? Whither ? Where ? A taper point of 
 light, 
 
 My life and world the infinite around ; 
 
 A sea, not even highest thought can sound ; 
 A formless void ; unchanging, endless night. 
 
 In vain the struggling spirit aims its flight 
 To the empyrean, seen as is a star, 
 Sole glimmering through the hazv nitrlit afar 
 
 * rt 
 
 In vain.it beats its wings with daring might. 
 
 What yonder gleams? What heavenly shapes arise 
 From out the bodiless waste ? Uchold the dawn, 
 Sent from on hi<rh ! rncounted ages gone, 
 
 Burst full and glorious on my wondering eyes : 
 Sun-clear the world around, and far away 
 A boundless future sweeps in golden day. 
 
THE CONTRAST. 
 
 To his gallant horse the warrior sprung 
 
 They called, but ho would not stay ; 
 . And the hoof of his hurrying charger rung, 
 
 As to battlo he rushed away. 
 She stood aloft on the warder's tower, 
 
 And she followed him over iho plain, 
 And she watched through many a silent hour, 
 
 But she heard not his tramp again. 
 
 They came, when the morning was cold and pale, 
 
 With a warrior on his bier, 
 And his banner, rent like a tattered sail, 
 
 Showed he died not the death of fear. 
 Thev brought him in pride and sorrow back 
 
 To the home he hail left so gay, 
 When he gallantly llew on glory's track, 
 
 And to battle rushed awav. 
 
BALLAD. 
 
 u \VIIITHER away, in thy swift-winged bark 
 
 Over the waters blue ?" 
 * The way is long, and the night is dark, 
 And before the song of the matin lark 
 
 My voyage must be through. 
 
 On Clutha's rock a castle tall 
 
 Frowns over the waters blue. 
 My lord, within that castle tall, 
 In deadly peril holds his all ; 
 
 And my life to my lord is due. 
 
 I have twenty stout and stalwart men, 
 
 As ever tugged at yew. 
 You may search the land, nor find again 
 Twenty such stout and stalwart men, 
 
 Nor twenty hearts so true. 
 
Jl A L L A J> . 05 
 
 And oven' man, by his trusty side, 
 
 Has a falchion keen and new: 
 And .with blades so keen and hearts so tried, 
 Their way to their lord they would soon divide 
 
 A host of leaguers through. 
 
 And hosts of leaguers throng around 
 
 My lord and his vassals few ; 
 And where shall his valiant liege he found, 
 Who would not stand his inch of ground, 
 
 To his lord and his honour true ? 
 
 Many long months they have stood at bay. 
 
 With sword and spear and yew ; 
 And the few the leaguers could not slay, 
 Famine and toil have thinned away 
 
 But firm that noble few. 
 
 To lend our lives to a lord so brave, 
 
 We skim the waters blue ; 
 And we would hurry us over the wave, 
 That noble few to roach and save, 
 
 Though a raging whirlwind blew. 
 
 The wave curls high, and its top is white 
 As the plume of the wild sea-mew ; 
 
C(> A 1. LAD. 
 
 And the bark cuts swift as an arrow's flight. 
 Ami its way is like tbe track of light. 
 Where the falling meteor flow. 
 
 Though dark the night, and the wind blow strong 
 
 As ovor tempest Mow, 
 To Clutha's rock we scud along, 
 And cheer our way with tale and song 
 
 Of the fearless heart and true. 
 
 Then away, away, in my swift-winged hark, 
 
 Over the waters Mue 
 The way is long, and the night is dark, 
 And before the sonjj of the matin lark 
 
 Mv vovage must be through." 
 
SONGS. 
 
 O! Gl'ADALAXARA, 
 
 Thy beautiful river 
 Is rolling on ever 
 Its waters so elear. 
 
 O ! Gundalaxara, 
 
 Thy evergreens, bending 
 Their wide boughs, are lending 
 
 A shadow, how dear. 
 
 O ! Guadalaxara, 
 
 Thy current is /lowing, 
 Like gales softly blowing, 
 
 Or flutes breathing near. 
 
 The town of Pesara 
 
 Stands brightly beside thee, 
 And gay galleys ride thee, 
 
 O ! Guadalaxara. 
 
G8 R o x G s . 
 
 If. 
 
 M r R MURING river, 
 Falling ever, 
 And silent never, 
 
 Thou hurriest by. 
 Now softly flowing, 
 And brightly slowing, 
 And clearly showing, 
 
 Thy waters lie. 
 
 Through meadows bending, 
 Sweet flowers arc sending 
 Their breath, and lending 
 
 Thy wave perfume. 
 The myrtle covers 
 Thy banks, and lovers. 
 As evening hovers, 
 
 Are in its gloom. 
 
 And lilies, swelling 
 \Yith dew, and smelling 
 Of morn, are telling 
 
 Their leaves below. 
 Xo fairest flower, 
 In bush or bower, 
 So takes the shower, 
 
 And scents it so. 
 
SON'OS. 09 
 
 Dark eyes are flashing, 
 And fair hands dashing 
 Thy foam, and plashing 
 
 The bubbles fly. 
 So, murmuring river, 
 Falling ever, 
 And silent never, 
 
 Thou hurricst bv. 
 
 III. 
 
 Music and dances, 
 Smiles and bright glances, 
 Love's happy chances, 
 
 All are at play. 
 Youths with gay sashes, 
 Girls with calashes, 
 Quick as light flashes, 
 
 Foot it away. 
 
 Viols are tinkling, 
 Light feet are twinkling, 
 Snowy veils crinkling, 
 Round as they go. 
 
 7 
 
70 SONGS. 
 
 Soft voices prattle?, 
 Castanets rattle, 
 Love's mimic brittle 
 Mingles them so. 
 
 Now the fiance closes 
 Baskets of roses, 
 Woven in posies, 
 
 Gaily they twine. 
 Goblets are clashing, 
 Amber Ik'hts Hashing, 
 Young lovers dashing 
 
 Beauty in wine. 
 
 All now is over 
 "White mantles hover, 
 Each with a lover, 
 
 Back to the town. 
 None of them misses 
 Sweetest of blisses, 
 Dewy wet kisses 
 
 That is love's crown. 
 
CREEK APPEAL TO AMERICA, 1827. 
 
 ROUSK ye at .a- nation's call 
 Rouse, and rescue, one and all 
 Help, or lilierty shall fall, 
 
 Fall in blood and shame ! 
 
 Shame to him who coldly draws 
 Backward from the nohlest cause 
 Not to him who fights and fa's 
 His a glorious name. 
 
 Sons of more than mortal sires, 
 We have lit again their fires, 
 Or to l>e our funeral pyres, 
 Or our sun of fame. 
 
 Hear ye not the widow's cry? 
 " Help us, or we faint and die- 
 See ! the murderous foe is nigh 
 Hark, the wasting (lame! 
 
72 GREEK APPEAL TO AMERICA 
 
 Whither shall we fly for aid ? 
 Where is now the warrior's blade ? 
 Low the mighty heart is laid, 
 Death alone could tame. 
 
 To the mountain, to the cave, 
 Let us go and weep the brave 
 Better die than live a slave 
 Better death than shame !" 
 
 No forbid it, chosen land ! 
 Open wide thy helping hand 
 Pour thy corn and wine, like sand 
 What is wealth to fame! 
 
 Quick, before the flame expire 
 Feed O ! feed the holy lire 
 Feed, and it shall kindle higher 
 Win a generous name ! 
 
OUR FLAG. 
 
 LIFT, lift the eagle banner high, 
 
 Our guide to fame 
 On ocean's breezes bid it fly, 
 Like meteors wafting through the sky 
 
 Their pomp of flame, 
 Till wide on every sea unfurled, 
 It tell to an admiring world 
 
 Our name. 
 
 O ! proudly burns its beacon light 
 
 On victory's path 
 
 Thro' freedom's dawn, thro* danger's night, 
 Onward, still onward, rolling bright, 
 
 It swept in wrath 
 Still lightning-like, to him who dares 
 Confront the terror of our stars, 
 
 Its scath. 
 
 7* 
 
74 OUR FLAG. 
 
 Still heavenward mounts the generous flame. 
 
 And never tires 
 Does Envy dare insult our name, 
 Or lurking Falsehood brand with shame 
 
 Our buried sires ? 
 The armed Colossus thunders bv, 
 Wide wave our stripes the dastard lie 
 
 Expires. 
 
SPRING. 
 
 Low breathed flic western wiml at close of day ; 
 The bloomy shrubs were bent with heavy show 
 ers ; 
 
 The clouds had hardlv rolled their wreaths away ; 
 They darkly hung, where high the mountain 
 
 towers ; 
 Through flowery vale, the dashing stream 
 
 Leaped spar kingly, in many a fall ; 
 And evening's rosy beam 
 Tinted the forest tall. 
 
 The loving birds were emulous in song; 
 
 The cattle lowed ; on slope of sunny hill 
 Sported the lambs, and wildly raced along 
 The turf that bore its beaded treasures still ; 
 And as they swept, a shower of light 
 
 Flew round, like gems that deck the snow, 
 When morning glances bright 
 On hill and valley flow. 
 
76 S 1' R I N G . 
 
 And gleaming o'er a woo<i-em!>owercd lake, 
 Floated 'mid dreamy ha/e the golden ray ; 
 The rippling wave, in many a yellow Hake, 
 Curled round the dewy rock, and slid away : 
 In rustic boat, his dipping oars 
 
 Attuned to song the peasant boy 
 Gliding by happy scores, 
 lie lull the seasons joy. 
 
 By willowy isle, with silvery catkins bowed, 
 
 He skimmed the sheeted gold, and on my oar 
 Echoed his song, now sweetly low, now loud 
 As when the patriot ode is swelling near. 
 From rock to rock the music rung; 
 
 IJy wooded hill it died along : 
 Light was the heart that sung 
 That wild and woodland song. 
 
 "The buds are now unfolding, 
 
 And gaily swings the vine ; 
 In woods the birds are holding 
 
 Their merry valentine ; 
 On hill, in meadow waking, 
 
 Peep out the blue-eyed flowers ; 
 And forest leaves are making 
 
 A shade for summer hours : 
 And why should not my heart be gay. 
 When all the world is now at play ? 
 
SPRING. 77 
 
 Ami every heart is heating, 
 
 Is heating full with love ; 
 Advancing, now retreating. 
 
 How gently woos the <love ! 
 On topmost hough high swinging 
 
 Ah! there is none so gay, 
 So clear his voice is ringing, 
 
 As merry thrush to-day: 
 An;l I will merrily sing my song, 
 As O\T the lake I skim a 
 
YOUTH RECALLED. 
 
 Ix deepest shade, by fountain sparkling clear, 
 High o'er me, darkly heaved, the forest dome, 
 
 Sweet tones, long silent, 'inch upon my ear 
 They soothe my spirit, like the voire of home ; 
 
 And Mended with them, floats a beam of light, 
 
 Radiant, but gentle, through the shadowy night. 
 
 My heart, that sunk in dim oblivious dream, 
 Wakes at the tones, and feels its life again ; 
 
 My downcast eye uprises to the beam ; 
 Softly untwines my bosom's heavy chain: 
 
 A stream of melody around me flows ; 
 
 Anew the smothered fire of feelin^ glows. 
 
YOUTH RECALLED. 79 
 
 The charm, long lost, is found, and (pishing pours, 
 From fancy's heaven, its beauty, as a shower ; 
 
 The mystic deep casts up its wondrous stores ; 
 Mind stands in panoply of fullest power. 
 
 Heaving with wakened purpose, swells the soul : 
 
 Its harriers fall ; its gathered treasures roll. 
 
 Light covers all around light from on high, 
 
 Soft as the last retiring tint of even. 
 Full as the glow that fills the morning sky, 
 
 Pure as the midmost hhie of cloudless heaven: 
 .Like pillared -bronze the lofty trunks aspire, 
 And every leaf above is tipt with lire. 
 
 And round me still the magic music (lows; 
 
 A thousand different tones dissolve in one : 
 Softer than ever gale of evening blows, 
 
 They blend in harmony's enchanted zone. 
 With pictured web and golden fringe they bind, 
 For higher flight, the renovated mind. 
 
 I feel it round me twine the band of power ; 
 
 Youth beats in every vein life bursts in bloom : 
 All seems as when, at twilight's blissful hour, 
 
 Breathed from the flowery grove the gale's per 
 fume ; 
 
 The laugh, the shout, the dance and then the strain 
 Of tenderest love dissolved the heart again. 
 
80 
 
 YOUTH RECALLED. 
 
 Ye greet me fair, ye years of hope and joy, 
 Ye days of trembling fears and ardent loves, 
 
 The reeling madness of the impassioned hoy 
 Through wizard wilds again my spirit roves, 
 
 And beauty, veiled in fancy's heavenly hue, 
 
 Smiles and recedes before my longing view. 
 
 The light has nYd ; the tones, that won my heart 
 Rack to its early heaven, again are still : 
 
 A deeper darkness broods with sudden start 
 Repelled, my life relapses from its thrill : 
 
 Heavier the shades descend, and on my ear 
 
 Only the bubbling fountain murmurs near. 
 
A VISION. 
 
 "WHENCE dost thou come to me, 
 
 Sweetest of visions, 
 Filling my slumbers with holiest joy ?" 
 
 " Kindly I bring to thec 
 
 Feelings of childhood, 
 That in thy dreams, thou be happy awhile.' 
 
 "Why dost thou steal from mo 
 
 JEver as slufni>er 
 Flies, and reality chills me again?" 
 
 "Life thou must struggle through: 
 
 Strive and in slumber 
 Sweetly again I will steal to thy soul." 
 8 
 
TIIK PORTS WOKU). 
 
 BRIGHT World ! too beautiful for luniinn eye, . 
 Creation of portie thought, in vain 
 I seek thee hero. Thou bendost far away 
 ThV airy <r!)it. Thine arc other suns. 
 And other stars a brightness all thy own, 
 A day self-lighted, and thy iuai;ic uijht 
 Is hut a veil oYr day. 1 sock thro IHTO, 
 When mom in.:; lights the oast, and tips with gems 
 IVt'|> s<'t in waving <^old, lii^h mountain peak, 
 Then tower and tree, and over field and rovc 
 Pours out a llood of pearls, and sheets the sea 
 "With litjuid tlame 1 seek thee, when at noon, 
 Hiirh on his throne, tlie visible lord of liht 
 Kides in his fullest hla/e, and dashes wide 
 Thirk ilaslies from his wheels 1 seek theo, too, 
 AVlien twilight shades the meadow, and the hills 
 Alone are lighted \vlic.i the sky above 
 
with a fading heauty, and below 
 Uncertain Moats the plain nor less when night, 
 ("lad in her s;ihle robe, sits silently 
 Above the slumbering earth, and tltrougti fJif vast 
 Immeasurable darkness, shadowy forms 
 Unhidden eoine and go I seek thee here, 
 And yet I find thee not. In all its change 
 Of time :md season all its shifting scenes 
 Of sun and storm of life new bursting forth 
 In hlossoiny spring, vigorous in inanlv pride, 
 Or ripe lor harvest all of high and bright, 
 Deep and ohsenre the clear expanded areh 
 1'road swe'ping o\r us, or with pietnred ureatlis 
 1 1 ting festively Jit dawn, or heaving fortli 
 ]{|a*k hillowy mountains, like a rliain of Alps 
 Uplifted into heaven wide forest glooms 
 Far stretehing into night, and yawning eaves 
 Where the void infinite opens still retreats 
 Low under sheltering woods, and shady hanks 
 Hollowed in roves, where fountains welling out 
 Freshen the turf and llowers in all its change 
 Karth holds thee not. Thine is a fuller growth 
 Of heauty thine the genial life that springs 
 From the oVr-teeiiiing mind, and heightens all 
 That even here seems glorious. Man, who walks 
 In dignify and grace heroic pride. 
 Or yielding loveliness earth's angel erst, 
 
8-1 THE POET'S WORLD. 
 
 Radiant and pure now sad and dimly fair, 
 Even when brightest -Man is but the shade 
 Of thy Humanity such heavenly forms, 
 As flout amid the stars, and dwell enthroned 
 In light unstained. Thou risest to the eye 
 Of solitary thought, as from the depths 
 Of mountain valleys, when the level ray 
 First paints the aerial rose, uprolling clouds 
 Swell into towering peaks, and glitter bright 
 With all the glow of dawn intenser far 
 In brightness more magnificent and vast 
 In thy extension, and thy several hues 
 And shapes, purer and fairer. Mind in thee 
 Reveals its heavenly spring in thee it tells 
 Its god-like birth not from the trivial play 
 Of blended atoms, but a spiritual flame 
 Warming and kindling into higher life 
 Our perishable frames, here poor and weak, 
 The creatures of decay, obscuring oft 
 Its living beams, and even in dim eclipse 
 Quenching its orb and yet the eye within 
 Still gazes on thee, through the gathered mist 
 Of evil passions, sees thee rolling free 
 In thy unclouded track, and at the sight 
 Hope springs and hurries to thee. 
 
MINNESONG. 
 
 r. 
 
 IN drm waldc m'ize Aon* 
 
 Sir!i< % nt klciniti vo^HIin 
 An l-r hei<I<? blurr.o 
 
 Blujent gein tie* Meicn scliin. LIEHTEXSTEIJC. 
 
 In the \voo<l the littlu 
 
 W;ir!lo s<\v'-t tlu-ir rouiuU-Iay ; 
 On tin- h'uth tlir pn-tty fionris 
 
 I3Ios.soiu in the sheen of Ma}-. 
 
 MAY has come the woods are ringing ; 
 
 Clearer sounds the hunter's horn ; 
 Birds ii every brake are singing ; 
 
 Yellow green the springing corn. 
 
 May has come in field and meadow 
 Starry bloom the virgin (lowers ; 
 
 Broad the maple flings its shadow ; 
 Snowy white the elder bowers. 
 
86 MIXXESOXG. 
 
 Green the slope of yonder mountain, 
 Mellowed to a golden glow ; 
 
 Under feathery birch, the fountain 
 Sparkles in its gurgling (low. 
 
 Orchards redden crimson blushes 
 Tremble o'er the apple boughs ; 
 
 There her young the robin hushes, 
 Still beside her trilling spouse. 
 
 Joy, on glittering pinions driven, 
 Gailv Hits around, above ; 
 
 Glancing kindled earth and heaven- 
 All is life, and light, and love. 
 
 II. 
 
 Ir wanton \nmim rot. 
 
 Sain dm rose, da si hi den lilien stat. VooELWKiDK. 
 
 Ilrr ohet'ks irrvw red as the rose, 
 That I iy the lily blows. 
 
 "TAKE this garland for thy golden hair" 
 So I spake unto a maiden fair, 
 Maid with eyes of love, like heaven's own blue, 
 Thinnest veil of cloud soft shining through 
 "Take this garland 'tis of earliest bloom, 
 Newly plucked, and filled with fresh perfume. 
 
M 1 X X E 8 O X . 8? 
 
 Had I jewel rare, and precious stone, 
 Gems of I ml, O! they were thine alone; 
 Costliest gill for thee were all too poor 
 Take this garland I can give no more. 
 Fairer flowers than these indeed I know ; 
 On the lonely heath alar they Mow : 
 There the violet peeps heside the spring, 
 Coyly peeps, as loving linnets sing 
 Co with me, and we will gather there 
 Fairer, sweeter (lowers to wreath thy hair." 
 Bashfully the maid the garland took ; 
 Like rewarded child, she blushed and shook : 
 Clearest red her eheek, as when the rose, 
 Dewy shene, hehind the lilv blows. 
 Low she bowed, and love-looks sparkled clear, 
 Vndcr silken lashes, through a tear : 
 That was my reward (.) ! then' was one, 
 Holier far, my lips shall breathe to none. 
 
 III. 
 
 Vor (loin waldo, in i-im-iu tal, 
 sank Jiu nahtr^al. V 
 
 'Fore tlw wtxxl, :iwl in a <lu!e, 
 Luvtrly sang the nightingale. 
 
 UXDER the willow, in a meadow, 
 Where the hrook was running clear, 
 
 There was my pillow, dark in shadow, 
 Blossom and verdure springing near. 
 
88 M I X X E 8 O X G . 
 
 Tore the wood, anil in a dale, 
 Lovely sang the nightingale. 
 
 Silent reclining ihe willow under, 
 
 Just as evening laded away, 
 Sweetly shininir, a heavenly wonder 
 
 Uent above me, as there I lay : 
 Liijht her form ; her lace was pale 
 Lovely sang the nightingale. 
 
 Nymph of fountain, in dewy brightness 
 Rising from wave in vest of green ; 
 
 Dryad of mountain, with airy lightness 
 Flitting around the huntress queen- 
 
 All to that heavenly form must vail, 
 
 Smiling as sang the nightingale. 
 
 Then she addressed me 44 O! why dost linger 
 Here in a world that ehnins thy will?" 
 
 Softlv she pressed me with snowy finger 
 Pulse and beating heart were still. 
 
 Lovely sang, in the lonely dale, 
 
 Fainter and fainter, the nightingale. 
 
THE KNIGHT 
 
 rr tnii* von rysrn an 
 Das wi-n* wistT als -in Swan 
 Scin WalTVnrock gal lichtcn 
 
 Di clan* siisso r'ino 
 Pi wrn ! us>okrin 
 
 Pi .lr!!i..r!m,-!*,rm- 
 
 Kyn vil hrrrcliSi-a wip. 
 
 h< ha! of iron on, 
 Tint \v;s \\ljitir tlum a swan; 
 LiJit and l>nglit Ins armour siiono. 
 
 Tin* worthy < % hs i n, 
 
 Th' noMy Ismh-Uirn, 
 
 A wile to hrart most dear. 
 
 WHO yonder rides through wind and rain, 
 
 With plumed helm, and shield, and spear? 
 How licet he dashes o'er the plain 
 
 The distant shelter soon is near. 
 With bearing hold lie scours alonr ; 
 
 lie bends with practised hand the rein: 
 From clash of arms and battle throng, 
 
 To wife and home he turns again. 
 
90 THE KNIGHT. 
 
 He, who so proudly speeds afar, 
 Is the famed champion, Adhemar. 
 
 On gallant steed, in armour bright, 
 
 To serve his kin:* he rode to war: 
 Erect he moved in burnished light ; 
 
 '.Mid crowds his helmet shone, a star, 
 lie couched his lance ; he burst nway; 
 
 His gallop thundered o'er the Held : 
 In dust the bleeding foemau lay ; 
 
 I'nhurt by splintered lance his shield. 
 lie drew his flashing blade and wide 
 Rolled startled back the warrior title. 
 
 The victory won, with glory crowned, 
 
 To wife and home, as country, trti<\ 
 As praise and blessing echoed round, 
 
 Back to that wife and home he flew, 
 Loud bursts the storm : the river swells ; 
 
 He dashes through the roaring wave: 
 Nr field nor flood Ids spirit quells ; 
 
 Life has no terrors for the brave : 
 And now across that sweep of plain, 
 See, see ! the gallant champion strain. 
 
 She gazes from the highest tower 
 The night is dark; the wind is chill : 
 
TIIK KNHIIIT. 
 
 Through midnight's wildest, dreariest hour, 
 With sleepless eye she ga/cs still. 
 
 The hright, tin* pun*, the chosen one, 
 Of nohlest dames the fairest star, 
 
 IM worth, in loveliness, alone, 
 
 Through night ami storm, sat watching there. 
 
 I lark, yonder horn ! lie eouies ! she springs, 
 
 And flics, as if her feet were wings. 
 
 She draws the holt ; the ponderous jrite 
 
 Rolls hack, as from a giant's hand : 
 Quirk falls the hridge sh<- cannot wait; 
 
 Love draws her forth with. magic hand. 
 Tramp! tramp! her Adhernar is n-nr, 
 
 And now she sees his Armour hright 
 His eager welcome meets lier '-MT ; 
 
 He comes : he springs sle clasps her knight. 
 What cares he for the wind or rain? 
 He holds his Yliit again. 
 
LIFE'S DREAM. 
 
 Arh ! dtirfton \vir mit Triinmon nicht 
 
 Die Wirkli.-hkeit vi>rue!n-n. 
 "\Vi arm art Kar!e, (Jlari/ imd l.irht 
 
 d;tHn du Mctuwlirnlflivn? X.W. SciiLEGBL. 
 
 Ah ' mulil wo not rntwin< % 
 Krality with lr-:uns, 
 JIoxv j4>or in rolmir, nlow and light, 
 Wt-rt thoii then, Jluni.in [<ii' ? 
 
 iijio T,r!tons!ast timl-soino 
 \V<-nn nirht ilrr kurzr Trauin <1T LirU- wlin; ? MEYKR. 
 
 "\\1io \votild ln-ar tho lutrtlion and nnptim-ss of life, if the f>!.ort 
 dn-ani ol" l>vo wrro not ? 
 
 Truim vrrsrlwinl<t, 
 Mit ihin drs Lctx/nx (Jliirk. EHXST 
 
 Lifo's dream disappears with it, life's bliss. 
 
 LIGHT and bright the vision plays, 
 Like the evening's fitful blaze 
 
 Over meadow careering along 
 Fairy phantoms hover ; blossoms strow 
 Thick the verdure, as with snow; 
 
 Breathes the elfin's magical song. 
 
LIFE'S DRK AM. 03 
 
 Fair the moon in azure floats, 
 Bend i HIT o'er the enchanting notes, 
 
 As if longing to glide from her sphere : 
 White wings faintly quiver; near and fur 
 Glow-worm twinkles hack to star. 
 
 Lighting a softer galaxy here. 
 
 Sweet hy sparkling' fountain sings, 
 Sweet and elear, as tone that rings 
 
 Pure from Harmony's crystalline throne 
 Sweetly sings a spirit ; still the air 
 Drinks the song its pulses hear 
 
 Far through the night the heavenly tone. 
 
 Peering quick from shadowy glades, 
 Glancing hack to deeper shades, 
 
 Forms too bright and beautiful play : 
 Gentle voices whisper ; snowy doves 
 Circle forth, as sent by loves 
 
 Wheel then on farming pinions away. 
 
 Quick steps hurry to my side ; 
 Round my heart soft touches glide. 
 
 Wreathing fetters of lily and rose. 
 Viewless forms embrace me ; whispers say, 
 " Press the joys not long they stay : 
 
 Comes like a stream the pleasure, and flows/* 
 9 
 
94 LIFE'S DREAM. 
 
 Sweetly dim the trance of love : 
 As through veil of roses wove, 
 
 Steals its purple light to the .soul. 
 Break the magic shunher cold and bare, 
 AVaste and dark, life meets us there : 
 
 Break the dream thou hast withered the 
 vhole ! 
 
THE IIEXLI. (LITTLE WITCH.) 
 
 I lauf no alii Porfrr UM, 
 i such und fn vo HUM z Ifus, 
 und uiird IIMT nit nu Hxli cl.mm! f 
 se \\iinii v*tu iiiiiiune g'suiul. HEUEL. 
 
 I nm through all t 
 1 xiH-k and ask from h< >! to house, 
 Am! if J <!o not find my Hcxli, 
 Then J shall never be well. 
 
 I WHITTLED at a stick one day 
 Twas just to pass the time away: 
 A little girl came tripping }>y, 
 With rosy look and witching eye. 
 
 With artless smile and simple grace, 
 She looked me sweetly in mv face, 
 And said, "That knife is sharp, I ween- 
 Another thing will cut as keen." 
 
THE I! KX 1,1. 
 
 And thon she laughed, and said, "flood-day 
 And like a dream had flown away ; 
 The voice, the look was with me still, 
 When all at once I felt me ill. 
 
 I could not work. I could not play ; 
 1 saw and heard her all the day 
 That witching eye was sharp, I ween ; 
 
 ! that was what would cut so keen. 
 
 1 saw and heard her day and night 
 Her voice so soft. h.r eye so hright : 
 \Vhcn others lay in slum!>er sweet, 
 
 I heard the clock each hour repeat. 
 
 I could not stay and linger so : 
 Like one entranced, away I go ; 
 Through lie Id and forest, far and wide, 
 I seek if there the witch doth hide. 
 
 By hush and hrakc, by rock and hill, 
 Where'er I go, I see her still : 
 The little girl, with witching eye, 
 Is ever, ever tripping by. 
 
 Through town and village, too, I stray ; 
 At every house I call and say, 
 
THE HEX LI. 07 
 
 "O ! can you tell me where to find 
 The little girl that witched my mind T 
 
 I've sought her many a weary mile; 
 Me thought I saw her all the while: 
 Ah! if I can't tin; witch obtain, 
 1 never shall be well again. 
 
THE MAIDEN. 
 
 Kin schlirhtos Mudchcn nnr. 
 
 Kuifarh Miul trvu !nn an-Hio'irncn St untie, 
 
 "War sriiu* \NYlt diess Thai. Si* II INK. 
 
 Only a modest maiden. 
 
 Simple, and faithful l<> IHT native m:\nncrs, 
 
 ^N 'us all her \vurM t!ii.s vali;. 
 
 Solch cini-n G-ist, in rinr>m solchi-n Dlicko, 
 Zcij;l nyr dcin Liirhcln uns. Vu.N FldEDHLUKRC. 
 
 Such a soul, in surh a lxk, 
 Tiiy srnilc aloiu? rcvrals us. 
 
 THROUGH a valley flows a gentle river, 
 Gently flows, with waters deep and elcar; 
 In a flowery meadow, spreading near, 
 
 Silken leaves of slender poplars quiver. 
 
 There a quiet maiden singeth ever 
 Simple melodies of truth and love : 
 Pure and artless as the snowy dove, 
 
 Evil thought hath stained her bosom never. 
 
THE MAIDEN*. 90 
 
 Lovely, too, as rose but half unfolded ; 
 
 Modest as that rose, when bent with dew : 
 Blue her eye, as heaven's own softest hue ; 
 
 Lip as fresh as living ruby moulded. 
 
 Smiles .she hath that tell of sunny feeling 
 Only smiles like hers sueh feeling tell : 
 Touch the chord of grief, and at the spell, 
 
 Tears of love and innocence are stealing. 
 
 Home and parent, kindred, friend and lover, 
 All embraced within this lonely vah 
 All beyond is to her but a tale : 
 
 This her world, and heaven just arches over. 
 
THE POWER OF SOXG. 
 
 SAncm inm'har all lifvctH Ivcka, HEDHORX. 
 The Miss of life is all in son-;. 
 
 Zutirhli vieterki. zaniolkli ptir- \ chory, 
 ' |rilet:li stada. '\i i!.-v. 
 
 Still became the winds, silent the choirs of birtls, nnd sale ly 
 side ihc Hooks reclined. 
 
 Osj dfts ln'tvilningsritro tonrr svrrvrd* 
 MrUnlisk i:ii inu'iu Scrlt-ts stormr hn. 
 Mm ak ' soul .-l-'olsharjM'tis hanruiticr f 
 
 '1'ldt o\Tlo'vi'lr :if li'll** vimlstvul, 
 l\sl alilrii tjvaltc. |KAM. 
 
 And away its full mranin:: tonrs boated im-loiliously throush the 
 stonn< ot tnn. lut ah! lik' tlr harmonics of ihr /Kolian harp, 
 ofti'ii (Irowm-d \>\ tin- hollow Mast, \<-t n'vcr stilU-d. 
 
 IN tlio temple stands the jjoMrn lyre, 
 
 Near the presence of the Denial power ; 
 Round it plays ::n orb of holiest fire 
 
 So it stan-ls, and waits the inspiring hour. 
 Rolls the sun unto his highest throne ; 
 
 Broad he fills the lemple's vaulted shade : 
 Touehed by hands unseen, in solemn tone, 
 
 Rings the harp the winds are laid. 
 
THE POWER OF SON'O. 101 
 
 Slow and full they swell the mystic chords ; 
 
 Stillness, more than awful, fills the air : 
 Mingled with the tones, sublitncst words 
 
 High the listening soul, in glory, hear. 
 Light is all around him ; light and love, 
 
 As on wings, aloft the listener raise : 
 Ever wider heaves tho arch ahove ; 
 
 Fairer heauty round him plays. 
 
 Now they swell the tones, and swells the breast. 
 
 Kindled with the Miss of great design: 
 Faint the music whispers ; hushed to rest. 
 
 Couched on flowers, the passions all recline : 
 Clear the harp resounds ; the spirit's eye 
 
 Keenest glance through nature's wonders throws: 
 Tenderer touches glide, ami silently 
 
 Blest the tear of feeling Hows. 
 
 How hushed the winds! how calm the air! 
 
 The leaf is still on bush and tree ; 
 
 No blossom shakes, and quietly 
 The herd and flock are resting there. 
 
 They feel the soothing power of song; 
 
 A stream of love, it flows along 
 The winds are still ; the sky is fair. 
 
102 THK POWKR OF SO NO. 
 
 IU* mngic shores the vessel glides ; 
 
 Entranced by song, the waves arc laid : 
 Visions of home, forgotten, fade; 
 
 In peace the storm-beat wanderer rides. 
 Smooth sleeps the sea ; serenest day 
 Smiles o'er the ocean far away: 
 
 The power of song has hushed the tides. 
 
 Pale in the west the glow decays, 
 
 That late arose in golden lire ; 
 
 Waked by the touch of soft desire, 
 Through twilight shades the music plays. 
 
 In darkened vale its pulses thrill ; 
 
 Peace broods above the glimmering hill ; 
 His llight the licet ing moment stays. 
 
 It comes the storm, so long repelled, 
 
 In wilder rage again ; 
 Like wintry stream, by barrier swelled, 
 
 Loud bursts it o'er the plain : 
 \Yith gathered might it sweeps along ; 
 
 Like thunder, peals its roar : 
 The .Kolian melodies of song 
 Are lost, amid the wildering throng; 
 
 The Ivre is heard no more. 
 
THE POWER OF SOXO. 103 
 
 A moment's pause tin* tempest feels, 
 
 Ami soil the heavenly tone. 
 As evening hymn from eottage steals, 
 
 Hreathes sweetly faint ami lone. 
 Uneertain, as if thrilled with fear, 
 
 It melts ami dies away: 
 I turn, ami wait with longing ear, 
 And low ami dim it rises near, 
 
 Quick falls it ean not stay. 
 
 Serene and ealm the world of song, 
 A hove the cloud and gale : 
 
 There (lows a sheeted stream along, 
 Through many a silent vale. : 
 
 There ever blue the sunny sky; 
 Spring-warm the wooing air: 
 
 \Vhite iilmy wreaths of beauty lie, 
 
 Alone, in holiest rest, on high- 
 Love dwells forever there. 
 
LAYS. 
 
 MELLOW fades the glow of even ; 
 
 Cool the shadow round the spring : 
 Clouds, by Autumn breezes driven, 
 Stream along the amber heaven. 
 
 Bright and clear as spirit's wing. 
 From the holy shrine of feeling, 
 
 Kindled by departing day, 
 
 IMessed visions llit away 
 Through the pictured forest stealing, 
 
 Hound the magic mountain play. 
 
 Molting with the blue afar, 
 
 Lightly tipped with golden flame, 
 Flashing like the regal star, 
 Sky-o'ercrowned, ascends the bar, 
 Bent around the course of fame. 
 
LAVS. 1 05 
 
 Far it swoops in daz/ling light ; 
 
 Fire-winged coursers urge the wheel ; 
 
 Kchoes wide the ringing stool 
 AVlio ran loll tho full delight, 
 
 Tell tho joy tho champions fool ? 
 
 Soft its diva my shade diffusing, 
 
 Twilight stroains athwart tlio grove, 
 Fills tlio soul with siloiit 
 'J'ill in dovious tranoi's 
 
 All its thoughts, it sinks in love. 
 Soft and still as moonlit ocean, 
 
 Silvor-mirron-d dorp and oloar, 
 
 Hiddon music pulsing war, 
 Glidos it, with unconscious motion, 
 
 Far away to holier sphere. 
 
 Startled hy tho instant flash, 
 
 Breaks tlio flower-en woven dream 
 Thunder rends with deadening crash; 
 "Winds tho mingling hranchcs lash; 
 
 Hursts the storm, like wintry stream. 
 Where is now the musing soul ? 
 
 Nerved to moot the raging war, 
 
 Stern it mounts its iron car: 
 Swift the crushing chariots roll 
 
 Fierce his steeds the warrior bear. 
 10 
 
106 LAVS. 
 
 Far away the pausing thunder 
 Echoes from remotest hill ; 
 
 Faint the rain-drop patters under 
 
 Loaded leaves that bend asunder, 
 As with trickling streams they fill. 
 
 So the still small voice of feeling, 
 '.Mill the din of inward strife, 
 To 'the heart with passion rife, 
 
 Mild as y.fpliyr whispers healing, 
 Breathes, and wakes the soul to life. 
 
 II. 
 
 HARK ! the song 
 
 Floats along, 
 
 Clearly swelling, softly dying, 
 Soft as wind in roses sighing. 
 
 O'er the plain 
 
 Sweeps again 
 
 Sudden hurst of hope and gladness 
 Trembles then the trill of sadness. 
 
 Rock and hill 
 
 Give it still, 
 
 Bright and clear, the sweet emotion 
 Deep and full, the heart's devotion. 
 
LAYS. 1 07 
 
 Shadows fall 
 
 Voices call 
 
 Fondly homo the truant, straying 
 Down the brook in eddies playing. 
 
 Daylight flies 
 
 Amber skies, 
 
 O'er the shadowy mountain glowing, 
 Darken ; yet the song is flowing. 
 
 III. 
 
 THROUGH the wood, in evening's shadow, straying; 
 
 O'er mo arched the houghs, in silent gloom ; 
 Deep in dreamy vision, long delaying 
 
 Fades to night the day's departing bloom. 
 
 Fades the skiey rose, that over mountain 
 Blossomed wide and full in fields of air 
 
 Bloomed in heaven aloft, and low in fountain 
 Shone in softer tints, as pure and fair. 
 
 Darkness veils me round, and voices, gliding 
 Through the murmuring foliage, seem to *ay: 
 
 " Pause, and listen to the spirit's chiding 
 Haste, O ! haste to brighter worlds away. 
 
108 LAYS. 
 
 Mark the last soft tiilt of day, receding 
 O'er the top of yomlor solemn pine! 
 
 So departs the lingering spirit, leading 
 To yon purer chy's eternal shine. 
 
 There await thee all thy heart has cherished- 
 There the early loved, the hoped and gone 
 
 Not a treasure of thy heait has perished 
 All to vonder world of rest have down." 
 
 IV. 
 
 SPEED thee far 
 
 Fancy lends thee her ear 
 
 Over ocean away 
 
 Speed to holier day. 
 
 Ocean's swell 
 
 Bears on its bosom the shell 
 Love shall open the sail 
 Full to the favoring gale. 
 
 Wing of might, 
 Sent from the fountain of light, 
 High on billows of air 
 Thee, in triumph, shall bear. 
 
LAYS. 101> 
 
 Youth shall bring 
 AYine from perennial spring 
 Over the goblet shall shine 
 Halo of glory divine. 
 
 Hound the throne, 
 IJeauty sliall loosen her zone 
 Melting in kindling shower, 
 Spirit shall (ill thce with power. 
 
 V. 
 
 O! THAT I lay on yonder mountain, 
 
 So hint; and lair 
 In shade of rock, hy gushing fountain, 
 
 Aloft in air. 
 
 The cloud and storm might swell below me, 
 
 The thunder roll 
 Yet waves of light should overflow me, 
 
 And warm my soul ; 
 
 And peace, unbroken peace, forever 
 
 Around me piny ; 
 And thought, serene and calm, be never 
 
 Compelled away ; 
 
 10* * 
 
110 LAYS. 
 
 And blush of dawn, and rose of even, 
 My -heart should fill 
 
 Oft with the loveliness of heaven, 
 So bright and still. 
 
 O ! had I but the eagle's pinion, 
 
 Thither I'd soar, 
 And there possess my sole dominion. 
 
 Till life be o'er. 
 
 VI. 
 
 THEY call me they call me, from meadow and 
 
 grove ; 
 They sing to me sweetly of hope and of love ; 
 
 And dove-like and peacefully, over 
 
 My pillow, they hover. 
 
 And they say to me kindly: " O ! hasten away 
 Xo longer in dreamy oblivion stay 
 
 Voting life with its bloom is before thee, 
 
 And heaven is o'er thee. 
 
 O'er valley and mountain, in beauty and light, 
 The world stretches onward, so dewy and bright 
 
 The roses are budding beside thee 
 
 "What joy shall betide thee ! 
 
LAYS. Ill 
 
 The day has awakened, so fresh and so fair ; 
 The clouds float aloft in the warm summer air; 
 
 All nature is swelling wiih gladness 
 
 O ! sink not in sadness/' 
 
 I hear ye I hear ye I will not delay. 
 
 Hut up, and o'er valley and mountain awuy 
 
 Through life, like a bird, 1 will hie me 
 
 Hope never shall ilv me. 
 
 VH. 
 
 "O! REST thee here in silent bower 
 The noon-shut folds its yellow (lower 
 The air shines quivering oVr the hill, 
 And all around is hushed and still. 
 
 On mossy pillow lay thee here 
 A spring, so cool, is bubbling near 
 O! lay thee down a draught I 'II brinjj, 
 So clear and sparkling, from that spring. 
 
 Ah ! tliou a long and weary way 
 Hast travelled through the sultry day 
 Close soft thy eyes, and I will keep 
 Watch o'er thee in thy gentle sleep. 
 
112 LAYS. 
 
 My heart is rich my hand is free, 
 
 However poor and low I he : 
 
 I have hut little in my store 
 
 I give thee all what could I more ?*' 
 
 "Thy cup I drink, and now I close 
 My weary eyes in sweet repose. 
 Thy heart is rich thy hand is free! 
 A print-. -ss, thou shall go with me." 
 
 VIII, 
 
 THE song is still, that over heath and mountain, 
 
 When closed the day. 
 Thro' glimmering wood, !>y sky-empurpled fountain, 
 
 Stole soft away 
 In shady vale, hy stream through roses playing, 
 
 On golden hill, 
 Breathed faint and low, as tenderly delaying 
 
 The song is still. 
 
 The song is still, that clear in morning hovered 
 
 O'er field and grove, 
 When billowy mist the winding valley covered, 
 
 Rocks glowed above 
 
LAYS. 113 
 
 When bleat and bark, from bushy lawn repeated, 
 
 Hose round the hill 
 The joyous song, that light and buoyant fleeted 
 
 The song is still. 
 
 O ! wake the song its notes remembered waken 
 
 My love of home : 
 Spite of my firmer will, my heart is shaken 
 
 J>y thoughts that eome. 
 Thoughts of my early days in frolic measure 
 
 They glide along : 
 The song of youth, to notes of love and pleasure 
 
 O ! wake the song. 
 
 IX. 
 
 is on the hill 
 Hushed the clattering mill: 
 Deeper shadows fall 
 Only mothers eall, 
 Careless as they roam, 
 Laughing youngsters home. 
 
 Now the evening star, 
 Over mountain far, 
 Mild in beauty beaming, 
 On the fountain streaming, 
 
114 LAYS. 
 
 Turns the eye of love 
 To the heaven above. 
 
 Dark and darker spread 
 Shadows o'er the hed 
 Of the woodland lake ; 
 Fainter ripples break 
 On the pebbled shore 
 Evening's breeze is o'er. 
 
 Night is deep and still- 
 Stars unnumbered fill 
 Nature's temple o'er me ; 
 Glides a, light before me, 
 Steals in darkness far 
 "Fis my spirit's star. 
 
 S are rngng ; 
 Maidens singing 
 
 JJy the village tree : 
 Wreaths and banners flying, 
 Youth his vigour trving, 
 
 Joy is wild and free. 
 
LAVS. 115 
 
 Harvest over, 
 Friend and lover 
 
 Hasten to the green : 
 Love with crown of myrtle, 
 Health in forest kirtle, 
 
 Beauty rules as queen. 
 
 Fleetly glancing, 
 Lightly dancing, 
 
 All is laugh and song 
 So till golden even 
 Kindles earth and heaven, 
 
 So they wheel along. 
 
 Bright in gushes, 
 Smiles and hlushes 
 
 Come and (lit away. 
 Harvest now is over 
 So shall friend and lover 
 
 Greet the festive dav. 
 
 XI. 
 
 THE snow is gone 
 The waters run, 
 Through valley rushing, 
 From cavern gushing, 
 
110 LAVS. 
 
 And foam ii 
 
 lit li^ht and song. 
 
 The sky is blue ; 
 The Spring is new ; 
 The luls' are swelling ; 
 The stag is belling ; 
 The lark and dove 
 I? rin life :uul love. 
 
 The woods are green ; 
 In emerald slicen 
 The irrass is springing ; 
 Tln vules are riu.irin^ 
 AVitli bound and liorn 
 Yoiiujr Mav is born ! 
 
 XII. 
 
 GIVE me that fond music, 
 
 That charmed my heart so sweetly 
 
 Softly breathed its numbers, 
 
 Deep to my inmost soul. 
 The light-winded dunce obeys it; 
 
 The maidens trip it featly; 
 All darker passion slumbers ; 
 
 Full tides of gladness roll. 
 
LAYS. 117 
 
 Still the sound is flowing, 
 
 Like summer brook at even, 
 Over pebbles leaping 
 
 In sparkling joy along. 
 The wind is faintly blowing; 
 
 The clouds are bright in heaven ; 
 The spirits there are keeping 
 
 A festival of song. 
 
 Wake the sounding viol ! 
 
 Dark eyes, with speaking glances, 
 Kindle high with pleasure, 
 
 As rings the well known strain. 
 With easy gliding motion, 
 
 Involved in graceful fancies 
 Of light uncertain measure, 
 
 Responds the mimic train. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 MoRxixo is lightest, 
 
 Only when heaven is fair. 
 Beauty is brightest, 
 
 Only when virtue is there. 
 11 
 
118 LAYS. 
 
 Crystal of fountain, 
 
 Foam from the heart of the sea, 
 Snow of the mountain, 
 
 Virtue ! are emblems of thee. 
 
 Beauty ! we lend thee 
 
 Blossom and gem of the mine : 
 Stars, too, attend thee ; 
 
 Thine are the rose and the vino. 
 
 Flowers by the fountain, 
 
 Mirrored below in the spring; 
 
 Gems on the mountain, 
 
 Studding the snow as a ring 
 
 Clearest and whitest 
 
 Soften by veiling their glow : 
 Fairest and brightest 
 
 Onlv are loveliest so. 
 
 XIV. 
 
 Tis dawn 
 
 The rosy light is breaking ; 
 To song the birds are waking ; 
 And starr>' beads are shaking 
 
 Along the grassy lawn. 
 
LAYS. J19 
 
 Tis noon 
 
 Blue rise the hills before me ; 
 Pure swells the azure o'er me; 
 And radiant blossoms pour me 
 
 The balmy breath of June. 
 
 *Tis even 
 
 Gay clouds, like curtains, lie 
 Athwart the golden sky; 
 The wind goes whispering by, 
 
 Like soothing voice from heaven. 
 
 Tis night 
 
 The world how hushed and still ! 
 Dim towers the shadowy hill; 
 Earth's guardian spirits fill 
 
 Their urns with holy light. 
 
 XV. 
 
 JOY ! Joy ! 
 The long dark night is past ; 
 
 The weary way is done ; 
 Bright o'er the mountain, fast 
 
 Ascends the cheering sun. 
 
120 LAVS. 
 
 Joy! Joy! 
 My heart revives again ; 
 
 My soul new lights its fires ; 
 I speed along the plain, 
 
 With hope that never tires. 
 
 See! See! 
 The well known hill is nigh ; 
 
 The spin' poplars rise ; 
 The brook is winding by ; 
 
 There still my cottage lies. 
 
 Hark! Hark! 
 What welcome sounds of home ! 
 
 I know their meaning well : 
 Far, far my foot may roam, 
 
 Yet deep and strong their spell. 
 
 Hark! Hark! 
 The longing heifer lows; 
 
 Shrill barks my faithful Tray : 
 His master's tread he knows, 
 
 And see ! he bounds away. 
 
 Shout! Shout! 
 The goal, the goal is nigh ; 
 
 My love is at the door : 
 We run, we leap, ve lly ; 
 
 We meet to part no more ! 
 
LAVS. 121 
 
 XVI. 
 
 FAINTLY breathes the maiden's song 
 Through the twilight grove : 
 
 Softly sweet it steals along 
 'Tis the song of love. 
 
 Evening slumbers hushed and still ; 
 
 Mute the hum of day : 
 Only winds the gurgling rill 
 
 Under flowers away. 
 
 Whispered voices echo far 
 Through the shadowy vale ; 
 
 Glimmers by a twinkling star 
 Dian's crescent pale. 
 
 Fade in darkness bush and tree ; 
 
 Rock and wood grow dim : 
 Wide o'er pi-' in and silent sea 
 
 AVavering phantoms swim. 
 
 Still the maiden's murmured song 
 Trembles through the grove ; 
 
 Steals, like spirit's breath, along 
 Tis the song of love. 
 
122 LAYS. 
 
 xvii. 
 
 I.v sheeted gold the river glides 
 By rock with forest crowned ; 
 
 Deep mirrored in its crystal tides, 
 Bright swell the hills around. 
 
 High over yonder mountain wall, 
 That darkly girds the west, 
 
 Broad (lashes liht heaven's airy hall, 
 Arid stream on ocean's hreast. 
 
 Shot upward as a furnace flare, 
 Day's funeral fires ascend ; 
 
 Then fading through the hazy air, 
 The softer colours blend : 
 
 And as each fleecy cloud they stain, 
 Filling the sky with bloom, 
 
 The freshening breeze along the plain 
 Wafts from the flowers perfume : 
 
 And wakened by the gentle hour, 
 
 From garden thicket flows 
 Love-music, worthy of its bower, 
 
 Its sheltering bower of rose. 
 
LAYS. 123 
 
 It steals along in softest tone, 
 
 The siren melody 
 I sit and drink the song alone ; 
 
 My spirit then how free ! 
 
 XVIIL 
 
 SITTIXO by a meadow brook, 
 
 In the month of June, 
 Once a short repose I took, 
 Just at sunny noon. 
 
 Blossoms, many tinted, shone 
 
 O'er the meadow far ; 
 But one blossom stood alone, 
 
 'Mong them all a star. 
 
 Once it seemed a full blown rose ; 
 
 Golden lily then : 
 Wreaths of snow-drops now unclose ; 
 
 131ooms the rose again. 
 
 Who can tell the wondrous flower 
 
 Flower that reigns alone ? 
 lie, who beauty's magic power 
 
 O'er the heart has known. 
 
124 LAYS. 
 
 XIX. 
 
 I low gentle the water's motion 
 How silent the silver sea 
 
 The moonbeam sleeps on the ocean, 
 How calmly and peacefully! 
 
 My bark, on the mirror gliding, 
 Seems borne by spirits along, 
 
 Or in tremulous stillness riding, 
 Deep fixed by the siren's song. 
 
 Uri'jht quivers the sea before me, 
 Like gush of furnace in flow : 
 
 The stars are glittering o'er me^ 
 Bright glitter the stars below. 
 
 What voice faint uttered is stealing 
 In silence along the sea ? 
 
 It wakes my inmost feeling 
 Thou fairest, it leads me to thec. 
 
 XX. 
 
 THE night is still on meadow and silvery fountain 
 The moonbeam sleeps, like innocence cradled in 
 love : 
 
LAYS. 125 
 
 \Vith softened smile, it rests on the snow of the 
 
 mountain, 
 And tints the sky, like wing of ethereal dove. 
 
 A cloud sails by, with lightest and easiest motion, 
 Now bossed with pearl, now shining with purple 
 and gold 
 
 It glides away, like vessel afar on the ocean, 
 And spirits of bliss seem home on its silvery fold. 
 
 A gentle wind, with fragrance of jessamine laden, 
 Steals faintly on, as longing for calm and repose, 
 
 And with it steals the lingering song of the maiden, 
 Whose lonely heart, is lightened by song of its 
 woes. 
 
 O ! list the c?ong if beauty and innocence ever 
 Have touched thy soul, thy heart will respond to 
 the strain. 
 
 The voice of love, of sorrow and longing, will never, 
 In soothing tones, he lost to thy spirit again. 
 
 XXI. 
 
 OVER hill and plain and mountain 
 Speeds away, on pinions strong, 
 
 Norvod with life from holy fountain, 
 Far away, the soul of song. 
 
126 LAYS. 
 
 O'er it swells the arch of heaven, 
 Boundless areh of softest blue 
 
 Round it rise the hulls of even, 
 Hung' with every gorgeous hue. 
 
 To the spirit land of wonder, 
 Clouil-concealed, it speeds afar, 
 
 Borne on wings of rushing thunder, 
 Sounding like the tempest car 
 
 Rolling high, like ocean surges, 
 
 When the midnight Typhon rings 
 
 Hollow as a nation's dirges, 
 
 When the Almighty vengeance stings 
 
 Deep and full as torrent pouring 
 
 From a wasted Alp of snows- 
 Awful as a Volean roaring, 
 Ere its fiery deluge flows 
 
 Yet as stream in shady valley, 
 
 Gurgling low through grass and flowers ; 
 Evening wind in garden alley, 
 
 Brushing dew from lilac bowers ; 
 
 I 
 
 Mellow horn, as twilight closes, 
 
 Winding through the slumbering grove; 
 
LAYS. 127 
 
 Maiden heart, by hedge of roses, 
 Murmuring faint its lay of love 
 
 Yet so soft their echo lingers 
 Round the tranced listener's car, 
 
 Sweet as, struck by fairy lingers, 
 
 Breathes the wind-harp, dim and clear. 
 
 On by keenest longing driven, 
 
 Speeds away their eagle flight, 
 Till the magic cloud-wall riven, 
 
 Dazzling pours a sea of light. 
 
 Then as beams the land of wonder, 
 
 Bursting from its cloudy veil, 
 Anthem tones, like peals of thunder, 
 
 Bid the new inspirer hail. 
 
 XXII. 
 
 FROM rock rebounding, 
 Through wood resounding, 
 In changeful echo is ringing 
 
 The early horn, 
 
 And Youth from his couch is springing, 
 To greet the morn. 
 
128 LAYS. 
 
 The bright beams quiver 
 On lake, and on river ; 
 The dew from the forest is falling, 
 
 In starn' light ; 
 
 And Spring on her train is calling, 
 To wing their (light. 
 
 Young Day ! we hail thec 
 Gay clouds half veil thee, 
 As over the dewy mountain 
 
 Thou ri.sest fair : 
 Beneath thy smile, the fountain 
 High sparkles there. 
 
 Glad songs attend thee ; 
 New blossoms lend thee, 
 By fairy touch unfolded, 
 
 Their first perfume, 
 And delicate hands have moulded 
 Their varied bloom. 
 
 Joy hovers by thee, 
 And Health is nigh thee 
 A mem- dance is bounding 
 
 Before thy car ; 
 
 Their songs, aloft resounding, 
 
 Are home afar. 
 
LAYS. 129 
 
 I rim to meet tliee 
 With song to greet thee : 
 Thy handmaid, Beauty, around me 
 
 Her loosened zone 
 
 Has flung, and laughing has bound me, 
 To be her own. 
 
 12 
 
SLAVONIA 
 
 PART I. 
 
 [Tlio fnllowinir srrios of Sonnets is appliraMo to thr four Irsui- 
 ins !'ran-h-s of tlw Slavonic ran-, namely: tin* first two, to 
 tlu* Russian : tin- tliinl, t> the Srrviaa ; th fouitK, to tin- 1'olisli; 
 Hml the fifth, to tin- Uu 
 
 I. 
 
 Mal*nkv knlik w tni\vki* zflrnoy 
 S iniloy |vi!nr/.'koy t:u?i otdyrliart ; 
 
 lllu!i ii. i \virtc7.ku> spit. KAIJAMSIX. 
 
 Tlirr* 1 , i!i tin- un-rn sirass, sftly rrjKs's, 
 Cloxr |.\ fns 'i'ar littlt- !ov- iriL*. tin- ronv ; 
 Tin r' tin 1 l>v- slrrs <n: thr lumuh. 
 
 Nr.AR Moskva's strrnni, tlinui^h hcatli and forest. 
 
 jrUjlinjr, 
 
 Deep in a river vale, l>y inoalw groon, 
 Embowered in leec-li, a lonely /liureh is seen, 
 Like timid lawn in dewy thicket hiding. 
 
 .Al-ove its roof, a Grecian erosslet, shining, 
 Points to the pious serf his heavenward way; 
 Around it spreads, hestrown with hlossoms <jay, 
 
 The field, where wearied hearts are safe reclining. 
 
S L A V O XI A . 131 
 
 O'er swelling graves, the l>onnding rahhit plays ; 
 
 All breathes of peace and gentleiiemi around ; 
 
 Light steals the maiden l>y ; subdued each sound; 
 Rven fainter glances there the evening Ma/e. 
 
 There, nestling side hy side, at twilight's close, 
 
 Soft cuo the hilling doves, and then repose. 
 
 II. 
 
 Tarn wili'l nory n:ul Mo?niiu f 
 
 I Kpras/iwal. kotiny wirk 
 
 Z:istul i-li w m..!"-|,.s'i sus/rzicli. DMITIUKV. 
 
 TlH-ri 1 I saw |HV* in*' mountains, 
 A ntl I ask-l 4| tin-in, what c:iitury 
 Met them in their youth. 
 
 INSIMKIXO Spirit! thon art every where 
 The forest, and the desert ; ocean's hreast ; 
 The ice-peak, where the condor htiilds his nest ; 
 
 The plain ; the hill ; the vale thon still art there. 
 
 'Tis not alone on /ion's holy height, 
 
 Nor on Parnassus, thon hast reared thy shrine: 
 Thy kindling voice and energy divine 
 
 Are felt in realms of old Cimmerian night. 
 
 Hy Volga's princely stream, thy fiery car 
 
 Uplifts the gifted soul, that owns thy sway, 
 Aloft, above the gilded dome of Tzar 
 
132 8 LA VON' I A. 
 
 O'er boundless steppes and dusky wilds away, 
 O'er castled hill, when? reigns the proud Hoyar, 
 Free, amid slaves, he mounts to meet thy day. 
 
 Trrprtiu li nowi wrnri na na*7.oj *na*7.i * 
 Wijc li s- mien li;irj;ik na<! tnihiii kitniiHii ? 
 J(>ll Zlirawo k. ill /. ! II'M> JMM! l|tl.u!o/.V<l tin ' 
 
 N *K. Sitr. PJKMM. 
 
 TrnnMo not ww-wovm c:irl:un!s thrrr n our sislrr? 
 \Vavrs not tli oriniMn lianu-r ovi-r iln Np-uiMor '. 
 l ii-A strong t!u* lajj!'-^ray UIK!T lh* bnii^riMiiii ? 
 
 " WHAT is tliat ilcwcuifiiig yonder mountain ? 
 
 Waves the At^a's erimson (lar afar ? 
 
 Comes the Turkish wolf to vvaije us war? 
 Or does shepherd lead his flock to fountain ? 
 
 Yonder see the weddinjj-hanner living 
 Garlands waving in tin maiden's hair 
 O ! how tall and slender, fresh and fair " 
 
 So the long expectant train is crying. 
 
 Give this happy day aloose to joy 
 
 Glad the heart with instrument and song 
 Flit, with maiden dear, in dance along 
 
 Let nor care nor thought your hliss annoy ! 
 Under slavery's chain the hosom swells 
 There, the fount of gentle feeling wells. 
 
SLA VON I A. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Piekny to wjdok Cr.ertomelik'i, 
 
 Sto uyMp pr/er/.'iiely Dniepni 
 
 Jlr/o/a sii' kapie w k:i/Myin Mrmnykti, 
 
 SlyHiac s/wn tr%ciny ( sl\vika pienie. SI.OWACKI. 
 
 How Itcniitiful this view f C7. > rt<in > !ik ' 
 
 'I'll'- I >nu ]>!'< streams <!i\i'!- n (iMiidrcil ishirxls ; 
 In every stream the dirrlt tree <!i;is its hraneliew ; 
 VVe Jii-ar tin* innriii'ir in:- renl, ami ni^lit-tir<! \\.ir!-Iiii'4. 
 
 STILL Sprinjj returns, ami scatters wiilu its roses; 
 TlH3 nightingale in l<;afy thicket iiiK s 
 Ami heavenward mounts the lark on (juiver- 
 injj win^s ; 
 
 In flowrry pomp tho silent plain reposes. 
 
 Nature is still the same, unchnnjrinjj ever ; 
 She hrin<rs her fjilts with each retiirninw year, 
 Ami lavish pours her horn of plenty here, 
 
 Hy castled hill and silver-sheeted river. 
 
 Still, lordly Dnieper rolls as wild and free, 
 
 As when the Polish hanner graced its shore 
 That banner waves alonjj its hanks no more ; 
 
 Through isles as green it seeks the I'ontic sea. 
 Nature is ever free! Why should the brave 
 And noble heart of Poland sink a slave f 
 12* 
 
134 S I, A V O N I A . 
 
 V. 
 
 (*<!i. ma inila. L'<!I do Irsa ; 
 1 *oijwry * K % !I rosa : 
 Kosyczka tf" pirkn.i ljl:, 
 
 Iv'o-'i- i! i nj r.i-m uvn i. 
 
 Hmlr K) 7.jt mos;' iini.i O,KJ*K. NAR. 
 
 <>, my l*arrMt, t4> tin* w<i! ; 
 Si-r it siill ilir ! i^ ih.-rr: 
 l^vi-ly is tin- rnrly ! w ; 
 In it iirows tlu- nisriniry ; 
 Tlmu slutlt on It Itvr, liiV love. 
 
 Bv Mtiltlava trips a rosr-lipjxMl maiden 
 
 SIio has crowiuvl lu-r hat with Miiitiiiior flowers : 
 Krosh ami i!\vy as tlu I;U|M! Hours, 
 
 There she trips aloti, with hlossoms laden. 
 
 How the valley with her voirt* is riiiiii;, 
 Kike the rvriiinij soiMjstrr's, slt and clear; 
 In lier happy eve a sparkling te:ir 
 
 Slic a simple Cheskian lay is sinoinir. 
 
 O ! how strong the U>v< ofeouufry glows 
 In the peasant's heart, when. all is jjono, 
 Kinj and state, his lanp;ua^e left -done, 
 
 Blooming still, as over graves the rose. 
 
 From his hosom pours the stream of .song, 
 Full, in artless melodv, alomj. 
 
SLAVONTA. 
 
 PART 11. 
 
 RUSSIA. 
 I. 
 
 Nirxto ' no Ty wo iitnif wijar4 
 
 WHirz-MtMMiii Twoi. li <Mrol; 
 
 Wo mine NIIII;< r/.oVr/.'ai'M/.. 
 
 Kuk sol mi? w Illlloy kaplir wo.!. DKR7.HAVIN. 
 
 Nolliini! ' 'wit ihou sliinrst in im- \vjtli lh- in:ij-sy f f}vpo!. 
 IH-H.H; in me tlu>u inia^-.st lliy.srll, lik,- tin- un in a httlr lro|> of 
 walrr. 
 
 STII.I. lurns th proplii'l's fin T ns whm of olil 
 Klijuli nilliMl, on ('urnifK on tin' nauir, 
 Tin- our sol<? iianif% and sr< ! it mounts in flame 
 
 Just on the limits of eternal cold. 
 
 Pure, !>ri^Jt. ami full it swells a sac-roil jjlw 
 Rolls <MT tlie spotless wilderness of snow, 
 And floating flakes of crystal Imrn as g;ms, 
 Worthy to shine in angels' diadems : 
 
1 36 8 L A V O N I A . 
 
 And then, in sounding tones, come thoughts of 
 
 power, 
 
 Full of sublimity ami truth and awe 
 Thunders in majesty the unyielding law ; 
 
 Relenting grace descends in healing shower. 
 
 We feel as nothing in the infinite : 
 
 We Icel (hat infinite within our souls 
 Away the cloud of douht and darkness rolls ; 
 
 Our spirits stand, assured and free, in light. 
 
 II. 
 
 prli \vy Husk'iV- do!.ry' iimlmlry ! 
 
 Nadirwaytr \vy saMi vvostryia, 
 
 t'zto idrt zUxliry n;t stualujtl Rust. SllfLRI'XlKov 
 
 IIi\v ! !>rav Russian youths, 
 
 (Jird ymr s\vt>nls so kvn. 
 
 For your luly land tho fin- invades. 
 
 NOT tlje trumpet calls to fight 
 Louder calls the patriot T/ar. 
 
 Strongly nrmed with sword and right, 
 We rush to war. 
 
 Treads the Frank our holy land, 
 Hy the world-invader led 
 
 Soon we make the ruffian hand 
 Its gory bed. 
 
8 I. A V O N I A . 1 37 
 
 Moscow's fire, an altar flame., 
 
 Lights us through a waste of snow- 
 On, through ice, w< % chase the jame 
 With fervid j^low. 
 
 Louder than the trumpet's peal, 
 Kinr* the voice of patriot T/.ar 
 
 With fierv hearts ;ind flashing steel, 
 We rush to war. 
 
 8 Kit VI A. 
 
 I. 
 
 : wa!'ii rarstxvo, 
 A nrU-sko u \vt-k i <lo urka. X. S. P. (T/.AR LAXAR.) 
 
 Sjnal! and transient is an r.irtlilv kingdom, 
 Itu* tin* lifav>n!y is now anil ever. 
 
 " Go forth, and ask no Messing on thy sword 
 (o forth, and rush uj>on the turhaned ioe ; 
 Strong he the hand, that deals the deadly Mow; 
 
 That hand shall scatter wide the Turkish horde. 
 
 Thine shall he earthly power and fame ; hut know, 
 The :ites of Heaven shall ever on thee close- 
 in vain, for thee, the stream of mercy (lows; 
 
 For thou hast chosen thy good, thy all below. 
 
.' 8 I. A V O X I A . 
 
 Pause on the field, anil hem! thyself in prayer ; 
 Yielil reverently unto thy (od ami Lord; 
 Listen the hopes and terrors of his \vord ; 
 Thou thou shalt fall thy hetter lot is there 
 Thy crown shall he in II raven." lie knelt and 
 
 prayed ; 
 
 He inarched and fought, and low in death was 
 laid. 
 
 II. 
 
 SrMi wirzii : /a wjmi ris/.fiun.vku, 
 1 za slawii imma Srjntktiga ! .V S. P. 
 
 Cry tin- SrrviatiH : fr tin- faith of Christians, 
 Aiul tin' .clory of tin 1 nainr of StTViw ! 
 
 l 
 
 FOR faith am! fame : he that the cry 
 We have our pride, and we our fame- 
 Heroes of high and mighty name, 
 
 On thousand fields of battle liv*. 
 
 Long centuries we in arms have stood ; 
 Have kept our faith, when others fell: 
 The Turk might crush ; he could not 
 
 Our covenant we have scaled in blood. 
 
I, A V O N I A . 
 
 Our land is free the cross alone 
 
 Shines oYrour vales, ami crowns our bills 
 Tlit* peasant reaps tin* soil he tills; 
 
 The Moslem vultures far have flown. 
 
 Again they ronn* likr c'louds of ni|^ht f 
 Tlirv hani^ alonj^ yon mountain's lro\v. 
 Kiso, Servians! ! hrrni'M, now 
 
 This !> th^ last and fatal li 
 
 Hark to the rliarjji? ! their Allahn 
 It rinjjs, not ours it rin^s tlirir knell. 
 
 Rush to the shork, and hurstin^ through, 
 L-ave not a Turk tlie tale to tell. 
 
 POLAND. 
 
 !' m olilat 
 Juk w mu'M'M', kton> ralkifin wy'ij" 7.ar./;i f 
 
 >firKIK\V 
 
 Now, Mark-\inu'Ml vulturrs Imvrr ov 
 AM HI u t\\n, l>y wiistiia' planur ronsoiiH 
 \Vavi i-.vrr lum-rjil-1'anin r.s on tin- walls. 
 
 THOU stnndest ns a castle, on n rock, 
 Dismantled, dark the hospitahle llamc 
 No longer lights its halls ; unknown to fame, 
 
 The simple shepherd shelters there his flock. 
 
1 tO SLA VOX I A. 
 
 With tniwpet-peal its gilded arches rung; 
 
 l-'orth from its juntos, the lordly champions rode 
 IJannered ami helmed, tin* .lax/ling torrent flowed 
 
 On tower ami keep, the royal standard hung. 
 
 A tiro has swept along those festive halls; 
 ISroken and toppling, reel the hlaekened walls ; 
 
 The voice of love and hope and joy is gone. 
 Like funeral-llajjst, th< raven spreads his \vitijs ; 
 In rhainluTs, once the proud ahode of kinj^s, 
 
 Now dwell the lizard and the owl alone. 
 
 II. 
 
 Zomsta pospicrh r<!7.i. 
 Juz* p<^jecha!i NiocKioh Hog j>n>w;u!zi. SLOWACKI. 
 
 Already they are gone may CUM! conduct them. 
 
 VENGEANCE calls yon! quick, he ready 
 Rouse ye, in the name of (od. 
 Onward, onward ! strong and steady 
 Dash to earth the oppressor's rod. 
 
 Vengeance calls! ye brave, ye brave! 
 Rise, and spurn the name of slave. 
 
S L A V O N I A . 
 
 Grasp I]M* sunn! ! its edge is keen; 
 Seize flic gun f its Nail is true ; 
 
 Sweep your land from tyrants clean 
 
 Haste, and scour it through and through 
 Otiward, onward ! vengeance cries. 
 Kush to arms the tyrant Hies. 
 
 Uy the souls of patriots gone, 
 
 Wake arise your fetters hreak ! 
 See ! Koscius/ko hids you on 
 Hark, Sohieski erics, awake,! 
 
 Ivise, and front the despot O/ar 
 Ivise, and dare the unequal war. 
 
 Vengeance calls you ! quick, he ready 
 
 Think of what your sires have heen. 
 Onward, onward ! strong and steady- 
 Drive the tyrant to his den. 
 
 On, and let the watchword ho : 
 Country, home, and liberty ! 
 
 13 
 
142 SLA VOX I A. 
 
 UOHKMfA. 
 I. 
 
 \Vynstla mnif I'jia ruo?.Y, en j:i trim! 
 Ml!t>ua!a SMU Wrnclirzka, \% > inilouaT n 
 
 . N\R. 
 
 Full for ni* the rose has ot*'w<K !mt I will not plurk tlir roxp ; 
 1 have iiivrn my In-art to \\Vnsiy, l.ut I'll Kv- tin- youtli no HMro. 
 
 THK rose now Mooins '\vitli love my !>osom heaves; 
 
 It fades and \\ illiers sorrow chills my !u*urt : 
 The cold rains trickle o'er the faded loaves- 
 
 Tears from their secret fount unhidden start. . 
 
 The dewy morning rises fresh and fair 
 Hope comes again to wake my love am-w : 
 
 \Yith hlooms of May the maiden wreaths h<r hair ; 
 Joy swells my heart, as swells the rose with dew. 
 
 Thus (lows the Cheskian song the song thus flows, 
 In Servians vales, on Russia's houndlcss plains, 
 Hy Visla's hanks, unfettered or in chains, 
 
 "NYhere'cr tlie pure Slavonian spirit glows. 
 Ages have rolled away, yet still remain 
 The seeds, that time and force have crushed in 
 vain. 
 
KLAVONIA. H3 
 
 II. 
 
 K<!' >rti Ho/*) 
 
 A 7.akm;i -h>. /I/.K . 
 
 Vr warriors of CUM!, sml of his law. 
 
 A HOLY feeling leads them on ; 
 
 For (MM! their swords they draw: 
 Their chief, the fearless champion 
 
 Of (lod, and of his law. 
 
 Not theirs, the strength of mortal fight 
 Keligion nerves their hands: 
 
 They lift their arms for truth and right ; 
 For faith, each warrior stands. 
 
 The ardent hymn, the solemn prayer, 
 
 Instead of trump and drum, 
 Toll to their enemies : " Hewarc ! 
 
 The sacred legions come." 
 
 With brow serene and steady eye, 
 Firm foot and measured tread 
 
 " I hiss !" bursts at once the battle cry 
 "His blood for truth was shed." 
 
144 81. A VON! A. 
 
 And loud, as pealing thunder, breaks, 
 From thousand hearts, their liytnn : 
 
 Headlong they rush earth 'ncath them shakos- 
 Smoke rolls the day is dim. 
 
 " Huss !" swells tlie cry, and Xi/.ka's shout 
 
 Kings through the roar of war. 
 The foe recoils he hreaks in rout, 
 
 And scatters wide and far. 
 
 " Glory to God !" the victory song 
 
 " Praise him the field is won. 
 Ho only makes the warrior strong. 
 
 His will his will be done !" 
 
TEUTONIA. 
 
 [Under this head ! grouped ft number of pieces, which, by the struc 
 ture of their verse, if not by their sty!*' and manner, are, in char 
 acter, German. The stanza, in each, is funned on th' model 
 indicated liy tlie inutto prefixed. In the third and fifth, the rhythm 
 of the air is observed, nil hT than that of the original verse.] 
 
 HOPE. 
 
 IIofTnung, IIofTniing, immer griin HERDER. 
 Hope, Hope, forever green 
 
 DARK before me lies my way: 
 
 Not a blossom by it springs ; 
 
 Not a bird, on sunny wings, 
 Hovers round, and tunes bis lay. 
 On it stretcbes, wild and lone ; 
 
 Cbill tbe wind is whistling there ; 
 Gone tbe light that early shone ; 
 
 Vanished long, the young and fair. 
 
TKTTONIA. 
 
 As with heaving heart, I tread 
 
 Silent onward, heaven uncloses; 
 
 Hope descends on clouds of roses ; 
 Instant all my gloom lias lied. 
 Like an overs \\ riling river, 
 
 Kouwl her flows a stream of light : 
 Radiant pinions o'er it quiver; 
 
 Countless joys are there in flight. 
 
 But a moi'ient drirk again. 
 
 Dark anl ilreary, slmts the sky: 
 
 Heavy eiouds ahove me lie; 
 Round me clings an icy chain. 
 O ! could hut a single ray 
 
 Cllcam from cottage lamp or star, 
 Then, along my lingering way, 
 
 I could seek my home atar. 
 
 Hark ! what low and distant note 
 
 JSoltly through the gloom is stealing? 
 With it comes a voice of healing; 
 
 Sounds of heaven around me float. 
 
 Light, like vernal dawn, ascending, 
 O'er new wakened hcauty plays ; 
 
 Flowers, with feathered foliage blending, 
 Tremble in the golden blaze. 
 
TKHTONIA. 147 
 
 Soiin MIP ftootlting voire i* still ; 
 
 f 'roods tli* 1 silewr of the j^rave : 
 
 OVr ?w shades of rypress waver; 
 Darker fi-ars my liosorn fill. 
 Tims must ever In- my 'loom 
 
 !,ii'ht afiil SOMJ; a mornr it s}irfj ; 
 Thru ? rloiu! iif iliTjM-r <;!')fjii 
 
 I'ollrfl, lik? torn-nf, oVr !iiy Ii'-arl. 
 
 " JMTI ti-o on n M\v*'ct- 
 
 I l|ii', Mir yomii* 1 :md lov-!v -VT, 
 I'rr.-iflii-s tin- sonu shrill |r:ivr m 
 
 " SjM-i-il ||MM-! soon ihv iiiyht. has Mown 
 
 All tin- li^'ht, thr |ov, th" hli.ss, 
 l/i-r in liolic.st vision (iv'ii, 
 
 In a fairt-r worl'I than this, 
 
 <!rM?t thro soon ihv horn^r is 
 
 SKATING. 
 
 Wir j.'l'-it-n, o flrii!-r, rnif frolili^hrrn Sinn 
 Aul .Sl-rn-M_^-{i!il. ii il.i-i !. MTI it.iiun. ifKRDKR. 
 
 \V- ^'liH*-, O* l)roffior<, in rh'-f-rful play, 
 O'-r starry fi.-M.i, turo'Jgii li!- away. 
 
 WE spofd o'er the star-lighted mirror alonir, 
 
 And the wood and th* mountain re-echo our sonsr. 
 
M8 TKUTOXIA. 
 
 As on, liko tho wing of the eailo, we swoop, 
 Xo\v gliding, now wheeling, we ring oYr the (loop. 
 Tho winds whistle keenly tho rod chork is warm, 
 And there's none, who would yiold not his breast 
 to tho storm. 
 
 Tho stars aro ahovo us, so full ami so bright, 
 
 And tho mirror holow us is gemmod with ihoir light. 
 
 Liko tho f:ir-whooliug hawk, in iho niid air wo My; 
 
 A sky is ahovo us holow us a sky. 
 
 As onward wo lido in our raoo, wo koop time ; 
 
 And oloar as tho morning hell, oolioos our chime. 
 
 By pino-covorod rook, and by willow-hound shore, 
 Breast ovon with breast, liko a torrent we pour. 
 Short, quick aro our strokes, as we haste to the 
 
 mark. 
 
 And shrill is our cry, as the trill of tho lark. 
 The iroal is now reached, and wo bend us away, 
 \Vide wheeling, or curving in fanciful play. 
 
 How fondly I loved, when my life-blood was 
 
 young 
 When buoyant my heart, and my limbs newly 
 
 strung" 
 When the friends of my childhood were round me 
 
 and near 
 O'er the dark lake to sweep in our sounding career; 
 
TEUTON' I A, Ml) 
 
 Awl high heat my soul, with enthusiast glow. 
 As n clear-ringing music was pealing below. 
 
 We heeded no danger we carelessly flew 
 O'er n deep, that in darkness was lost to our view; 
 And onward we rushed, in the heat of our strife, 
 As, o'er danger and ruin, we hurry through life. 
 So we sped in our flight, as on pinions along. 
 And the wood and the mountain re-echoed our song. 
 
 THK CHARGE. 
 
 Wohl.-vjf Kamrrailm. aufs 1'frnl, ftufs Pfi*nl ! 
 IiiK'FYM, in h- Fivyhi-it SCHILLER. 
 
 Aronsr y\ inv contrail's to lior*', to horse! 
 To -I tic firlil, ami to frvlm, iulvaiH'in^. 
 
 THE horn and the trumpet are ringing afar, 
 
 As the summons to hattle is sounding; 
 Ami the steed, as lie eatehes the signal of war, 
 
 In the pride of his spirit is hounding. 
 Shrill it echoes afar, over hill and o'er plain, 
 And the wide distant mountains repeat it again; 
 And the shout of the warrior, and nearer the song, 
 Peal aloud, as the glittering hands are hurrying along. 
 As on, on, on, on, pours the tide of fight, 
 Still aloft floats the tossing flag, in the glance of 
 morning's light. 
 
1 50 TEUTON* IA. 
 
 We leap to our saddles, we range us in line, 
 
 As the voice of the trumpet is calling. 
 O'er the crown of yon ridge, bright their drawn 
 
 sabres shine ; 
 
 Down its slope, like a flood, they arc falling. 
 " Give the spur to the charge ere the foe man is 
 
 nigh: 
 
 Rush amain, as the forest rings loud with your cry: 
 Speed on to the shock, in his midway career 
 For our sires still wore first in light; they never 
 
 thought of fear !" 
 
 So on, on, on, on, o'er the sounding plain, 
 To the wild conflict fierce they rush, and together 
 dash amain. 
 
 THE WILD HUNTER. 
 Es kam dio NaHit grzojren SriiRKiBER. 
 
 WHAT gloomy shapes are bending, 
 
 In darkness, o'er the plain ? 
 The distant hills ascending, 
 
 Behold ! they sweep amain. 
 The rock and the forest re-echo the sound 
 Of horn and of trumpet, of horse and of hound- 
 Hurra ! with horn and hound, 
 The rocks and woods resound. 
 
TEUTON* I A. 151 
 
 lie hurries on affrighted, 
 
 The wanderer, through the gloom. 
 Alone by flashes lighted, 
 
 lie hurries to his doom! 
 Then it rolls from afar, like the eehoing peal 
 Of the storm, and the mountain tops quiver and 
 
 reel 
 
 The quivering mountains reel, 
 As hursts the echoing peal ! 
 
 "And whither art thou flying, 
 
 Thou wanderer, on thy way ? 
 The heavy wind is sighing, 
 
 And see, the lightnings play." 
 
 " But hark, from the heart of the deep-rolling eloud, 
 The horn of the huntsman is ringing aloud 
 From the deep-rolling eloud, 
 The horn rings long and loud." 
 
 " And why so wildly straying ? 
 
 Seest not, on yonder height, 
 Around the white walls playing, 
 
 The mellow evening light ?" 
 " In terror I haste from that castle away ; 
 There wildly the hounds of the dark hunter bay 
 The hounds there wildly bay ; 
 In fear I haste a way !" 
 
1 52 T E U T O X I A . 
 
 " Unreal dreams affright thec ; 
 \\ild visions liniin! thy soul. 
 AVouldst thoti 'mid rocks hcnight thce, 
 
 When near flu; thunders roll '?" 
 
 " The stooils arc in chase, ami the hay of the houiul, 
 KOCH scenting my track, is now ju-aliti^ around 
 Tin* hollow hay of hound 
 Peals awfully around !" 
 
 In wild despair retreating 
 
 Hefore tin* gathering host, 
 Through rock and forest lleeting, 
 
 lie mutters lost! lost! lost! 
 
 Then the storm hursts ahove him with echoing peal ! 
 And around him the troops of the wild hunter wheel 
 As hursts the echoing peal, 
 Around they dash and wheel ! 
 
 And swift the host, advancing. 
 
 Beneath their thundering tread, 
 The rocks and trees are dancing; 
 
 Their hlades flash keenly red. 
 The woods how he fore them ; the dill's crack, and 
 
 pour 
 
 Their avalanche prone, 'mid the rush and the roar 
 The dill's loud crackling pour, 
 Amid the rush and roar ! 
 
TEUTON IA. 153 
 
 TTow sweetly dawns the morning! 
 
 The fearful night \% gone. 
 YUM chapel bell its warning 
 
 Kings faintly all alone. 
 
 On the bree/e, as it curls over meadow and lake, 
 Breathes the voice, of tlu; liinl from her nest in the 
 
 I) rake, 
 
 'Ami floating far away, 
 Welcomes the peaceful day! 
 
 THK HUNTER DEATIf. 
 
 Irh ha!* -inf Wi-^<- so Nrhrnurk t.n! nc-tt ScimtnT. 
 
 I AM a boM hnntor my hunt is wide ; 
 
 I mount in tin- morning, and swift I ride ; 
 
 O'er vale, o'er hill, I speed away, 
 
 Arid pause not, rest not, through the long, long day. 
 
 My string is of sinew, my how is long, 
 And sharp is my arrow, my arm is strong : 
 I point my shaft with deadly aim ; 
 It whi//es, pierces then it hums like flame. 
 
 And I have a carabine, slung on my hack 
 It rings through the forest with startling crack ; 
 14 
 
1 51 T E U T O X I A . 
 
 Like thunder crash, it echoes round, 
 
 And jarring, quivering, 'neath it shakes the ground. 
 
 And sure is the foot of my coal-black steed ; 
 Ever onward he rushes with lightning speed : 
 lie snufl's in every wind the prey, 
 Then high exulting, wildly bursts away. 
 
 And keen is the scent of my well-trained pack ; 
 Through wood and through thicket they keep the 
 
 track ; 
 
 The game his subtlest nrt may try 
 It aids not, boots not ; quick the hounds are by. 
 
 I sound, on my clanging horn, his knell, 
 And fiercely they answer with howl and yell : 
 They plunge through swamp, they dash through 
 
 Hood, 
 Yet wilder rages, hot, their thirst for blood. 
 
 One hound is jet black, and I call him War ; 
 
 And his strong limbs arc spotted with wound and 
 
 scar ; 
 
 His eye is red like coal, its fire, 
 Arid ever sleepless, burns his demon ire. 
 
 Another close follows, with hoarser din, 
 Coarse-featured and shaggy I call him Sin : 
 
T K U T O X I A . 1 55 
 
 Blood-shot his eye his froth is blue, 
 
 And drips its venom thick, like poison dew. 
 
 Another is sallow, and gaunt of limb; 
 
 His lips are pale, and his eye is dim : 
 
 I call him Famine hut he is strong, 
 
 And swift, yet silent, sweeps, like night, along. 
 
 So with twanging bow, and with clanging horn, 
 
 To dusk of night, from break of morn, 
 
 On coal-black steed, 1 speed away, 
 
 And pause not, rest not, through the long, long day. 
 
 THE BARD. 
 Was hor' ich draussen vor dorn Thor GCETHE. 
 
 THE bard sits lonely in the hall, 
 His cherished harp beside him. 
 
 From friend so dear, whatever befall, 
 No moment can divide him. 
 
 Erect and calm, he sits alone 
 
 The only friend, he feels his own, 
 His cherished harp beside him. 
 
106 TEUTONMA. 
 
 A pageant throng now fills the hall- 
 There beauty darts her glances, 
 
 And mingled voices joyous call 
 For song and wine and dances. 
 
 He sits apart from all the train 
 
 The song and dance invite in vain ; 
 Unfelt are beauty's glances. 
 
 The present has no charms for him 
 The distant only wakes him. 
 
 Where hoarv eld lies dark ami dim, 
 A living spirit takes him. 
 
 Unbidden to life's banquet, he 
 
 Wide wanders, all alone, yet free, 
 As ancient glory wakes him. 
 
 The song is swelling in the hall, 
 Loud music clangs around him, 
 
 When quick, as touched by lightning, fall 
 The chains that silent bound him. 
 
 lie throws his hand athwart his strings ; 
 
 A clear sweet tone, preluding, rings ; 
 His Genius hovers round him. 
 
 The song is hushed ; the clang is still ; 
 
 Spell-bound, they pause to hear him : 
 He bends and sways their hearts at will ; 
 
 Entranced they gather near him : 
 
T E U T O X I A . 1 57 
 
 Full-toned, yet soft, his measures roll ; 
 They fill with deep delight the soul : 
 They cannot choose hut hear him. 
 
 Tin; hard has gone his song is o'er, 
 
 Yet still he sits hefore them. 
 lie wakes his magic harp no more; 
 
 Its tones still hover o'er them. 
 Away In; wanders, sad and lone 
 Still sits he there, as on a throne, 
 
 Erect and calm, hefore them. 
 
 14* 
 
SONGS. 
 
 I. 
 
 THK HOATMAX. 
 
 OUR oars keep time 
 
 In merry chime, 
 As light \vo pull to the shore. 
 
 Uy green-wood tree 
 
 My home I see 
 So heave ! lor our voyage is o'er. 
 
 The golden day 
 
 Now fades away, 
 And red uprises the moon. 
 
 The water-flake, 
 
 Along our wake, 
 Is lost in darkness soon. 
 
 And west, afar, 
 The evening star 
 
8 O X O 8 . 1 59 
 
 Looks over the curling lake ; 
 
 And hark ! my ear 
 
 The shore is near 
 Can hear the ripples break. 
 
 The window-light 
 
 Now greets my sight 
 My wife is waiting there. 
 
 Along the strand 
 
 I see them stand 
 My hoys, so gentle and fair. 
 
 So pull away 
 1 hear them say : 
 " Sec ! yonder, lather has come." 
 The window is bright 
 
 r? 
 
 A happy night 
 There '11 be in the boatman's home. 
 
 II. 
 WINTER EVENING. 
 
 THE fire is burning eheerly bright, 
 The room is snug and warm ; 
 
 We keep afar the wintry night, 
 And drive away the storm ; 
 
160 
 
 SONGS. 
 
 And when without the wanderer pines, 
 
 And all is dark and chill, 
 We sit securely by the fire, 
 
 And sparkling glasses fill. 
 
 And ever as the hollow wind 
 
 Howls through the moaning trees, 
 Strange feelings on the hod ing heart 
 
 With sudden dullness seize : 
 Hut brightly 'blazes then the hearth, 
 
 And freely ilows the wine ; 
 And laugh of glee, and song of mirth, 
 
 Then wreath their merry twine. 
 
 We think not how the dashing sleet 
 
 Beats on the crusted pane ; 
 We care not though the drifting snow 
 
 Whirls o'er the heath amain : 
 But haply, while our hearts are bright, 
 
 Far struggling through the waste, 
 Some traveller seeks our window's light, 
 
 With long and fruitless haste. 
 
 Hark his halloo ! we leave the fire, 
 
 And hurry forth to save : 
 A short half hour, and he had found, 
 
 Beneath the snow, a grave. 
 
SONGS. 161 
 
 Pile on the wood feed high the flame 
 
 Bring forth our choicest store ! 
 The traveller's heart grows warm again ; 
 
 His spirit droops no more. 
 
 III. 
 EVENING. 
 
 THE evening star is sparkling bright, 
 
 And in darkness fades the rosy light : 
 
 How sweetly shines that evening star, 
 
 Bright twinkling o'er the hills afar. 
 
 The last expiring gleam of day, 
 
 The mellow twilight, steals away ; 
 
 But soon, with full and silver light, 
 
 The moon walks forth and cheers the night. 
 
 What softer feelings through mv soul, 
 What tender, sweet emotions roll ! 
 Though the light of day is gone, is gone, 
 My love still burns as brightly on : 
 And beneath the moon I rove along, 
 And low I hum my own dear song ; 
 Away 'tis floating on the air 
 O ! will it reach my fair, my fair ? 
 
16*2 SONGS. 
 
 IV. 
 
 O! THE days of blooming youth are gone 
 How swift the years are hasting on ! 
 My eye has lost its lustre bright ; 
 My flowing locks arc thin and white. 
 The blissful moments would not stay ; 
 Like dreams, they glided quick away : 
 But still in memory they remain ; 
 Those happy hours are young again. 
 
 And O ! may they be ever there, 
 
 As dear to me, as sweet and fair ; 
 
 And even till life's last sand is run, 
 
 O ! may they flow as brightly on. 
 
 Mv eve crows dim ; my pulse beats still ; 
 
 Life's winter waxes dark and chill : 
 
 But still youth's dreams are fresh and bright ; 
 
 Still burns as pure love's holy light. 
 
 v. 
 
 O ! HOW softly sweet the song is flowing, 
 Softly flowing through the mellow air, 
 
 Kind refreshment on my heart bestowing, 
 
 Waking thoughts that long had slumbered there. 
 
SONGS. 1 63 
 
 Then fond memory sweetly loves to bring me 
 Scenes, that still forgotten long had lain ; 
 
 Youth's emotions, bright arid joyous, \ving me 
 Lightly to the heaven of love again. 
 
 And its earliest blossoms have not faded 
 
 Still they fill around the sunny air; 
 And with bower of heavenly rose is shaded 
 
 Still the spring of joy that bubbles there. 
 
 ! when softly sweet the song is flowing, 
 Ever glides from me my spirit's chain. 
 
 Then I mount, with youth's lirst passion glowing 1 . 
 Lightly to the heaven of love again. 
 
 VI. 
 
 THE night is dark ; the hollow wind 
 Is breathing faint and low : 
 
 Though loth to leave my love behind, 
 Perforce away I go. 
 
 Away o'er mountain, and o'er moor 
 My guide, no friendly star ; 
 
 Xo window light, to lead me o'er 
 The heath, that spreads afar. 
 
1'U 
 
 Though dark the night, a darker shade 
 llanos heavy round my heart. 
 
 I low deep it sank, as eold she said 
 Those bitter words : ** We part ! M 
 
 " We part, and, ay, forever too : 
 My love for tliee has gone." 
 
 I turned, and hade no last adieu, 
 IJut wildly hurried on. 
 
 O ! on through sleet and driving rain, 
 
 Still let me ever haste; 
 Day hreaks not on my heart attain, 
 
 Life lies forever waste. 
 
 Away o'er mountain and o'er moor, 
 Though eold the gusty wind : 
 
 No light to cheer me on hrfore 
 Hope, love, all left behind ! 
 
 VII. 
 
 O ! COME, loved Spirit, come to me : 
 My heart, my heart, invokoth thoc. 
 Though dark and cheerless broods my night, 
 Thy presence fills it all with light. 
 
80 xc. s. 165 
 
 O ! come, loved Spirit, gently come ; 
 O! make beside my heart thy home: 
 Look on iw with endearing smile 
 That look shall all my woes beguile. 
 
 O ! be thou ever, ever nigh ; 
 Bend on me thy complacent eye : 
 Then shall my heart swell up to thee, 
 My soul be large, my spirit free. 
 
 Hear me away, through sun and star, 
 To worlds of softest light afar: 
 Then bid my wearied evelids close, 
 On pillowed flowers, in blest repose. 
 
 WIFE ! I am dying 
 Life is departing 
 Soon I must leave thee- 
 
 Soon I am gone. 
 O ! wilt thou weep me, 
 When I have left thee ? 
 O ! wilt thou weep me, 
 
 When I am gone ? 
 15 
 
1 GG SONGS. 
 
 If I have ever 
 
 Wronged thee or grieved thec, 
 
 O ! now forgive me,. 
 
 Ere I am gone. 
 Sadly I rue it 
 Thou wilt forget it 
 O ! then forgive me, 
 
 Ere I am gone. 
 
 Darkness is round me 
 Dimly I sec thee 
 Life is just closing 
 
 oon I am gone. 
 O ! thou wilt weep me 
 Truly wilt weep me 
 Yes, thou wilt weep me, 
 
 When I am uonc ! 
 
 IX. 
 EVENING. 
 
 THK evening star now sparkles bright ; 
 
 Full shines the rising moon ; 
 And fleetly fades the rosy light 
 
 Around the horizon. 
 
SONGS. 1 67 
 
 The bosom swells with holy joy; 
 
 The heart heats soft and low : 
 No longer care ami pnin annoy ; 
 
 Unchecked the feelings flow. 
 
 The meadow hrook now dances light ; 
 
 Its wave shines silver clear: 
 The stars arc dancing strangely bright, 
 
 Along yon azure sphere. 
 The nightingale her melody 
 
 Trills lightly from the brake; 
 And trembling floats, in harmony, 
 
 The moonbeam on the lake. 
 
 The lovelorn maiden listens long, 
 
 As trills the melody: 
 Her tender bosom feels it strong ; 
 
 Her tears are flowing free. 
 She fondly thinks her lover then 
 
 Is serenading nigh ; 
 And sadly sweet in dreams again 
 
 She sees him standing by. 
 
 O ! evening is the time for me ; 
 
 He thine the garish day : 
 My spirit is so full and free, 
 
 As fades the light away. 
 
168 SONGS. 
 
 My bosom swells with holy joy ; 
 
 My heart beats soft and low ; 
 Ami Ibmlly then, without annoy, 
 
 My gentler feelings ilow. 
 
 X. 
 AWAKK, MY LYRE. 
 
 AWAKE, my lyre, awake ! 
 
 Breathe aloud the choral strain ; 
 From thy heavy slumber break ; 
 
 Wake to life and joy again. 
 
 Hark! how on thy trembling strings 
 Songs of hope and love rebound ; 
 
 Brushed as by an angel's wings, 
 How the vocal chords resound. 
 
 Now thy long deep sleep has llown ; 
 
 Spirit burns along thy wire : 
 How the swelling peals roll on, 
 
 Full, instinct with living fire. 
 
 O ! be silent never more ; 
 
 Soar to day's eternal blue ; 
 Through the solemn midnight pour 
 
 Notes that fall like starrv dew. 
 
SONGS. 109 
 
 As on eagle's pinions, take 
 
 High to heaven thy sweep again 
 
 Light and music o'er us shake, 
 Like a shower of golden rain 
 
 Awake, my lyre, awake! 
 
 Breathe aloud the choral strain. 
 
 XI. 
 
 HUXTIXO SOXO. 
 
 6 ! SEE how the red-deer boundeth, 
 
 As lie hear* the horn in the morning 
 lie leaps, as the blast resoundcth, 
 In his flight the hunter scorning. 
 And away, away, ()! away, 
 
 lie lltH'ts through the forest drear: 
 Tis more wild freedom's play, 
 
 Than the hurried speed of fear, 
 lie leaps, as the blast resoundcth, 
 
 In his flight the hunter scorning; 
 And away, away he boundeth, 
 
 As he hears the horn in the morning. 
 
 Then oho! oho! oho! 
 Away to chase the deer 
 
 Oho ! oho ! oho ! 
 The free, the free are here. 
 15* 
 
1 70 SONGS. 
 
 And on, through the forest fleeting, 
 
 lie hies to the rook-built fountain. 
 And hoars but the echo retreating 
 
 To the dolls and glens of the mountain. 
 He stands by the welcome spring, 
 And looks in the mirror below 
 When hark ! through the green-wood ring 
 
 The horn and the loud oho ! 
 lie leaps, as the blast rosoimdoth. 
 
 In his flight the hunter scorning ; 
 And away, away lie boundetb, 
 
 As he bears the born in the morning. 
 
 Then oho ! oho ! oho ! 
 Away to chase the deer 
 
 Oho ! oho ! oho ! 
 The free, the free are here. 
 
 XII. 
 MEMORY. 
 
 0! WHEN* Memory brings her light, 
 
 And sweetly calls me home, 
 Swifter than the swallow's flight, 
 Bright visions to me come. 
 Such fond Memory brings 
 On her golden wings 
 O ! she brings them with her light, 
 And sweetly calls me home. 
 
80X08. 171 
 
 Visions, veiled in roseate light, 
 
 Then gently round me throng : 
 Softest tones of young delight, 
 
 
 
 Sweet tones, forgotten long. 
 Melt into my soul, 
 While with hlest control, 
 Hopes and fancies, starry bright. 
 Mingle in the song. 
 
 Memory, he thou ever near 
 To glad me on my way : 
 Thy light to greet, thy voice to hear, 
 O ! I woidd fondly stay. 
 Days that knew no shade, 
 Ah! they never fade 
 Beams, from heaven's eternal yenr. 
 Still lightly o'er them play. 
 
 XIII. 
 TIIK GERMAN EMIGKAXTS SONG. 
 
 O! DEUTSC it LAND, our good Fatherland, 
 Where grows the vine, along the Rhine ; 
 
 Where far the Alpine summits stand. 
 And o'er the free-born Switzcr shine ; 
 
 Where bright thy southern summer glows, 
 
 Thy northern winter sleeps in snows : 
 
172 SONGS. 
 
 Thy pine-clad hills, thy heaths of sand, 
 All linked hy I'nion's golden hand. 
 Thou art our Fathers' Fatherland. 
 
 O! IVutsehlnnd, hhie-eyed Herman's home 
 
 Thou, earliest five, thy liherty 
 Hast sent, where'er the Saxon roam ; 
 
 Earth's new-horn freedom sprang from thce. 
 First o'er thy woods it dawned, nor yet 
 Has there its pure clftilgence set : 
 
 On to the west still rolls the day, 
 
 O'er ocean holds its heavenward way ; 
 
 Its Fatherland, still thou for aye. 
 
 My Country! Home, where first I heard, 
 Full, deep and strong, the Patriot song ; 
 
 First learnt to lisp the saered word, 
 As pealed the hell thy vales along 
 
 Still with thee, faith and honour dwell ; 
 
 The oath we swear, we keep it well : . 
 Nor needs our faith so strong a token : 
 A grasp of hand, a pledge just spoken, 
 Sure as our hearts, is never hroken. 
 
 ! Deutschlanil, our own Fatherland,. 
 
 Though distant far, Thou, like a star, 
 Beamcst on us from the Frisian strand ; 
 
 Our hearts, our loves, still centre there : 
 
SONGS. 173 
 
 Still we behold the purpling- vine, 
 Full clustered, crown the noble It him*. 
 O ! may thy sons, by valour manned, 
 With earnest soul, and strenuous hand, 
 Strike lor thee, sacred Fatherland! 
 
 XIV. 
 THE HARPER. 
 
 THE harper once in Tara's halls, 
 
 Rung loud the martial strain ; 
 Nor were those full and stirring notes 
 
 Struck by his hand in vain. 
 They roused the sons of Erin, far 
 
 To drive the invading foe ; 
 They fired the heart, and nerved the hand, 
 
 To deal the avenging blow. 
 
 In vest of green, the harper sat 
 
 Beside the royal throne ; 
 The golden chain, that slung his harp, 
 
 In pride around him thrown. 
 Wide through the halls his music rang, 
 
 And warriors leaped to hear ; 
 Drew the bright sword, and shook it high, 
 
 And tossed the beamy spear. 
 
174 SOXGS. 
 
 But Tara's halls arc seen no more ; 
 
 In ruin low they lie : 
 The green turf o'er them weaves its sod ; 
 
 The weeds there mantle high- 
 Ami Erin's sons no longer leap 
 
 To hear their harp's wild tone : 
 The light, that o'er their country shed 
 
 Its beams from heaven, has lluwn. 
 
 And sadly now the harper wends 
 
 To other realms his way : 
 lie seeks a freer, happier land, 
 
 Where Britons bear no sway. 
 Then welcome here, with generous cheer, 
 
 The minstrel, wandering lone ; 
 And let us ever hold him dear, 
 
 And prize him as our own. 
 
 XV. 
 
 THAT strain o' music greets my ear, 
 
 Like joys o' days departed, 
 When ilka morniu' dawn'd sac fair, 
 
 An* fund me lightsome hearted : 
 It tells o' loves that ance I knew, 
 
 O' een that shone sac clearly, 
 An* all ! it minds me o* the voice 
 
 0' her I loe'd sac dearlv. 
 
soxos. 175 
 
 It minds me o' the welcome, when 
 I met her aft at gloamin : 
 
 O 
 
 It minds me o' the sweet fareweeJ, 
 When we had lang been roamin*. 
 
 It s her sang I ken it true ; 
 
 \ae ithcr voice could breathe it ; 
 
 Nane wi' sic artless melody, 
 Sac woodland wild, enwreath it. 
 
 Flow gently on, thou sweetest strain ; 
 
 My heart is fain to hear tliec. 
 My loves I'll never know again; 
 
 They dwell in heav'n a' near thee. 
 An' yet the hopes o' ither days 
 
 Dawn, as thou breathes! round me. 
 My spirit bursts to light an' lifo, 
 
 Frae sorrow's chain that bound me. 
 
 Thou stealest to my inmost soul, 
 
 An' charm'st awa my sadness. 
 The clouds, that heavy round me roll, 
 
 Now break, an' a' is gladness. 
 O fly na' yet ! wi' lang delay, 
 
 Still fondly linger near me 
 Blest voice o' joy an' comfort, stay ! 
 
 I'll never tire to hear thee. 
 
1 76 SONGS. 
 
 XVI. 
 Ax' hac ye heard the bonnic birds, 
 
 That sing sae sweet i' the birken sh.iw ? 
 
 ye may tell o' your nightingales 
 Thae bonnic birds outsing them a'. 
 
 An' ye may tell o' the minstrels too, 
 
 Wha tune their harps in bower an' ha' 
 
 1 better loe the bonnic birds, 
 
 That sing sae sweet i' the birken shaw. 
 
 Xac cushat ever saftcr croods, 
 
 Ainang the woods, her dyin' fa\ 
 Nae lav'rock louder lilts at morn, 
 
 When inountin' high to heaven's ha*. 
 Xae gloamiri win' aye sighs sae low 
 
 Mang autumn leaves in birken shaw : 
 Nae pibroch mang the mountains rings 
 
 Wi' fu'er swell its gatherin' ca'. 
 
 An' wha can be the bonnie birds, 
 
 That sing sac sweet i' the 'lirken-shaw ? 
 Twa bonnie lasses be thac birds, 
 
 An' they might sing in palace ha' ; 
 Ac bonnic lassie sings sac sweet, 
 
 Yc feel the tears unbidden fa' ; 
 But tither starts yc to your feet, 
 
 An' stirs ye high, she sings sae braw. 
 
soxos. 177 
 
 XVII. 
 THE SPIRITS' LULLABY 
 
 WHE.V the night is still, 
 On die moonlit hill 
 We sink in soft rcj>ose ; 
 While the cool winds sigh, 
 And the rivulet nigh 
 In mellow music flows. 
 Then, as in dreams we float in light along, 
 Sweet round us breathes from heaven a cradle song: 
 Slumber! slumber! Angels watch you nigh 
 Slumber ! slumber ! Spirits, gathering by, 
 Sing thoir lullaby. 
 
 
 
 Hushed to slumber deep, 
 
 Softly then we sleep, 
 And happy is our dream : 
 Forms of beauty rare 
 Float along the air ; 
 Their eyes how kindly beam. 
 Then, as we listen, harps around us play ; 
 Gentlest of voices bid us come away : 
 Hither hither, where the heavens are bright 
 Hither hither, to this world of light 
 
 Hither take your ilighi.. 
 16 
 
ITS SONUS. 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 SOFTLY flow, thon gentle river, 
 
 Through the vale where dwells my love 
 Tell her, 1 am constant ever ; 
 
 Nought from her my heart can move. 
 Bear this rose-leaf on thy hnsoin, 
 
 I mane of my constancy : 
 AVaft it safely to her cottage ; 
 
 Tell her it was sent hy me. 
 
 She will fondly stoop to gather 
 
 From thy wave the welcome leaf, 
 Press it to her lips, and smother 
 
 Liirhtly so her swelling grief. 
 Murmur faintly, as she takes it : 
 
 "Faithful lover sent it thee 
 Be the treasure to thee ever, 
 
 linage of his constancy." 
 
 XIX. 
 
 ONCE I saw, in pride of beauty, 
 Full unveiled, a golden (lower. 
 
 Sweetest perfume flowed around it : 
 It was evening's winning hour. 
 
8 O X G S . 171) 
 
 I approached the splendid blossom, 
 Kissed its bosom softly swelling; 
 
 But no odours breathed around it, 
 
 Though it seemed their chosen dwelling. 
 
 By this blossom bloomed unseen, 
 
 Low in sbade, a milder (lower ; 
 Pale its check, and wet its eye, 
 
 Bathed in evening's dewy shower. 
 
 O'er the lonely (lower I hung; 
 
 Thence the sweets that filled the air : 
 To that gentle (lower 1 clung 
 
 Pale, yet seemed it more than fair. 
 
 XX. 
 
 OXCE, in the heart of a desert, 
 
 Blossomed a rose-bush unseen : 
 Only the sands were around it ; 
 
 Nou glit but its leaf was there green, 
 Ever, at evening and morning, 
 
 Trickled its (lowers with dew ; 
 And then, in light circles, round it 
 
 Fondly a nightingale flew. 
 
1 so x a s . 
 
 Over the sands stn.yed a pilgrim, 
 
 Lost in the .midst of the wild, 
 When on his faint eye, at evening. 
 
 Sweetly the rose-hlossom smiled : 
 Sweetly the nightingale wooed him, 
 
 l : nder its shade to repose ; 
 There his song charmed liim to shnnher, 
 
 Wet hy the dew of the rose. 
 
 Freshlv he rose in the morning 
 
 Dug in the sand hy the (lower, 
 And a bright fountain up-sparkled. 
 
 Welling with hnhhling shower: 
 Over the sands as it mn mm red, 
 
 CIreen sprung the grass hy its side; 
 Hound it a garden soon blossomed, 
 
 Fed hy its lite-giving tide. 
 
 There, too, a wild vine up-started ; 
 
 Under its shelter he dwelt : 
 Morning and evening, yet ever 
 
 Low by the rose-hush he knelt. 
 So in the far waste forgotten, 
 
 Still (lowed his pure life along. 
 Soothed hv the rose-blossom's fragrance. 
 
 * 5 
 
 Charmed by the nightingale's song. 
 
S O X 3 . 18! 
 
 XXI. 
 
 WHEN the violet blows, 
 Light the swallow plumes liis wings, 
 Sweet the earliest robin sings ; 
 
 Something dearer brings the rose. 
 
 Fairer forms are nigh, 
 When the rose is lull anil bright : 
 Kver shapes of softest light 
 
 Thou in glancing llight go by. 
 
 From what clime are they ? 
 From the wakened heart they rise, 
 Hright as lutes of orient skies 
 
 Soon the vision flies awav. 
 
 16' 
 
THE SISTER SPIRITS. 
 
 A CANTATA. 
 
 FIRST VOICE. 
 
 I ix the morning flutter 
 Over the dew-lit (lowers, 
 
 Light in the moniing lluttor 
 Aronntl the rosy howora. 
 
 Gay as the mavis singing 
 Among tlie dew-lit tlowers, 
 
 Yon liear my clear voice ringing 
 Out of the rosy howers 
 Out of the rosy howers, 
 Around the rosy bowers 
 
 Yon hear my clear voice ringing 
 Around the rosy howers. 
 
 SECOND VOICE. 
 
 I, when the night is still, 
 
 Over the ocean glide, 
 Or round the silent hill, 
 
 Upon the moonbeam ride. 
 
THE SISTER SPIRITS. 183 
 
 When all is dark and lone, 
 
 From deep and winding doll, 
 You hear my magic tone, 
 
 Like the distant mermaid's shell. 
 From winding dell 
 You hear it swell, 
 Far, then near, like the mermaid's shell. 
 
 DOTH. 
 
 We are two sister peris, 
 
 Floating in light along, 
 Dam-ing at night with the fairies, 
 Joining the lark in his song. 
 \Ve come and go. 
 Like the sea in its (low, 
 And soli as the snow, 
 As it falls on the river, 
 
 Steal to the heart, 
 And are gone forever. 
 Sister spirits arc we, 
 
 From the heaven of song descending ; 
 Our feelings and tones agree, 
 In harmony ever blending. 
 
 FIRST VOICE. 
 
 When o'er the hills the dawn is stealing, 
 I lark to my trill of joyous feeling 
 
181 THK SISTER SPIRITS. 
 
 SKCOXP VOIOK. 
 
 When the evening lias failed and gone, 
 List to inv song as it dies away . 
 
 FIR^T VOICK. 
 
 Hoar me too, when the dews are fulling, 
 Home to her bower the truant calling 
 
 SKro\l> VOK'K. 
 
 When the bright moon is rolling on. 
 
 Hear my deep shell on the silvered hay. 
 Hear my deep shell on the silvered hay 
 Kiuvr M>i'K. 
 
 Hark to my trill of joyous feeling. 
 
 Like the young lark's, in his gladness wheeling- 
 
 SKOOM* YOU'K. 
 
 List to my sonjj as it dies away. 
 List to my song as it hursts again, 
 Loud as the trump on the battle plain. 
 Xow. like the mountain horn, 
 
 Clanging through vood and dell. 
 Far on the echoes borne 
 
 O! hark to its rolling swell. 
 Careering careering afar, 
 
 It pours like a llood from the height, 
 Answers from crag and scar. 
 
 Then breathes likr the whisper of night. 
 
 KIKST VOli'K. 
 
 Merrily merrily ringing, 
 
 My clear voice wakens the grove, 
 
T I! K SISTER SPIRITS. 1 85 
 
 Clear as the woodman**, singing 
 
 The song of his happy love. 
 Like hees on the purple heather, 
 
 When summer is still and bright, 
 My tones, light hovering, gather 
 
 New sweets in their airy (light. 
 
 Mine is the spell of power 
 
 FIRST VOH'K. 
 
 Mine is the charm oft'eeling 
 
 tK'\| VHrK. 
 
 Night is my chosen ]mur 
 
 FIRST von K. 
 Mine is the cheerful day. 
 
 BOTH. 
 
 Each to the heart appealing, 
 
 We rule with a ma<*-jc way, 
 
 And willing s])irits ohey 
 The sweet influence over them stealing. 
 
 Winningly thus <ur tones combine,- 
 Like tlie lily and rose in perfect twine. 
 A moment we hover then take our flight : 
 Good night to you all! Goodnight! Goodnight! 
 
CLASSIC MELODIES. 
 
 PART I. 
 
 I have attempted, !clow, a series of imitations of four of the lead- 
 in-.: classy of ancient measures, namely, the Hart) lie (Elegiac,) 
 Iambic (includmi; the Anacreontic,) Anapestie, and Trochaic. 
 The first I have adapted, after the manner of Tyrta-us, to the 
 Patriotic Ele^v; the Iambic proper (Trimeter,) to a subject 
 not unsuited to its tragic character: the Anacreontic, to its not 
 inappropriate purpose, as a Dithyrambic. The Anapestie \\-.\s the 
 proj>er movement of a inarch; in the longer lines (Tetrameter,) 
 that of a dead man-It ; in the shorter (Dimeter,) that of an on 
 set. The Trochaic I have adapted to the sentimental ; in the 
 longer lines (Tetrameter,) to the more tender and pathetic; in 
 the shorter (Dimeter.) to the lighter and more cxhilerart. 
 Here, too, in lines of eo^na! length, the character varies, as the 
 measure is complete or incomplete (Aeataleetie or Cataleetic;) 
 in the former case, the movement !>eing more gentle : in the lat 
 ter, more spirited. I have aimed at classical imagery and senti 
 ment, in all these pieces, exeept the first Trochaic, the character 
 of which is nit her modern ; !>ut such is the dominant influence of 
 the Subjective, in modern poetry, that I am conscious I have not 
 attained, as well as I could wish, to the purer Objective of the 
 ancients.] 
 
 ELEGIAC. 
 
 O ! IT is great for our country to die, where ranks are 
 
 contending; : 
 
 Bright is the wreath of our fame ; Glory awaits 
 us for avc 
 
C L A S S I C M E L O D I E S . 1 87 
 
 Glory, that never is dim, shining on with a light 
 
 never ending 
 
 Glory, that never shall fade, never, O! never 
 away. 
 
 O ! it is sweet for our country to die how softly re 
 poses 
 Warrior youth on his bier, wet by the tears of his 
 
 love, 
 Wet by a mother's warm tears ; they crown him with 
 
 garlands of roses, 
 
 Weep, and then joyously turn, bright where he 
 triumphs above. 
 
 Not to the shades shall the youth descend, who for 
 
 country hath perished : 
 Hebe awaits him in heaven, welcomes him there 
 
 with her smilfc ; 
 There at the banquet divine, the patriot spirit is 
 
 cherished ; 
 
 Gods love tho young, who ascend pure from the 
 funeral pile. 
 
 Not to Elysian fields, by the still oblivious river ; 
 Not to the isles of the blest, over the blue-rolling 
 sea; 
 
188 CLASSIC MELODIES. 
 
 Out on Olympian heights shall dwell the devoted 
 
 forever ; 
 
 There shall assemble the good, there the wise, 
 valiant and free. 
 
 O ! then how great for our country to die, in the 
 
 front rank to perish, 
 Finn with our breast to the foe, victory's shout 
 
 in our ear : 
 Long they our statues shall crown, in songs our 
 
 memory cherish; 
 
 We shall look forth from our heaven, pleased the 
 sweet music to hear. 
 
 IAMBIC. 
 
 MY heart is sad, my hope is gone, my lijjht has fled ; 
 
 I sit and mourn, in silent grief, the lingering day : 
 
 Ah! nevermore he comes, my love ; among the dead, 
 
 0! far, O! far, his ilceting shade has flown 
 
 away. 
 
 Far o'er the dark and dismal wave, whence no re 
 turn, 
 
 In deepest night he wanders now, a shape of air : 
 He hears me not ; hears not the sighs, with love 
 
 that burn : 
 
 I see no more that form, so bright, so young and 
 fair. 
 
i 
 
 CLASSIC MELODIES. 189 
 
 O ! bright and fair, as shapes that oft from heaven 
 
 descend, 
 
 And on Parnassus stand before the setting sun: 
 Bright, whon lie moved in shining arms, home to 
 
 defend ; 
 Bright, when a champion strong, the eager race 
 
 he run : 
 
 O ! fair, as rose and lily fair, when they entwine, 
 In asphodelian meads, their wreath of virgin 
 
 bloom : 
 His heart was kind as brave; O! he was doubly 
 
 mine, 
 But now I only weep beside his early tomb. 
 
 Death, with inverted torch, the young and gentle 
 
 death, 
 Weeps o'er him now, and mourns the plucked 
 
 and withered flower : 
 All bloom must fade the south-wind breathes its 
 
 withering breath, 
 And the clear-blowing north sweeps on, with 
 
 blasting power. 
 
 I too must soon be gone ; in grief I glide away: 
 The rose has left my cheek; my eye looks dim 
 
 through tears. 
 Come, gentle death ! here with the youth in silence 
 
 lay 
 
 My form, ere it has felt the icy touch of years.' 
 17 
 
100 CLASSIC MELODIES 
 
 ANAC'KKOXTIC. 
 
 COME, crown my cup with roses; 
 
 With wine now hrim it over: 
 My heart in joy reposes ; 
 
 Around it pleasures hover. 
 The nectar sparkles hriiihtly. 
 
 With li.uht from love's lull quiver 
 Come, drain it, drain it lightly, 
 
 And shout : to forever! 
 
 With \vreathen ivy crown mo. 
 
 Dark-eyed Kolian maiden! 
 In sweet oblivion drown mo. 
 
 Till deep with joy oVrladen. 
 I sink in hlissful slumber. 
 
 And dream of love and /oe ; 
 Till, at some merry number, 
 
 1 wake, and shout : Evoe ! 
 
 I seize my lyre loud rinsing. 
 
 It hounds beneath my lingers : 
 To frantic dances springing, 
 
 \Vhat heart so cold, it lingers ? 
 Toss, toss the vine-clad thyrscs ! 
 
 Wine tires ; extol the giver. 
 Shout, with a cry that pierces 
 
 The soul : Io forever ! 
 
CLASSIC MKI.OIMER. 191 
 
 ANAPESTIC. 
 I. 
 
 IN th silence of night, and in solemn array, by the 
 glimmer of torches, is wheeling, 
 
 Majestic, the funeral train, on its way, ami its mu 
 sic is plaintively stealing 
 
 N plaintively stealing, in echoes, afar, awaking 
 emotions of sorrow ; 
 
 It mourns, how the youth march to-day to the war, 
 but return to us never to-morrow. 
 
 Spear and buckler reversed, slow the army moves 
 
 on, its standards and banners low trailing: 
 Not a shout now is heard for the victory won ; all is 
 
 hushed, but the, (lute softly wailing. 
 Light and still glide their steps, and in unison all, 
 
 attuned to their solemn emotion ; 
 One faint hollow murmur is heard at each fall, like 
 
 the far echoed roar of the ocean. 
 
 Home, in urns, they are bearing the dust of the dead, 
 
 dark veils o'er each urn lo\v depending 
 How sacred the relics of those who have bled, for 
 
 hearth and for altar contending. 
 Not a trophy they rear, till they lay in the tomb, the 
 
 ashes that sleep there in glory 
 Till their piraris arc sung, and the words that illume, 
 
 transmit their proud record to story. 
 
1 92 C L A S S I C M K L O D I E 8 . 
 
 80 on through the streets of the city they move, ami 
 
 the old anil the young there attend them: 
 They moot them with greetings of sorrow and love 
 
 fondly welcome the brave \vho defend them ; 
 And they weep from their hearts, as each urn passes 
 
 hy, a child or a parent enclosing : 
 As he left them, his patriot hosom heat high ; now 
 
 in death he is darkly reposing. 
 
 0! WAKEX the music of battle 
 
 Let the clash of the cymbals ring loudly, 
 As the spears on the shields dash and rattle, 
 
 When onward the youth rushes proudly : 
 Let the horn and the trumpet, resounding 
 
 In long rolling echoes, inspire us, 
 Till our hearts, like the billow, are bounding, 
 
 And omens of victory tire us. 
 
 Hark the shout ! far its echo is rolling; 
 
 Eleleu! Eleleu! swells it onward : 
 Sword and shield clang in time, high controlling 
 
 Each hero, quick hurrying vanward. 
 On the foe moves in line, linn and steady, 
 
 To the soft breath of llutes slow advancing; 
 Drawn each sword, poised each spear, all are ready; 
 
 Bright the sun on their plumed helms is glancing. 
 
r L A s s i <: M K r. o n i R H . 1 93 
 
 To the charge! like the rush of flic* ocean , 
 
 Like torrents, from motmtnin tops dashing 
 Down the gulf, where in mingled commotion, 
 
 Cr;ig ami wooil 'mill flic wliito flood nr' rr 
 Ilurk tlii'sliock! sliicMon sliirM rings, r 
 
 As n rock linnly s-t, tliry rrjM'l it. 
 On again, Imnlrr lOlrlrns sattnding ; 
 
 Ours such lir', not the Spartan ran (juoll it 
 
 TROCHAIC. 
 
 I. 
 
 SOFTLY sweet tins song is stealing, softly through 
 
 the night afar ; 
 Faint anil low the? hell is pealing; dim, through haze, 
 
 the light of star : 
 Hushed and still is all around me ; cold and still my 
 
 !) rood ing heart 
 Sure some magic spell hath hound mo bid, O ! bid 
 
 the spell depart. 
 
 O ! that song, so softly breathing how it Hows into 
 
 my soul ; 
 Memory then her twine unwreatiiing, tears of young 
 
 emotion roll : 
 
 17* 
 
1 91 CLASSIC MELODIES.. 
 
 And, as far the knell is tolling, how my spirit floats 
 
 away, 
 Over years, like billows, rolling, to the scenes, 
 
 where youth was gay. 
 
 Dut the night, so hushed around mo, and the sky, 
 so dim above, 
 
 In a lonely t ranee have hound me, t ranee of min 
 gled grief and love. 
 
 Still on enrlv fondness dwelling, faded hloom of 
 vernal years ; 
 
 All I hear, the sigh faint swelling; all I feel, my 
 . trickling tears. 
 
 MAIDS are sitting by the fountain ; 
 Bright the moon o'er yonder mountain : 
 O'er her shepherd watching lonely, 
 On his sleep she looketh only. 
 Softly whispering by the fountain, 
 Oft they look unto the mountain, 
 Think how through the midnight hours, 
 There the shepherd sleeps on (lowers. 
 
 Clear the fountain wave is gleaming ; 
 Still the happy youth is dreaming : 
 
CLASSIC MELODIES. 1 95 
 
 Chastest love is. watching o'er him ; 
 Crouched liis faithful dog before him. 
 Now the bubbling wave is sparkling ; 
 Now beneath a shadow darkling: 
 OVr the moon a cloud is stealing ; 
 Passes now, her li;ht revealing. 
 
 Nijht winds o'er the fountain blowing, 
 Like Kolian music flowing, 
 Far their warbled breath is gliding, 
 Swelling, trembling, then subsiding.. 
 Of the shepherd on the mountain 
 Sing the maids boside the fountain : 
 Each then seems in air to -hover, 
 Watching o'er her sleeping lover. 
 
 III. 
 
 SEE the bounding bark afloat ! 
 
 Steady blows the willing gale : 
 Joy, with, merry, merry note, 
 
 Hoists and spreads the purple sail. 
 Far away, O ! far away, 
 
 I must cross the dashing sea; 
 So, my dearest, do not stay ; 
 
 Boldly cross the wave with me. 
 
1 <X CLASSIC 3! E L O D I K S . 
 
 To the far Klysian isles, 
 
 'Mid the ocean, in the west. 
 Where the sky forever smiles, 
 
 All the year one halcyon rest 
 Shall we thither speed our flight ? 
 
 Only cross the wave with me, 
 I shall find, my love and light. 
 
 All Klysian with thcc. 
 
 On the dark Cimmerian strand, 
 
 Where eternal shadows reign ; 
 'Where Caucasian summits stand. 
 
 Towering o'er the untrodden plain ; 
 Win-re along the fatal shore, 
 
 Music lulls the soul to death ; 
 Wastes, tint hear the lion's roar; ; 
 
 Sands, where kills the dragon's hreath 
 
 | 
 Or in flowery gardens, where 
 
 Bends the lotus, passing sweet ; 
 Vales, where roses lill the air ; 
 
 Meads, where silent waters meet, 
 Lingering on through asphodel 
 
 With thee, all alike would he : 
 If with me thou deign to dwell, 
 
 All Elvsian smiles to me. 
 
CLASSIC MELODIES. 
 
 PART II. 
 
 [In the present section, several varieties *>f ancient mc:isures are 
 attempted, in addition to those in the preceding. In the series 
 of Dactylics, the effect of the different degree* of C'atalcxis i*, 
 if I mistake not, elearly evident; that on on- syllable (;is in 
 the Hexameter If, arid in the Pentameter and Tetrameter, here 
 given,) leading to a more suMued or sustained expression : and 
 that on two syllaMc* (as in the Heroic II xaim t< r I,) to a higher 
 and more energetic expression, peculiarly suited to the Epic ; 
 while t!e Acatalectic (eoui{>!( tr) termination on three syllaMes 
 gives a fuller expression, approaching the magniloquent, or a 
 lighter movement, verging on levity. The Hyp< r'iit.i!-etje 
 termination of the Hexameter (I V.) whieli is really a Hefrtameter, 
 Cat alee tic on one syllaMe, presents a very singular measure, u.s 
 hajipy in its rjiression as it is dittlfult of exenuion. The Iam!>ic 
 Tetrameter Cataleetie (I) is the "O ! Miss Jiailey" m-a.stire, so 
 much a favourite in Romaic por-try, ax in the Es>uras a?r:>.ay:y^nrf 
 ofChristopoulos. This is strikingly difTe.rpiit, in its li^ht tripping 
 movement, from the corresponding Acatalectic verse (II.) uhsrh is 
 always marked, more or less, !y a slow and dignified r plaintive 
 expression, similar to that of the Tragic. Iam!>ic (Part I.) The 
 Choriam!ic, from the natural pause between tho mcasiires, IMS a 
 !x>unding, !iit at the same time energetic movemeitt, which may, 
 by changing the pause to a slide, !.-eom' su!*!ued and flowing. 
 But a continuous series of Choriam!ics h;ts a monotonous eff. <, 
 anddouhtU'Ss for this re;isnn t'i-y were usually accomj>;uii-d with 
 other feet, particularly as terminations. Thus the Choriam!.ic 
 (I) has an Iambic (Cataleetie) termination, or its c^uivaieiit; 
 
198 C L A S S I C M E L O I> I E S . 
 
 while the Ohorianibic Polyschematist consists of two memlM>rs. 
 each with an Iambic termination, (tin- first complete, the second 
 Cataleetie.) The Ohoriambic (II) is comjosed of a pure series 
 of Choriambics,but is so arranged if I mistake not, as to ive, in 
 most instanecs, :m easy slide fn)in one measure t> another, thus 
 relieving the natural abruptness of the verse. The two spcei- 
 inens, tinder t!-e head of Glyconic and Pherecratean, differ only 
 i:i tin- distribution of the two varieties of verse combined; the 
 latter specimen formins: the verse called Priapeian, by the 
 ancients. The specimen, marked Eupolidean and Cratmean, 
 consists of a stanxa of the former verse, followed by one of the 
 latter; the two differing so little as to le readily combined in the 
 same series. The Kpionic (Potywheinuti.Ht.) like the Chori- 
 am!>ic Polyschematist, consists of two members, the hist of 
 which, as in the latter, is on syllable shorter than the first. The 
 Asvn:irt'te verse is characterized by a change of movement in 
 the middle of the line; the first member, in this imrt:inco>bc>nnning 
 with the aciviit (<ir.v/.v ;) th<> sectuwi, with an unaccented syllaMu 
 (tfiesis.) An instance uf such verse occurs in the first half of 
 the stanza in Lay XII (p. 110,) where the lines are alternately 
 Trochaic and Iambic. This verse corresponds to the succession 
 of verses or strains in music, beginning alternately with full and 
 broken measures, an instance of which occurs in the Harcarole 
 in M;usaniello. This alternation, Uth ir rMKtr>'and music, pro 
 duces an elfec* at oner striking and ple;ising. Several of the 
 varieties of verse, here attempted, mi^ht form agreeable stanzas, 
 even in our inflexible lansruage, particularly if the hemisticlis 
 were written in distinct lines. This is more especially true of 
 the Cilyconie and Phereeratean, he Eupolidean and C ratine an, 
 the Asynartete, and the two Polyschematists. All the specimens 
 in the first part, and all thus far in the second, are rhymed, which 
 undoubtedly relieves the ear not a little in adapting itself to 
 measures so unusual, particularly to the loinrer lines, such as 
 the Hexameters, and the Dipodial Tetrameters. A few speci 
 mens of uurhvined lloratian stanzas are also iiiven in the pros- 
 
CLASSIC MELODIES. 199 
 
 ent section, vix. the Sapphic, Alcaic, and two Aftdepiadiun, cor- 
 rrojMmding rcsjicctivcly to those of the second, ninth, sixth and 
 fifth tnlt-M of th- first U>ok. In all those, I have endeavoured to 
 follow, :ts near as possiMe, the ancient quantity. 'I'he Sapphic 
 consequently differs essentially in its rhythm, from that of the 
 English aeeentnal Sapphie. The C!alliant!ii* ami the Srttuniian 
 verse 1 have adapted nut inappropriately to Roman subjects. The 
 former i> immortalized in the Aty* of Catullus, \\hil in the latter 
 \ve have a v''iiitie Latin if.e;isure, in which not improhaMy the 
 old lallads >f early Ko.ne wen? ronijHtsed. This, tn>, is Asyn- 
 ;:rtete in its structure ; ;^fact perhaps connected with the similar 
 mivcinent in some of the popular airs of the Italians, a!>ove 
 alh-ded to.J 
 
 1 >ACT V L ! C H K X A >T ET K R . 
 
 BARD of the l>rii(lit (,'lii:iii isle, from sno\v-crownel 
 
 ( )lyinpiiM doMccnrling, 
 Come to my spirit at nii^lit, thy own full ecstnsy 
 
 Bear me away through t)iv world, still with youtli's 
 
 first 'ii< i r<fy ;l<>\viii";; 
 Still with tin* jrreat and the fair, in wide effusion 
 
 Other creations may fade, to shapeless ruin de 
 caying: 
 
 Over the world of thy sonjr, youth's earliest dawn is 
 still playing. 
 
200 CLASSIC MELODIES. 
 
 Long the tall turrets of Troy have perished, by cen 
 turies riven 
 
 Still at thy bidding they rise, untouched and immor 
 tal, to heaven. 
 
 Still rise her sons in their might, dark plumes o'er 
 their helmets wide waving 
 
 Armed for their altars and homes, the god and the 
 warrior braving. 
 
 Hector still burns in the fight, awhile the wild tor 
 rent controlling ; 
 
 Then, like the thunderer's, in wrath, the car of 
 Achilles is rolling. 
 
 i 
 
 Ever new forms, at thy touch, to life and to beauty 
 are starting 
 
 Helen still wins with her smile ; Andromache 
 trembles at parting 
 
 Lone sits the hero apart, by the shore of the sea 
 wide resounding; 
 
 Light o'er the high purple wave, the fair-freighted 
 vessel is bounding. 
 
 Still through the darkness of night, the grief-stricken 
 
 monarch is stealing, 
 Falls at the feet of his foe, and melts him to tender- 
 
 est feeling 
 
CLASSIC MELODIES. 201 
 
 Nature ! thy power is supreme, no proud-hearted 
 
 victor can sway thee ; 
 When thy soft whisper is heard, the strong and tLj 
 
 mighty obey thee. 
 
 II. 
 
 DEEP, 'mid the shades of night, I sink in silent repose; 
 
 Pressed by the soft touch of sleep, my lids on the 
 outer world close ; 
 
 IJut to the eye of my soul, a fairer vision unfolds, 
 
 That, with a charm of delight, my spirit long won 
 dering holds. 
 
 There are the bright forms of youth, creations too 
 
 lovely to stay : 
 Ever they come in my dreams I wake, and they 
 
 hasten away. 
 Over my pillow they hover, as clouds o'er the far 
 
 golden west, 
 When, in the soft-heaving wave, Day sinks to the 
 
 couch of his rest. 
 
 There rise, in beauty, the shapes that gladdened in 
 
 earliest time, 
 Where spread the lily and rose, full bloomed, in 
 
 Ionia's clime : 
 
 18 
 
. 
 202 CLASSIC M K I. O D I K M . 
 
 Nymphs, too, of forest ami grove, of fountain ami 
 
 blue-rolling deep, 
 Still, with their dark-bcnining eves, fond watch o'er 
 
 the sltnnhcrcr keep. 
 
 Still, from the high walls of heaven, tlie gods in 
 
 their glorv descend ; 
 Still, to the bold-bearing youth, their power am! 
 
 their spirit they lend ; 
 Still, o'er the dark-roll inj clouds, triumphant they 
 
 ride in their ears ; 
 Still, from victorious death, the demigod mounts to 
 
 the stars. 
 
 Eldest and highest .of hards ! thy song, with its mu 
 sic divine. 
 
 Rolls through this magical world, my spirit has 
 raised tor its shrine. 
 
 Still, as when first from thy lyre its tours in har- 
 monv stole, 
 
 Breathes, through the silence of night, its influence 
 deep in my soul. 
 
 STILL, as in youth, ever green, the laurel of Homer 
 
 is flourishing ; 
 Life-giving streams hathe its roots, its wide-waving 
 
 foliage nourishing : 
 
C L A S S I r >f K L I E S . 203 
 
 Light, from the ever bright throne, still over its sum 
 mit is hovering, 
 
 Dlossom ami leaf, n.s they wave, still witli heavenly 
 radiance eoverin". 
 
 And. as I look to its skv-pierciiiir summit, an ca^le 
 
 I ^ *5 
 
 lias taken me, 
 Hears me aloft, wlu-re the blasts from Olympus to 
 
 keener life waken me. 
 [fail! to the herald, whose cloud-cleaving pinion 
 
 friMii eartli enn ileliver mo 
 Nothing 1 In-low from tin- liigh train of hards awl of 
 
 heroes shall sever me. 
 
 IV. 
 
 UKRAJ.D of earliest lawn, at thy smile the blue wa 
 ters are stirring again : 
 
 \Vile the sea wakes from its sleep, as thv bright 
 eye enkindles the skv and the main. 
 
 As the wind flutters thy locks, and plavs with the 
 folds of thy many-dyed veil, 
 
 Holdly we launch on the deep, and deck with thy 
 purple the snow of our sail. 
 
 Earth then gives tokens of life, and a^ain as a giant 
 refreshed with repose, 
 
 Youthfully starts from its dreams, and its cheeks 
 are all flushed with the bloom of the rose. 
 
i!0-l r i. A-S s i r M i: i. o D IKS. 
 
 Phosphor leads on thy bright train, ami \v:ws his 
 
 clear torch, as the night steals away; 
 Thru come the light-Hurt ed hours, ami with soft 
 
 hands unfold the lair portals of dav : 
 Forth on thy rose-wreathen rar, thou rollest 'mid 
 
 hillows ofsallron and gold; 
 F<ovos, on their thin iris \vinjjs, tln> rMl-streaniinij 
 
 inis's. as thy <*anrjy, hold. 
 Gracefully ever at morn, thy ear thus aloft o'er the 
 
 mountain is horne ; 
 And as thou eomest, the woods rinij aloud with the 
 
 elanii ol 'the weU'oiniii'j liorn. 
 
 DAl'TYl.ir PKNTAMKTKK. 
 
 SIMRIT of hope and of joy, who, in lutlicst day, 
 Ihvellest 'n\il ever hri^ht flowers, from thy home 
 
 of delight, 
 Come to me still as a friend, 'mid the visions of 
 
 niillit 
 
 Bear me, on pinions of love, to thy heaven away. 
 There where the fountains of life in the clear 
 
 morning phiv, 
 
 Bathinir the hlossoms around with their freshen 
 ing dew, 
 
 Waking forever the rose, its sweet youth to renew. 
 Couched on the ever green grass, I would lingering 
 stav. 
 
CLASSIC M K I. O T> I K S . 205 
 
 Blest with thy presence alow, I would ever remain, 
 Live nit thy smile and thy SOMLJ : wonldst thou 
 
 ever he near, 
 Hreathin<r tin* ' HM*s of tliy iiwtrt, ris a Into, in mv 
 
 ear, 
 Never llio <Mill n-alni of i-Jirth slioiild possess in; 
 
 Bgain. 
 O! Khali I n'vT !>< free from this lioart-cnishing 
 
 chain 7 
 Shrill tlic fonil ilrc.atns of mv vouth !>c arouri'l ni^ 
 
 no more- ? 
 Sliall tln-rc no bright mornin<j f!awn, to revive 
 
 rind restore ? 
 Foidlv I look to tliv aid lot mo look not in vain ! 
 
 DACTYLIC TETRAMETER. 
 
 EVER thou romcst, at ovon and morn 
 
 Coin;.st, attended with flute and with horn : 
 
 Over the mountain, and over the hill. 
 
 Lightly and hrijfhtly thou hoveros^ still. 
 
 All the gay rites of thy worship are '_ f one ; 
 
 All the bright train, that once graced thee, have 
 
 flown : 
 
 Not even the fauns with their whistles would stay ; 
 They too have fled through the forests away: 
 18* 
 
206 CLASSIC MELOJMES. 
 
 IJut thon, enchantress, still ever art nigh 
 Breathest, at even ami dawn, from the sky. 
 
 Softly the west-wind now wafts thee alon<r 
 Wafts over meadow anil valley lliy song: 
 Then the wild songster is hushed :it tl.y flight ; 
 Silent he pauses, entranced in delight. 
 Naiads have vanished from fountain and stream ; 
 Nymph of the forest has lied, like a dream; 
 Down in the depth of the blue-rolling deep, 
 Pillowed forever, the sea-maidens sleep: 
 Spirit of melody ! still thou art nih 
 Hreathest. at even and dawn, from the sky. 
 
 IAMBIC TETHAMETER. 
 I. 
 
 AURORA rises o'er the hills, hy graceful hours at 
 tended. 
 
 And in her train, a merry troop of bright-eyed loves 
 are blended. 
 
 Away they fly, o'er wood and wild o'er lake and 
 winding river ; 
 
 And as they fly, the kindling sky is glowing brighter 
 ever. 
 
CLASSIC M K L O D I E S . 207 
 
 The world now wak*s, and silence flies to cave of 
 
 lonely mountain : 
 The deer steal from their forest Blades; the hirds 
 
 sing o'er the fountain : 
 The cottage smoker, o'er vale rind plain, in many a 
 
 curl, is flowing ; 
 And guided hy the tinkling hell, the herd afield is 
 
 The level sunbeams touch the lake its sheeted 
 
 wave is flashing ; 
 And brighter still, from eastward hill, the waterfall 
 
 is dashing : 
 The plashing wheel revolves below a shower of 
 
 light is round it ; 
 Those orient hues, the drops diffuse, with mazy 
 
 circles bound it. 
 
 O ! gay the plastic dreams of old, the world their 
 
 touch created. 
 The poet's eye, with fervent gaze, still o'er it broods 
 
 unsated. 
 Fair forms still haunt the forest-wild, still dwell by 
 
 shady river : 
 Their loveliness shall never fade ; their bloom is 
 
 fresh forever. 
 
*<!08 CLASSIC MELODIES. 
 
 II. 
 
 O \ TURN not, dearest, on me so 1 cannot l>car that 
 
 grief of thine : 
 Thy sorrow stcalcth to my heart there silently it 
 
 feedeth mine. 
 The grief, I feel, 1 would subdue,, and then would 
 
 wipe thy tears away ; 
 But while 1 see thee sorrowing so, this gloom 
 
 around my heart will stay. 
 
 O ! let me only catch one smile, like morning's 
 
 glance from drop of dew : 
 O ! let the soft light flow again, that once so filled 
 
 thy eye of blue': 
 O ! tell me so, thy heart hath peace like withered 
 
 flowers revived by rain, 
 ft ay thoughts would open in my heart, and fond 
 
 emotions bloom again. 
 
 CHORIAMBIC. 
 
 I. 
 
 BEAR me afar over the wave, far to the sacred 
 
 islands, 
 AVhere ever bright blossoms the plain, where no 
 
 cloud hangs on the highlands 
 
CLASSIC MELODIES. 209 
 
 There be my heart ever at rest, stirred by no wild 
 
 emotion : 
 There on the earth only repose, halcyon calm on 
 
 the ocean. 
 
 Lay me along, pillowed on flowers, where steals in 
 
 silence forever, 
 
 Over its sands, still as at noon, far the oblivious river. 
 Scarce through the grass whispers it by ; deep in 
 
 its wave you may number 
 Pebble and shell, and image of ilower, folded and 
 
 bent in slumber. 
 
 Spirit of life ! rather aloft, where on the crest of 
 
 the mountain, 
 Clear blow the winds, fresh from the north, sparkles 
 
 and dashes the fountain, 
 Lead me along, hot in the chase, still mid the storm 
 
 high glowing 
 Only we live only, when life, like the wild torrent, 
 
 is flowing. 
 
 II. 
 
 WHEN the blue wave sinks on the sea, and the still 
 
 night hushes the deep, 
 Ever my soul hastens to thee, ever thy smile blesses 
 
 my sleep. 
 
X! 1 C L A S S I C M K L O P 1 E S . 
 
 Thou a few hours, Most, thou :irt nigh ; then, too, 
 
 as onrfv thou art wy own : 
 lUit when the dawn kindles tlie sky, sadly I wake 
 
 far thou hast flown. 
 
 Canst thou not take me in thy flight, when with the 
 
 dawn thou art no more? 
 .Fairer thou seemest, spirit of heaven, though thou 
 
 didst see-in fairest he fore v 
 Now thou art gone, earth all is dark ()! wilt thou 
 
 ne'er hear me away ? 
 Here only night deadens my soul yonder alone, 
 
 yonder is day ! 
 
 CHO1UAMIJIC POLYSCHEMATIST. 
 
 COME to the dance! awake! awake! hound with 
 
 the music lightly ! 
 Evening is falling on the lake (lashes the mirror 
 
 brightly. 
 Come, where the elm is arching high, hcnt with 
 
 its purple treasure : 
 Bid to the toil of day good-bye yield to the eall 
 
 of pleasure ! 
 
CLASSIC MELODIES. 211 
 
 Como to the dnnco, ye maidens fair ! gaily the song 
 
 invites you* 
 Joy with his golden lamp is there on to the ring 
 
 he lights you. 
 Circle around the* festive tree ! then, as the music 
 
 wakes you, 
 Trip to its measures, light and free flit, where in 
 
 sport it takes you! 
 
 Haste to the danee, away, away ! viol and lute 
 
 attend you : 
 Evening winds, as with flowers they play, sweets 
 
 from the rosc-huds send you. 
 Haste to the dance ! the music .calls haste to the 
 
 smile of lover ! 
 Soon the chilly night-dew faIIs--tlicii must the 
 
 dance he over. 
 
 GLYCOMC AM) PHERECRATEAN. 
 
 HARK ! the echo of shout arid song 
 8ec the hacchanals troop along ! 
 
 Loud the cymbals are sounding. 
 Then, as wildly they onward pour, 
 Swells the drum, with its hollow roar, 
 
 Deep from cavern rebounding. 
 
212 CLASSIC MK i, on IKS. 
 
 Quick the graces, with timid flight, 
 Far retire to the forest-night, 
 
 Scared, as the din is pcalittjf. 
 Gentle nymphs to the thicket fly, 
 Wait till the tumult, lias hurried hy, 
 Kacked each tenderer feeling. 
 
 Such the tumult and din of life ; 
 So it rushes, in storm and strife ; 
 
 Flies the ideal before it : 
 And as its discord rolls along, 
 Still is the gentle voice of song ; 
 
 Only can peace restore it. 
 
 II. 
 
 BRIC.HT ascends the festal dawn ; bright the temple 
 
 is flashing : 
 AVidc a nation is rolling on ; spear and armour are 
 
 clashing. 
 Garlands circle each helmet there, high on standard 
 
 are glancing : 
 Shouts are tilling the vernal air ; gaily the youth 
 
 are dancing. 
 
CLASSIC MELODIES. 
 
 So they haste to the sacred games wild each 
 bosom is heating : 
 
 Victory hijjh each soul inflames lorn! the cham 
 pion's ^rcetinjj. 
 
 Swift, flics the race of car and steed far sweeps 
 the dust to heaven : 
 
 Glorious shines the conqueror's meed, when by a 
 nation given. 
 
 KUPOLIDKAN AND CRATIXEAN. 
 
 WHEN* the spring has wakened the flowers, and the 
 
 day is warm and still ; 
 When the rose has woven its bowers be my haunt 
 
 the sunny hill. 
 Then as breathes the whispering air, o'er my head 
 
 the cloudless sky, 
 Dreams from heaven visit me there holy visions 
 
 pass me by. 
 
 Silently sleep the woods around ; mute the sheeted 
 
 river flows ; 
 Hushed, as in death, the world of sound ; voiceless, 
 
 too, the zephyr blows : 
 19 
 
214 CLASSIC MELODIES. 
 
 But to my heart a music steals, faint at first, then 
 
 full and clear ; 
 Deep in my soul, from heaven it peals borne as 
 
 from some celestial sphere. 
 
 EPIONIC. 
 
 WHAT joy at even to hear thee, sweet voice of ten- 
 
 dcrest love ! 
 How blest, alone to be near thee, thou soft and 
 
 sorrowing dove ! 
 Thou seemest all sad and forsaken ; thy song dies 
 
 sobbing away : 
 But yet, as I hear thee, I waken ; thou singcst of 
 
 love and of May. 
 
 And oft in summer thou sittest, concealed in shad 
 owy pine, 
 
 Or where, in loneliest valley, the tangled cedars 
 entwine. 
 
 Beneath their shadow reposing, in dim mysterious 
 
 Hght, 
 
 I hear thy song, at its closing, like voice of spirit 
 at night. 
 
CLASSIC .MELODIES. 215 
 
 Tis ever pleasant to hear thee I always welcome 
 
 thy song ; 
 For gentle the feelings thou wakest the heart can 
 
 indulge them long. 
 A sirain of livelier measure may rouse and quicken 
 
 its play ; 
 But short and fleeting the pleasure the gentle only 
 
 can stay. 
 
 ASYXARTETE. 
 
 MERRILY, merrily rings the joyous shout of harvest- 
 home : 
 
 Merrily, merrily springs the homeward bark through 
 dashing foam. 
 
 Gaily the villagers leap, as red and ripe the vintage 
 flows : 
 
 Lightly and brightly they sweep, the glancing 
 swords, as the conflict glows. 
 
 Bursts, in its fullness, the heart, in laugh and shout, 
 
 in festive song ; 
 So when the labour is done so when toil strives 
 
 along. 
 Hope cheers the combatant on ; in pride and joy 
 
 the victor sings : 
 Crows, 'mid the fight, the cock conqueror then 
 
 claps his wings. 
 
'216 CLASSIC MELODIES. 
 
 GALLIAMBIC. 
 
 THE clouds roll from the mountains ; the storm 
 
 sweeps o'er the plain ; 
 And the boldest .shrink in terror ; the proudest 
 
 shrike with fear. 
 
 The scared soldiers are flying, 'mid hail and dash 
 ing rnin ; 
 
 And the ground thickly is covered with scattered 
 shield and spear. 
 
 With loud hurst, as of thunder, 'mid a wide whirl 
 wind of lire, 
 From the high heaven, in glory, descends the 
 
 god of war. 
 
 The fearless hero, exulting, beholds his warrior sire: 
 And he mounts, joyous, beside him, the briiiht 
 triumphal car. 
 
 Aloft sweeps it to heaven, and the white steeds, as 
 
 they fly 
 Over clouds, rolling like surges, arc dashing the 
 
 lightnings around. 
 The eye in vain can follow their quick flight through 
 
 the sky ; 
 
 From mountain far to mountain, they leap at 
 everv bound. 
 
CLASSIC MELODIES. 21? 
 
 Weep not your king, ye Romans! for he now is a 
 
 god above. 
 Lute, when alone, I saw him, and lie rose like a 
 
 tower of light. 
 Lofty and stern, he met me : lie seemed like a son 
 
 of Jove. 
 
 Far through the darkness glittered his armour, 
 intensely bright. 
 
 " Go now, and tell my people" he spake in solemn 
 
 tone ; 
 
 And as I heard, T trembled, and listened with ho 
 liest awe 
 
 " I am their guardian genius I dwell by the high 
 est throne : 
 
 Bid them be wise and temperate, and reverent to 
 faith and law !" 
 
 SATURMAX. 
 
 A SHOUT a shout for Codes, brave among the 
 
 bravest ! 
 For lie the bridge defended, and fearless swam the ' 
 
 river. 
 
 A wreath for noble Codes a civic wreath forever ! 
 lie saved our sacred city glory crown the hero! 
 19* 
 
218 CLASSIC MELODIES. 
 
 A shout a shout for Codes ! Toll the gallant 
 
 story, 
 O ! tell it to your children, and they shall tell it 
 
 farther. 
 
 On the bridge lie fronted all Porsonna's army : 
 Spear and arrow round him flew alone he braved 
 
 them. 
 
 A shout a shout for Code's ! Now the bridge, is 
 
 broken, 
 
 And see! he plunges headlong in the foaming river, 
 lie steins the flood undaunted; his joyous friends 
 
 embrace him 
 lie has* saved our city twine the wreath around 
 
 him ! 
 
 SAPPHIC. 
 
 SOFT he sleeps, where lloweth the winding river 
 Winds blow lijjht ; they dare not awake the sleeper- 
 One so young and lovely, so full of beauty. 
 Grandeur and glory. 
 
 Soft he sleeps, a child on his cross reposing 
 Smiles in peace, unknowing of future sorrows ; 
 Bright and pure, as spirit of life as rose-bud, 
 Fresh in his beauty. 
 
CLASSIC MELODIES. 219 
 
 . 
 
 Yet that look reveals, in its pensive sweetness, 
 Deep ami holy hive, that will after lead him 
 Forth to heal ami save, and to higher being 
 Kindly allure us. 
 
 Now that cross the couch, where he sweetly slum 
 bers : 
 
 When his deeds of love have alarmed and mad 
 dened, 
 
 On that cross, in death, he shall yiel:i his spirit 
 Hack to its hraven. 
 
 ALCAIC. 
 
 To arms ! to arms ! the trumpet is summoning. 
 What heart is cold, wh i n glory awakens us! 
 
 When youth, for hearth and shrine contending, 
 Hush to the shock, and in death are happy! 
 
 A holy feeling stirs, as the signal sounds. 
 To die for home, how high and how glorious! 
 
 The recreant only hears and trembles. 
 Give me my sword I will haste and meet them. 
 
 Raise high the song the foe is discomfited! 
 Our sacred soil untouched and unsullied ! 
 
 With laurel wreathed, by loved ones greeted, 
 Proudly we move, as the pxau echoes. 
 
220 CLASSIC MELODIES. 
 
 ASCLE1MADIAN. 
 
 I. 
 
 NOT for wealth or for power, conquest or victory 
 Not for shout ami applause, honour and dignity, 
 Speeds my soul to the strife ; higher and holier 
 Is the feeling that wakens me. 
 
 Duty calls me to yield life and its happiness, 
 Calls me to part from friend, part from a dearer 
 
 one 
 Duty calls/and I know, honours immortal wait, 
 
 Kvcn when earth has forgotten me. 
 
 So I rush to the strife rush where the bravest 
 
 yield. 
 
 They only look to renown ; mightier impulses 
 Uear me on, as with wings on, till, victorious, 
 
 Death I greet as the foe retires. 
 
 11. 
 
 WHEN* the rose is in bloom, violets opening, 
 Fresh and dewy, their leaves, let me, in early mom, 
 
 Wake the slumbering echoes, 
 Till the mountains have caught the sound : 
 
CLASS-IC MELODIES. 221 
 
 Till from loftiest height, deep to the winding dell, 
 Cave and forest repeat, vocal, my minstrelsy, 
 
 As if dryad were greeting 
 Sweetly tlie tones of my alpine horn. 
 
 Or when twilight grows dim, far in the rosy west, 
 And o'er green wood and crag, sparkles the evening 
 
 star, 
 
 Let me hear, in the distance, 
 Faintly the voice of the vesper hymn. 
 
 \\ here the lake spreads its wave, clear to the 
 
 rising moon, 
 OYr the water it steals, whispers along the shores, 
 
 As if song of I'ndine 
 Rose from her hall in the deep below. 
 
SONUS FOR NATIONAL AIRS. 
 
 [The following sonns have fecn written to accompany different 
 National Airs, and compose hut a small part of an extended se 
 ries. The verse has !>een formed in all, except those adapted to 
 the Gorman airs, on thr rhythm of the music, not exactly note for 
 note, but so as to :ive a corresponding flow and expression. In 
 the German series, the verse of the original German son^s has 
 !een followed, with a few slight deviations, in most instances, to 
 suit more exactly the rhythm of the airs. The Norwegian airs 
 are taken from Dei-went Conway's Journry through Norway, 
 fce. The German scries is taken from an old German Conviv 
 ial Sons-Rook ( 7*<i.*rA7i.WA fiir Frcumle </r Frnulc.) The airs 
 of the first ten were composed '>" J. A. P. Schnltz ; tlmsi- of the 
 rtMn.iining eiiiiit, by J. F. Reichardt. The mottos pr-tl\ i d indi 
 cate the oriirinal son-is and their authors. The Russian sj>oci- 
 mens are from a small collection of Russian popular airs accom- 
 ponying Gu-tze*s Collection of Russian Popular Po-try (Stim- 
 inrndtsRuKfijichen Volks in Ijnlrrn :) the Bohemian, from an 
 extensive series of popular airs accompanying the Collection of 
 Bohemian Popular Poetn* by Rittcr von RittcrsKerjr (Czfskr 
 Aarorfwj" Pjsnit:) the Gaelic, from a small collection of genuine 
 Gaelic airs, in Logan's Scotish Gael : and the Welsh, except the 
 Rising of the Lark, from a collection of old Welsh tunes in E. 
 Jones's Bardie Museum. It is hardly necessary to remark that the 
 poetn-is, in most instances, adapted to the national or particular 
 character of the air or song which it was intended to accompany.] 
 
SON OS FOR NATIONAL AIRS. 223 
 
 NORWEGIAN. 
 
 i 
 I. " National Air." 
 
 YE sons of sin-s, who fought and Wed 
 
 For liberty arid glory, 
 Whose fume, shall ever wider spread 
 
 Till Time is bent and hoary 
 Awake to meft the invading foe ! 
 
 House at the call of danger! 
 Heat down again his standard low, 
 
 And backward hurl the stranger ! 
 
 They knew no fear, those sires of old 
 
 'Mid swords and bayonets clashing, 
 Still hiirh they bore their banner's fold, 
 
 Its stars, like lightnings, flashing. 
 Be like those sires ! With freeborn might, 
 
 Renew the deeds of story ! 
 Who lives, .shall win a wreath of lijjht 
 
 W r ho falls, shall sle*p in irlory ! 
 
 II. " Mountain Air." 
 
 Soxs of the chase, awake ! 
 Haste, see the morning break ! 
 Wake to the horn ! 
 
224 SONGS FOR NATIONAL AIRS. 
 
 Ere fades the morning star, 
 Echoes, 'round crag and scar, 
 Proudly its blast afar 
 Far rings the horn ! 
 
 Hark to the bay of hound, 
 Tossed from the mountains 'round ! 
 
 Hark to the horn ! 
 Mount mount, and hark-away! 
 Bright dawns the glorious day 
 Soon we've the stag at bay 
 
 Loud wind the horn ! 
 
 GERMAN. 
 
 I. THE FLOWER OK LIBERTY*. 
 EH giet't dor Platzchcn u!>rr.ill. STOLLBERG. 
 
 THERE is no land, so fair and bright, 
 As this, where first I drew the light : 
 There is no land, so dear to me, 
 As this, that bears the strong and free, 
 The cradle home of liberty ! 
 Here blooms a sweeter flower, 
 Than aught in orient bower. 
 
SOX OS FOR NATIONAL AIRS. 220 
 
 The flower of freedom, fair and bright, 
 Here spreads its leaves of roseate light. 
 Yes, freedom's flower here, fair and bright. 
 Unfolds its leaves of roseate lijrht ! 
 
 o 
 
 Though far around the world I roam, 
 My heart still lingers for its home ; 
 And even where spring forever dwells, 
 Eaeli flower, I meet, but only tells 
 Of that, for which my boson* swells. 
 
 The flower that graces free 
 
 Thy temple, Liberty ! 
 Though far away my steps may roam, 
 That flower still wins me back to home. 
 Yes, far away my steps may roam, 
 That flower still wins me back to home ! 
 
 II. THE CHAIV OF LOVE. 
 Wir trinkon, kiihl umschatttt Voss. 
 
 O ! THERE are links, that bind us, 
 
 Of magic power 
 The links, that softly twined us 
 
 In Eden's hour. 
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226 SONGS FOR NATIONAL AIRS. 
 
 Joy wreaths his flowers around them, 
 And love with silk has bound them. 
 0! there's a charm, no tongue can tell ; 
 But still the heart, with hidden swell, 
 Can speak it well! 
 
 That chain the freeman wears it, 
 With generous pride : 
 
 That chain the hero bears it, 
 With haughty stride. 
 
 Yes, lion hearts receive it, 
 
 As fain- lingers weave it. 
 
 Subdued by love, they still can dare 
 
 The battle'field, and tearless there 
 Its dangers share ! 
 
 III. THE PATRIOT. 
 Dass nie ein Land zu kcincr Zcit- 
 
 WHO loves his country, firm will stand 
 
 To meet the fierce invader ; 
 Will lift his sword, with eamest hand, 
 
 To aid her. 
 
 He knows no fear, when danger calls 
 The patriot to his country's walls: 
 
SONGS FOR NATIONAL AIRS. 227 
 
 When danger forth the patriot calls, 
 Fearless he lights, and willing falls. 
 
 So stood our fathers, side by side, 
 In freedom's cause victorious, 
 When back recoiled the invading tide, 
 
 Inglorious. 
 
 And when our country calls again, 
 ! be her voice not heard in vain : 
 When loud our country calls again, 
 Our home shall be the tented plain ! 
 
 IV. WEALTH OF SOUL. 
 Frcund, ich nchte nicht des Mahlcs Voss. 
 
 NOT for gold, and not for splendour ; 
 
 Not for crown or throne 
 No never will my soul surrender 
 
 What it holds its own. 
 Thoy may dote on piles of treasure 
 They may swim in streams of pleasure 
 Poor their gain ! 
 Poor their gain ! 
 Poor, ah ! poor beyond all measure ! 
 
 Vain, O! vain! 
 Only slavery's chain. 
 
228 SONGS FOR NATIONAL AIRS 
 
 Not for all that wealth can oiler, 
 
 Would I check my soul 
 No not for regal bounty, suffer 
 
 Slavery's base control. 
 Ever in my own dominion, 
 I would mount on eagle's pinion, 
 Free as light ! 
 Free as light ! 
 Far above the tyrant's minion, 
 
 Wing my flight, 
 Nerved with strong delight. 
 
 V. TIIK FKSTIVE EVKNIXO. 
 Friort <!or Pol niit kalt m Srhinunrr Voss. 
 
 CHEERFUL glows the festive chamber.; 
 
 In the circle pleasure smiles : 
 Mounts the flame, like wreaths of amber ; 
 
 Bright as love, its warmth beguiles. 
 Glad the heart with joy is lighted ; 
 Hand with hand, in faith, is plighted, 
 
 As around the goblet flows. 
 Fill fill fill, and quail" the liquid rose! 
 Bright it glows 
 
 O! how bright the bosom glows. 
 
80 NO 8 FOR NATIONAL AIRS. 
 
 Pure as light, our social meeting : 
 
 Here no passion dares invade. 
 Joys we know, not light and fleeting : 
 
 Flowers we twine, that never fade. 
 Ours are links, not time can sever: 
 Brighter still they glow forever 
 
 (How in yon eternal day. 
 Xo no no, ye will not pass away 
 Ye will stay 
 
 Social joys, furover stay ! 
 
 VI. OUR COUNTRY. 
 Hckritnzt mil Latil* dwi liolien vollon Richer- Ci..U*DIua. 
 
 THK vine may glow, with purple clusters bending, 
 
 Where proudly flows the Rhine, 
 Or richer pomp to classic ruins lending, 
 
 Kound tower and temple twine. 
 
 Wo need no vine, our country's hills to brighten : 
 
 We need no boasted >viuc. 
 Ho ours the sails, that o'er the ocean whiten, 
 
 Around the masted pine. 
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230 SONGS FOR NATIONAL AIRS. 
 
 Be ours the nervy hands that spread and furl them, 
 
 With gallant hearts to dare 
 
 Ours freedom's bolts, with sinewy arms to hurl 
 them, 
 
 When threatening comes the war. 
 
 Mild as the morn, in peace, our starry splendour 
 
 Afar shall light the main. 
 That flag may perish never shall surrender 
 
 To boastful pride again ! 
 
 VII. WASHINGTON. 
 Fullt an die Gliiscr, fiillt bis obon Voss. 
 
 FILL fill your glasses brim them over ! 
 
 We drink a health of high renown ! 
 No patriot brow shall glory ever 
 
 With brighter wreaths of honour crown! 
 Our country's Sire! with fond emotion, 
 With firm resolve, and deep devotion. 
 Around our Union's altar llame, 
 Here we invoke his sacred name! 
 
 That name shall be our watchword ever, 
 When danger threats, or foe is nigh. 
 
SONGS FOR NATIONAL AIRS. 231 
 
 Curst be the hand that dare dissever 
 The holy bond, we prize so high. 
 Do thou, blest shade! this union cherish. 
 Thy memory here shall never perisli 
 Long as thy deeds shall here remain, 
 ! bind us in thy golden chain. 
 
 VIII. LIBERTY. 
 I in Hut dr Kn-vln-it stimtuct an 
 
 HEX HATH our country's Hag we stand, 
 
 And give our hearts to thee, 
 Bright power, who steel'st and ncrv'st our hand, 
 
 Thou first born, Liberty! 
 Here, on our swords we swear to give 
 Our willing lives, that thou mav'st live ! 
 
 For tlioc, the Spartan youth of old, 
 To death' devoted, fell ! 
 
 Thy spirit made the Roman bold, 
 And fired the patriot Tell ! 
 
 Our sires, on Bunker, fought for tht 1 
 
 Undaunted fought, and we are free ! 
 
 Run up our starry flag on high ! 
 No storm shall rend its folds. 
 
2 SONGS FOR NATIONAL A 1 II S . 
 
 On, like a meteor, through the sky, 
 
 Its steady course it holds. 
 Thus high in heaven our flag unfurled 
 (Jo, hear it, Freedom, round the world! 
 
 IX. THE BANQUET. 
 
 Dem Ku.dlcin, das gcljohren ward STOLLBERG. 
 
 LOUD rings the golden cup of joy, 
 
 Amid the banquet halls, 
 And manhood, light as sportful boy, 
 
 For mirth and music calls. 
 Give loose to pleasure ! send it free ! 
 
 O ! send it free, 
 To roam in wildest liberty. 
 
 CHORl'S. 
 
 Our hearts are free ! 
 They mount in wildest liberty! 
 
 As bird on pinion swift and strong. 
 
 In airy flight we play, 
 And as a bird's, our festive song, 
 
 Full echoing, floats away. 
 
SONGS FOR NATIONAL AIRS. 233 
 
 Joy crowns the banquet ! We arc free ! 
 
 O ! we arc free ; 
 Hut pure and high our liberty ! 
 
 C110RI . 
 
 Yes, we are free ; 
 Hut pure and high our liberty ! 
 
 X. SPRING. 
 Per Fruhlins ist eckoiamon STOLLBERO. 
 
 THE spring the spring is coming; 
 The birds are merrily singing 
 The spring the spring is coming; 
 
 We hear the nightingale 
 In shade of rose, at evening, 
 
 We hear the nightingale. 
 
 The yellow buds arc breaking ; 
 The (lowers in meadow are blowing; 
 And gentle winds are playing 
 
 Along the grassy vale, 
 Around the airy mountain, 
 
 And down the grassy vale. 
 
 The spring the spring is with us, 
 And light the swallow is flitting 
 
231 SONGS FOR NATIONAL AIRS. 
 
 The spring the spring is with us 
 It brings the nightingale 
 
 In cool of shady evening, 
 It brings the nightingale. 
 
 XI. THK SEASONS. 
 Dor Herbst beginnt SCIIULZ. 
 
 THE Spring is gone, 
 
 And, one by one, 
 The blossoms are withered and faded 
 
 The Summer, too, 
 
 Is almost through, 
 And thinner the fountain is shaded. 
 
 Come, Autumn, come ! 
 
 Thou load's! me home : 
 The birds of the Summer are flying. 
 
 Thou wilt not stay, 
 
 But stoat's! away, 
 And Winter behind thcc is .sighing. 
 
 The stars are bright, 
 
 This winter n\\\i : 
 The lake is merrily ringing. 
 
 The skater there, 
 
 To the frosty air, 
 His open bosom is flinging. 
 
SONGS FOR NATIONAL AIRS. 235 
 
 But Spring again 
 
 Shall wake the plain, 
 And showers the blossoms sprinkle. 
 
 As through the vale 
 
 Light blows the gale, 
 The lake shall curl and crinkle. 
 
 And Summer, thou, 
 
 With dripping brow, 
 Shalt plunge in the shady river, 
 
 When golden day 
 
 Is on his way, 
 And field and meadow quiver. 
 
 But, Autumn, come ! 
 
 I welcome home 
 Fallen leaves and faded flowers. 
 
 Thy sky is blue, 
 
 And soft as dew, 
 Thy still and gentle hours. 
 
 XII. THE BOATMEN OF THE RHINE. 
 Ein Leten f vie im Parodies HIELTY. 
 
 A JOYOUS life, like Paradise, 
 
 We lead along the Rhine, 
 From where it springs 'mid glacier ice, 
 
 To where it meets the brine. 
 
SONC5S FOR NATIONAL AIRS. 
 
 By mountain larin, ami moated tower, 
 
 By ancient town, wo glide: 
 By vine-clad hill, and fa Moil bower, 
 
 By castled rock, we ride. 
 
 'Mid Alpine song, we float along; 
 
 Through field and meadow stray: 
 Where glows the vine, in purple tune, 
 
 We win our easy way. 
 We left the free, brave Tell, with thee. 
 
 Their earliest rights to keep : 
 Now through a realm, that once was free, 
 
 We hasten to the deep. 
 
 XIII. FESTIVITY. 
 Frohlich to'nt dcr Bochcrklnng STOLLBKRO. 
 
 JOYOUS rings the goblet's chime, 
 
 In our merry meeting; 
 And our cheerful hearts keep time, 
 As the hours are lleeting. 
 Wake the echoes round us! 
 Friendship's chain has bound us ! 
 Only love can wound us ! 
 Fill your glasses fill them o'er ! 
 Drink, and care shall vex no more ! 
 
80NOS FOR NATIONAL AIRS. 237 
 
 Joy ascends on purple wings 
 
 Golflon clouds around him : 
 Lightly to tin; wind ho flings . 
 Kvery chain that, hound him. 
 From his heaven descending, 
 See him o'er us bfMid'nif, 
 Brightest influence lending! 
 Fill your glasses fill them high! 
 Quick as light, the minutes Ilv. 
 
 XIV. YOUTH. 
 Kosrn auf den Wog gc-strcut HCKI.TV. 
 
 ROSES 8 trowed along my way 
 
 Round me songs of gladness 
 On I speed in youthful play ; 
 
 Mine nor care nor sadness. 
 By me pleasure trips along, 
 
 Maid with eye bright glancing ; 
 Round the woods repeat her song, 
 
 As their leaves are dancing. 
 
 Gaily thus we trip it on, 
 Frolic youth and pleasure, 
 
 Gaily, as the moments run 
 By, in lightest measure. 
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238 
 
 SONGS FOR NATIONAL AIRS 
 
 While the spring of life is new, 
 Fresh its roses blowing, 
 
 So its early joys pursue 
 Quick the stream is flowing. 
 
 XV. THE VINTAGE. 
 BokrUnzct die Tonncu HKLTY. 
 
 THE vines are deep blushing; 
 
 The vintage is nigh ; 
 And plenty is gushing, 
 
 In showers, from the sky. 
 Bright spirits are fleeting, 
 On white clouds, along ; 
 And glad hearts arc greeting 
 Their presence with song. 
 
 The youth and the maiden ^ 
 
 Now haste to the vine ; 
 The choicest of clusters 
 
 They gracefully twine : 
 \Vith music and dances, 
 
 They bear them away 
 Their toil is but pastime ; 
 
 Their labour is play. 
 
SONGS FOR NATIONAL AIRS. 239 
 
 O'er hill, and o'er valley, 
 
 Is calm and repose ; 
 The voice of the fountain 
 
 Is hushed as it flows ; 
 The lake, too, is sleeping, 
 
 Unrullled its breast : 
 All nature is keeping 
 
 A sabbath of rest. 
 
 The vintage is gathered; 
 
 The harvest is in ; 
 The fruitage of autumn 
 
 Is piled in its bin : 
 The swallows are flitting 
 
 To sunnier shore ; 
 We care not for winter 
 
 We've plenty in store. 
 
 XVI. SPRING. 
 Frewle jul>clt ; Licbe waltet MATTHISSOX. 
 
 MIRTH is shouting joy is singing. 
 Far o'er hill, o'er vale and plain ! 
 
 Love his merry flight is winging 
 Through the flowery groves again. 
 
10 S O X O S FOR NATIONAL AIRS. 
 
 Even the secret forest feeleth, 
 
 Trembling deep, his maic power. 
 
 Round the hill, at evening, stealeth 
 Music, gentle as the hour. 
 
 Spring is with us flowers are. Mowing; 
 
 Round their leaves the west wind plays 
 As afar their hreath is Mowing, 
 
 To their couch he hastes, and stays. 
 Every sound, that nature utters, 
 
 Blends in harmony with all 
 Bee that hums, and leaf that Mutters, 
 
 Whispering wind, and waterfall. 
 
 XVII. EVKXIXO. 
 Phubus eilot, n;tch dor Rnse KtEPKKN. 
 
 EVENING o'er the vales descending, 
 Fresh the wind from mountain blows ; 
 
 And the stars, their influence lending, 
 Win the labourer to repose. 
 
 Night resumes her silent reign 
 
 Shadowy coolness soothes again ! 
 
 CHORl'S. 
 
 Blessings on her gentle reign ! 
 Coolness soothes our hearts again. 
 
80NOS FOR NATIONAL AIRS. 211 
 
 Dimly o'er the mountain fading, 
 
 Sunset glories die away. 
 Night, each hue of beauty shading, 
 
 Robes the earth in dun array. 
 But she brings us still repose 
 Soft our wearied eyelids close ! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Grateful is her still repose 
 Pressed by sleep, our eyelids close ! 
 
 XVJH. HOPE. 
 Hoflnung, Hofinung, immcr griin HERDER. 
 
 HOPE ! tliou art my only friend 
 
 When the light, that shone around me* 
 AH has fled, and grief has bound me, 
 Though not love his influence lend, 
 Thou, ! Hope, art still my friend. 
 
 All the flowers of life may wither, 
 Friend and lover, glory, sold 
 
 All may fly, we know not whither, 
 But thy arms shall still enfold. 
 21* 
 
2-12 SOX 08 FOR NATIONAL AIRS. 
 
 Hope ! tliou ever art my friend 
 
 Though my dearest joys should leave me, 
 Fate of all 1 loved bereave me, 
 
 Thou a cheering light wilt send, 
 
 Still, O! Hope, my only friend. 
 
 All that wins the heart is fleeting ; 
 
 Ere 'tis known, it flits away, 
 Ever from our grasp retreating 
 
 Thou, O! Hope, alone wilt stay. 
 
 RUSSIAN. 
 
 I. THK BATTLE CALL. 
 Ach ty IN>U', moi i>olc czistoc 
 Ah! thou plain, my open plain 
 
 LOUD rings the battle trumpet, 
 Far resounding, far swelling ! 
 Rouse, heroes, rouse to the conflict ! 
 See, yonder the dark foe 
 Sweeps, like a winter storm! 
 
 On speeds the fierce invader, 
 Wild as ocean high heaving ! 
 Strong nerve ye, boldly to meet him ! 
 Back hurl him, as dashed wave 
 Rolls from the rock-bound shore ! 
 
SOX OS FOR NATIONAL AIRS. .241 
 
 Earth far has shook beneath him. 
 All invading, all subduing! 
 Yet fear not country is sacred ! 
 Who arms for his loved home, 
 Fights with the sword of heaven ! 
 
 II. 
 
 \Vsj>omni, wsjioiiini, moy liul>cznoy, 
 Moiu prcz'niuju liulwv 
 
 Think, O! think, U-lovcd, 
 Of rny curly love 
 
 THINK, O ! think, how much thou lov'dst me, 
 When my cheek was fresh and fair. 
 Do not coldly now forget me, 
 Though its bloom has gone ! 
 
 Think how oft we sat together ! 
 Happy were our moments then. 
 Then my eye was bright with pleasure- 
 Now 'tis dimmed with tears. 
 
 Like a rose, was then my beauty, 
 
 Rose that opens first in spring. 
 
 Then my charms could more allure thee 
 
 I could love not more.. 
 
11 SONUS FOR NATIONAL AIRS 
 
 Leave, O ! leave me not forsaken 
 I will love thee ever true. 
 Pale my cheek, and sorrow-stricken 
 Love still lights my soul. 
 
 III. THE WILLOW. 
 
 Iwuszka, iwuszka zclrnaia moia 
 Willow, my green willow 
 
 BRIGHT flows the meadow stream, and o'er it bends 
 
 the willow 
 There sat the maid I love, and wove her flowers in 
 
 garlands : 
 There sits no gentle maid O ! canst thou tell me, 
 
 willow, 
 Where I can find the maid, that sat at evening by 
 
 thce ? 
 
 Light on the meadow stream, there floats a rosy 
 
 garland 
 Fair maiden wove the flowers, and dropped them in 
 
 the water. 
 " Go, garland," thus she said, " and whisper to my 
 
 lover : 
 True ever is thy love her heart will ne'er forget 
 
 thee." 
 
80N08 FOR NATIONAL AIRS. 245 
 
 Low droops the willow-tree its leaf is pale and 
 
 yellow : 
 There flows no meadow stream the summer sun 
 
 has dried it. 
 Brown all the grass below no maiden gathers 
 
 flowers ; 
 Sits there no more at eve, to weave her flowers in 
 
 garlands. 
 
 Sec ! on the pebbles lies a soiled and withered 
 
 garland 
 
 Such is my withered heart, and so my hope has faded. 
 False maiden wove the flowers, and cast them in 
 
 the water 
 Soon dried the stream away, and withered lay the 
 
 garland. 
 
 BOHEMIAN. 
 I. BIRD OP^TIIE MorxTAix. 
 
 Lasstowic/.ka Ijta, Ijta, 
 Powjcla z'o swjtii 
 
 The swallow is llj'inj, is flying; 
 He tells me, it dawns 
 
 BIRD of the mountain, sweetly thou singest 
 O ! sweet thy sonjj ! 
 
 Over the fountain, high in the branches, 
 Thou sitt'st alone. 
 
210 SONGS FOK NATIONAL AIRS. 
 
 There oft, at evening, I linger to hear thec 
 Bird of the mountain, sweetly thou singest- 
 O ! sweet thy song ! 
 
 Bird of the mountain, why art thou ever 
 So sad and lone ! 
 
 Only I hear thee breaking the silence, 
 So deep around. 
 
 Art thou the spirit of heart-broken maiden ? 
 
 Bird of the mountain, why art thou ever 
 So sad and lone ! 
 
 II. THE BIRD THAT HAS LOST ITS Yocxo. 
 \Vy j.anenky scdlsky, ge was tu gen dwanact 
 WHY so sadlv sin^'st thou? 
 
 ^ 
 
 Hast thou lost thy loved one ? 
 
 Why art thou so lonely, 
 
 "Mid the woods afar ? 
 
 " They have stolen all my young ones 
 
 That is why so sad my song !" 
 
 Cease thy song of sorrow ! 
 Spring is all around thee 
 Other loves may bless thee 
 
SONGS FOR NATIONAL AIRS. 247 
 
 Break not so thy heart ! 
 
 " They have stolen all my loved ones 
 
 Other !oves I cannot know !" 
 
 III. DrSHKA.* 
 
 Prawda a z'adna lex* 
 1. 
 
 DUSIIKA, fairest of maddens! 
 Long' have I sought for thy love. 
 Long have I courted thcc ; 
 Long have I lingered ; 
 Yet riot a smile have I won. 
 Still thou art dear to me 
 Ever art dear to me ; 
 
 * The two sonps, under this head, were written to accompany the 
 same air, as differently modified in its time. The original time of 
 the air is triple (3-1.) with a syncopated note (a pointed fourth) in 
 the middle of the first measure. Th- second snsr. not including 
 the words in brackets, is adapted to this time : including the words 
 in brackets, it is adapted to a triple time, in which the first measure 
 is resolved into a uniform series of eigiulis. This hist modification 
 has a much slower movement than the preceding, the absolute time 
 of wiiich is detennined by the syncopated note in the tirst measure. 
 The movement of the verse is detennined, the other lines remain* 
 ins: the. same, by the varying length of the first line ; quicker when 
 thrtt is shorter, and slower when that is longer, that an equilibrium 
 of time may be preserved throughout. The first sonz i* adapted 
 to the same air, in G-8 time; moving by triplets, us the second by 
 couplets of syllables. 
 
218 SOXGS FOR NATIONAL AIRS 
 
 Ever till death I am tliinc. 
 Dushka, fairest of maidens ! 
 (Jive me, O ! give me thy love. 
 
 Dushka, fairest of maidens! 
 Turn not so eoldly away. 
 Thou wilt remember me, 
 AYhen they have left thee, 
 \Vhon all the faithless are gone. 
 Then thou wilt think of me, 
 Fondly wilt think of me. 
 Know I am faithful and true. 
 Dushka, fairest of maidens! 
 Yield me, O ! yield me thy heart. 
 
 2. 
 
 DUSIIKA, fairest [dearest] maiden ! 
 Thou art still my only love. 
 When the early blossom 
 Of thy beauty fades, 
 Thou wilt find me ever true. 
 Other youths may leave thee, 
 \Vhen thy roses wither ; 
 Still my heart is ever thine. 
 Dushka, fairest [dearest] maiden! 
 Thou art still mv only love. 
 
SONUS FOR NATIONAL AIRS 
 
 Dushka, fairest [dearest] maiden ! 
 'Thou wilt ever be my love. 
 Xot, like binl of summer, 
 Do I flh away ; 
 Kven in winter I remain. 
 I will never leave thee, 
 Though the storm he rising; 
 Then I'll press thee to my heart. 
 J)nshk;t, fairest [Nearest] maiden! 
 Thou wilt ever '< mv love. 
 
 GAELIC. 
 
 n IJocxn. 
 lorram Fliir a Blmfa." (Thr Sons of the Boatmen.) 
 
 O'ER the foaming sea, 
 Far the ship hastens 
 To the jLrrecn island, 
 Where my love dwells. 
 There we meet, love ; 
 Never part more, 
 Till our eyes close 
 In their last sleep. 
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250 SONGS FOR NATIONAL AIRS 
 
 Dear me swiftly on, 
 Fresh and fair breezes, 
 O'er the blue ocean 
 Fill my white sail! 
 For my heart longs 
 For its dear home 
 Longs to meet her, 
 "Whom my youth loved. 
 
 Yonder rises dim, 
 OYr the dark waters. 
 Far the green island, 
 I have sought long. 
 Speed thee, swift hark, 
 As a dart (lies ! 
 Soon my loved shore 
 I shall greet again. 
 
 II. THE TRYST. 
 Rigliil Thulaiohean.." (Tulloch Reel.) 
 
 O ! COME, lassie, come and meet me ! 
 Come, lassie, to the hazel ! 
 There, lassie, thou hast trysted, 
 At the gloamin' hour to meet mo. 
 
SONGS FOR NATIONAL AIRS. 251 
 
 We will sit beneath its shadow, 
 As the gloamin' light is fading, 
 And the mist, along the meadow, 
 
 All its dewv flowers is shadin". 
 
 
 
 We will sit, and talk together 
 Tell how much we love each other; 
 As the lumhs among the heather, 
 (Jentle aye to one another 
 With a kiss of love and kindness, 
 Then we'll part, to inert attain. 
 O ! rome, lassie, come and meet me! 
 Come, lassie, to the hazel! 
 There, lassie, thou hast trysted, 
 At the gloamin' hour to meet me. 
 
 O ! come, lassie, come raid meet me ! 
 
 Come, when the lambs are faulding 
 
 Conic to the hazel, lassie ! 
 
 I'll be early there to meet thee. 
 
 Thou wilt na' distrust thy laddie 
 
 Truthful aye he's been unto thee : 
 
 He has ever loeM thee, lassie 
 
 lie will ever dearly loe thee. 
 
 Now the heather bells are swinging, 
 
 And the gowany turf is glowing, 
 
 U right the saugh, and gay the rowan, 
 
 Red the rose, and green the rashes, 
 
S O X ' S F O R NAT! O \ A 1. AIRS. 
 
 Meet nn% lassie, hv the hazi'l 
 Meet me hy the mountain hum ! 
 O! eomo, lassie, eome and meet me! 
 Come, when the lamhs are faulding 
 Come to the ha/.el, lassie ! 
 I'll he earlv there to meet thee. 
 
 111. THK LOVKK'S L.OIKNT. 
 Air" Cuilfliionn." iTho Holly.) 
 
 O! OLOSKP the eye, that heained so kindly, 
 Mild as the morn, when it first mieloses 
 O ! pale the lip. that smiled so fondly. 
 Pure, in its hue, as the dewy ruse. 
 O ! like the rose, that lip has faded ; 
 Cold in the irrave thy form reposes ; 
 Dark dark as ni^ht, my soul is shaded ; 
 Full as the fountain, my heart io\v Hows. 
 
 Lonj shall I think of the hours, when I sat with thee, 
 Under the shade of the tryst ing tree, at silent 
 
 gloaming ; 
 Loiiij shall 1 dwell on the scenes I have viewed 
 
 with thee ; 
 But I shall see thee no more again. 
 
SOX OS FOR NATIO.V.A/, A / R S . l>. r >3 
 
 Yet shrill f never forget how 1 strayed with thee, 
 Over the hills, in the sunny noon of April, roaming ; 
 N-ver forget liow in childhood I played with thee, 
 Hours, that, like thee, were without a stain. 
 
 jV r . Cf..N !>SX.\L*S Cf.iTHKRINi. 
 
 A Pihnich. 
 Air *C^alh iia Sit !."< War >r IVa^.) 
 
 Ti, Clan Donnal ! 
 WiM rings the pibroch through glf-n and through 
 
 valley ; 
 
 Loud peals the slogan, that calls you to war ! 
 J lasto ! Ooimal's hold warriors on yonder hill rally; 
 High bla/e the bale-fires o'er heath and o'er moun 
 tain ; 
 And broad waves the standard, and streams afar. 
 
 I'p, Clan Donnal ! 
 
 .' jird on the broad-sword, and on with the tartan ! 
 Haste, where the pipes shrilly waken the echoes. 
 For there is the gathering of Donnal to-day! 
 
 Up, Chin Donnal ! 
 
 Haste ye from lake, and from glen, and from moun 
 tain. 
 
 From forest and heath, from the well and the 
 fountain. 
 
251 SONGS FOR NATIONAL AIK8. 
 
 And rush ye, like eagles who sweep to their quarry, 
 Or sons of the mountain, abroad on their foray, 
 Nor think of aught else, but the loved ones behind 
 
 you, 
 
 Who faithful defenders, in battle, shall find you 
 So up, and away ! 
 
 I 7 p, ('Ian Donna! ! 
 
 Haste to the gathering, as hounds in the morning 
 Speed where the horn rings o'er heath and o'er 
 
 hill ! 
 Haste ! Clansmen should spring as the pipes give 
 
 their warning- 
 Dash from their heights, like a flood from its 
 
 fountain, 
 When swelled by the burst of a cloud to its fill. 
 
 Up, Clan Donnal ! 
 
 Trusty and faithful we ever have known you 
 Fearless and true were your fathers before you 
 Long may their pride and their glory remain ! 
 
 Up, Clan Donnal ! 
 
 On through the torrent, and on through the Driver, 
 And on up the steep where the mountain sides 
 
 shiver, 
 
 For spirits of heroes are hovering o'er you, 
 And vonder the Saxon invader before vou 
 
*ONO* FOR NATIONAL A I ft * . 
 
 On, from your noil with your goo<l claymon-* *w?ep 
 
 AIM! high at the fool of your (trampiani h-p 
 
 them 
 
 So up, :uii] away ! 
 
 WKLHH. 
 
 f.* 
 
 Air "MM.i'i yr (Jj<lMlil. ff (Tin- Klowrr <r i|, N,,rtl,,) 
 I. THIS Ho*o or 
 
 OK Ho*?!, high and gloriou*, nil**: tho 
 
 H?inl, wiih hoary hair, like utronrning meteor! 
 
 Striko tho hnrp. in martini wymphouy ! 
 
 f'lom- tllC Ntr.'ltfl 111 NaillH'MN ! 
 
 Tin- liM'U of oihi-r <layx, worthy 
 !Jrijht MH holy h>:ivrii t fair UN vi*rnnl 
 S'rntiK a iii(uiitiii wolvrn, lions too in light, 
 Milil April Hlio\v<-r, in their peaceful <!ayn, 
 I'uling rit(htM)uly, i:oiii|tieriiiij; nohly 
 Surli, nhm ! fire M<MTI no more. 
 
 'I i'. ,ir in \\it* iiMttincc in in i|M;n!ruj*lr tim % (1-1.) Th'* fir*? 
 ! tii- UMII:.^ iirn.fujMMVifii.' i', I" wri'l'-n w i'li u yl!uMf t- ..... 
 ii'i ! tin ni'imr. Tix- N'< *'fnl in wntN'M in ll>- r'';'i!.ir m trim! 
 fliyiliiii of tin- uir, with ufi!v onr i)|l, l .|<- !i < i/!. f ! ( .f t in- . 
 'it rh a rrjM'uf of tlir hr^i f<nr hn". lly r'ilin.' jnfJir w&rtld 
 Inn- of i!,r f)ri |i , " lik< ( rnrti-nr, ntrfunin< H !"" in the fifth 
 hii-, "ilirilrriNof c],iyi.!'|.,irtl"--Hii! in tl. li*v-nf!i hnr. " \-> 
 in " "lull iinu f IMT*/' th' 1 rhyliun wf tin- \TI- l< rom * th.it 
 "I 
 
25*5 S O N O K O II NATIONAL AIRS. 
 
 No more shall hero's ^rm wield the falchion. 
 High-born I Joel bore to victory. 
 Rust has dimmed it ; time has tarnished it 
 Breathe us tours of sorrow ! 
 
 ALOFT resounds Llewellyn's liorn ; 
 Sharp rings its blast, like note, of scorn ; 
 From Snowdon's peaks it rolls at ir.orn. 
 
 O'er (iwynedil jron!ly MWi-llinjj. 
 Its echoes bound from era*,' nnd scar, 
 And borne by mountain winds afar, 
 They call the Cambrian youth to war 
 
 The Saxon's deaih-pcal knelling. 
 
 Like lightning's (lash on lake or stream. 
 The sword ol' Khydderch darts its gleam. 
 None, but its own uncoiHjnered lord, 
 ("an bear in fight that magic sword. 
 \Vlio else dares draw if from its sheath. 
 Finds in its wasting llain- his death. 
 In Rhydderch's strong right hand, it waves, 
 A meteor, o'er yon Saxon slaves. 
 Such Rhyddcrch's sword, Llewellyn's horn, 
 Far flashing, proudly swelling. 
 
SON'S FOi. .w . ,. A IRS. 257 
 
 II. TUB BAKU'S Soxo. 
 Air 44 Y BanM yn oi Aw-n." (TV Bard in his Inspiration.) 
 
 HARK ! yonder swells a music, 
 
 Full, yet distant ; as from heaven, 
 
 Flows it through the air. 
 
 Uards ! wake ye, and in chorus, 
 
 Tune your harps, and raise your voices 
 
 Welcome here the song ! 
 
 Hail, heroes, hards and sages, 
 Princely Hoel, high Cadwallon ! 
 Night veils us, hut around us 
 Heaven is opened,* and its music 
 Lifts us to its halls ! 
 
 III. THE Soxo OP' VICTORY. 
 Air" Ton Alarch." (The Swan's Note.) 
 
 SHOUT, shout for victory! 
 Raise high the paean ! 
 Strong arms have conquered 
 Strong hearts impelled them. 
 Bright hymns shall welcome us, 
 Loved arms emhrace us, 
 Fond blessings follow us 
 Home to our halls. 
 
258 SONGS FOR NATIONAL AIRS. 
 
 Full is our triumph ; 
 Home now is rescued : 
 Sun-bright our victory ; 
 Stain can not dim it. 
 But for the fallen 
 Breathe now the requiem! 
 Glad songs should bear them 
 High to their heaven. 
 
 Shout, shout for victory ! 
 Low lies the invader : 
 Heaven still protects us, 
 Shields hearth and altar. 
 Bards, tune your symphonies ! 
 Swell full your chorus ! 
 Bright deeds to other days 
 Flow on your songs. 
 
 Loud rings the prcan 
 Youth fondly listens ; 
 Hearts so inspirited 
 Pant high for glory. 
 Soft tones of sorrow 
 Breathe for the fallen 
 Welcome as incense, 
 Rise to the stars. 
 
SONGS FOR NATIONAL AIRS. 259 
 
 IV. THE RISING op THE LARK. 
 
 SEE! Morning breaks, 
 And pours its light 
 O'er yonder height, 
 And dewy bright. 
 
 
 
 Young Day awakes. 
 I mount and sing, 
 On quivering wing, 
 And bear to heaven 
 My joyous song. 
 In midway air, 
 As flitting star, 
 'Mid golden beams 
 I float along ; 
 While far below, 
 In dawn's first glow, 
 The woods attune 
 
 Their vocal thron^. 
 
 & 
 
 Thus lost in light, 
 With sudden fall, 
 From heaven's high hall, 
 At love's sweet call, 
 I drop my flight; 
 Then mount again 
 The eye in vain 
 
CGO 
 
 SONGS FOR NATIONAL AIRS. 
 
 Can trace me, 
 
 As 1 sweep on high ; 
 
 But still the ear 
 
 Can ever hear 
 
 My clear notes 
 
 Falling -from the sky, 
 
 As if in bush, 
 
 At evening's hush, 
 
 The nightingale 
 
 Close warbled by. 
 
 Sing ! joyous lark 
 My heart, with thee, 
 Mounts light and free 
 High liberty, 
 Its shining mark. 
 Still heavenward fly ! 
 "With thee, on high, 
 My spirit speeds 
 From earth afar 
 On airy wings, 
 Aloft it springs, 
 To dwell 'mill light 
 Of sun and star 
 Full-voiced and strong, 
 It pours its song. 
 Like hymn that greets 
 The victor's car. 
 
THE XORXS. 
 
 [The three Norns (\ontir) were the three Fates or Destinies 
 of the Scandinavian Mytholoiry. They were re-ally only per 
 sonifications of the thr i e periods of time: the Past (L'r.l.) the 
 Present (VeranJi,) and the Future (*V&n/cf.)] 
 
 URD. 
 FAR in the depths of ages gone I dwell 
 
 Around me forms of earliest splendour rise ; 
 .Temple and heaven-like dome, with graceful swell, 
 
 Blend, in their brightness, with the orient skies. 
 On pyramid and column, glorious, shine 
 High myths of heroes, carved in mystic line; 
 
 Mysterious light, o'er all, from heaven, is thrown : 
 And songs of glory fill the vocal air, 
 Aloft the deeds of fame sublimely bear ; 
 
 Deep as the thunder, but how sweet, their tone ! 
 
 VERAXDI. 
 On the rushing stream I sweep along ; 
 
 Sun-bright o'er me swells the cloudless blue ; 
 23 
 
262 THE NORXS. 
 
 Joys around, a gay, triumphant throng, 
 Lead mo on, with high and cheerful song, 
 
 Give me ever greetings, bright and new. 
 Onward still the stream, in golden glow, 
 
 Heaves and tosses, as if life were there : 
 
 Warm and kindling, breathes the inspiring air ; 
 Wakened by its touch, in bounding llow, 
 
 Thought and feeling in the jovance share. 
 
 UKI>. 
 Calm, on my high-piled trophies, I repose . 
 
 On polished bronze I grave the immortal lay. 
 A stream, from unseen fountain, by me ilows, 
 
 And Inirrvinsr bears my scattered leaves away. 
 That is the rushing stream that leads thee on : 
 Catch from its wave the leaves that, in the sun, 
 
 Quick llash, like ice-gems in the dawn's first light. 
 These from the holy past to thee are borne 
 Look reverent back, nor, in thy joyance, scorn 
 
 The gifts from me, that make thy present bright. 
 
 YKK.VNMI. 
 In my heart, a living spirit burns, 
 
 Nerved to earnest act and daring deed. 
 Never, as it hastens, back it turns ; 
 All the past holds buried in its urns, 
 
 Win it not to check its onward speed. 
 
THE XORNS. 2G3 
 
 Who would give this glorious world around, 
 Sun-bright stream, and fair and flowery shore, 
 Hopes, like visions, leading on before, 
 
 On, in light, to time's remotest bound, 
 Give, for all the great thou hast in store ! 
 
 URD. 
 
 Then speed tliee reckless on but I remain, 
 
 Where ancient glories still unfading tower : 
 Deeds, such as mine, shall ne'er be done airain 
 
 The fruits of godlike thouirht and titan po\vcr. 
 Where, in the mvstic. light of orient skies, 
 Vast pyramid and massive temple rise, 
 
 In shade of sacred laurel I recline. 
 The golden sun of morning meets me there ; 
 The first-born world, around me, fresh and fair 
 
 Its life, its love, its music, all divine ! 
 
 VEHAXDI. 
 On the rushing stream, away ! away ! 
 
 While the moments win us, speed along ! 
 As the favouring winds around us play, 
 We have, too, a heart-inspiring lay ; 
 
 Only joy and hope awake our song. 
 Or should tempest meet me on my path, 
 
 Fearlessly my track I still pursue ; 
 
 Strength and skill is mine, to bear me through ; 
 
261 THE XOR.VS. 
 
 Soon the wasting storm shall spend its wrath 
 Joyous day again its light renew. 
 
 SKULD. 
 Far on the boundless deep I hold my throne, 
 
 Where clouds and darkness rear their wondrous 
 
 wall : 
 Deep in their solemn shades I dwell alone ; 
 
 No strangers foot lias ever touched my hall. 
 The stream of time still rushes to the main ; 
 Its golden waves attract the eye in vain : 
 Amid the clouds that round me rise afar, 
 One faint light draws it, like a magic star. 
 
 That light is from my shrine in fuller glow 
 
 It burns, than all your brightest years have known : 
 
 Still burns it on, in one eternal flow, 
 
 When past and present fame is ever gone. 
 
 Speed on, then, o'er the deep ! though, dim and 
 dark. 
 
 High heave the clouds, be that your beacon mark! 
 
 Through the dun shades ye pass ; then holiest 
 day 
 
 Sweeps, in illimitable bliss, away ! 
 

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