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GO, THEN—'TIS VAIN.
Thus round a hope that's dead
'Twas sweet-'twas false'tis fled ! Farewell; since nought it moves thee,
Such truth as mine to see,
New life around me shed !
Now leaves me death instead!
To some new lover's sigh,
May be more bless'd than I.
THE CRYSTAL HUNTERS.
O’Er mountains bright with snow and light,
We Crystal Hunters speed along, While grots and caves, and icy waves,
Each instant echo to our song; And, when we meet with stores of gems, We grudge not kings their diadems. O’er mountains bright with snow and light;
We Crystal Hunters speed along,
Of sparkles from his lady's eyes,
That tell where deep the crystal lies;
Though, next to crystal, we too grant
The golden sunset leaves its ray,
We thither bend our headlong way;
O'er mountains, etc.
ROW GENTLY HERE.
Row gently here, my gondolier; so softly wake the tide,
below. Ah! did we take for heaven above but half such pains as we Take day and night for woman's love,what angels we should be !
OH! DAYS OF YOUTH.
Why thus for ever haunt my view?
Why did not Memory die there too?
Whispering of joys that yet remain-
One joy that equals youth's sweet pain.
Cold winds of Time blow round my brow;
Where is your warmth, your glory now?
'Tis not that now no joys remain; Oh! it is that life no more can bring me
One joy so sweet as that worst pain.
WHEN FIRST THAT SMILE.
When first that smile, like sunshine, bless'd my sight,
Oh! what a vision then came o'er me! Long years of love, of calm and pure delight,
Seem'd in that smile to pass before me. Ne'er did the peasant dream, ne'er dream of summer skies,
Of golden fruit and harvests springing,
Oh I woman's faith is like her brightness,
Or aught that's known for grace and lightness. Short as the Persian's prayer, his prayer at close of day,
Must be each vow of Love's repeating; Quick let him worship Beauty's precious ray
Even while he kneels that ray is fleeting!
PEACE TO THE SLUMBERERS!
They lie on the battle-plain,
The dew and the summer rain
Vain was their bravery!
The fallen oak lies where it lay,
But brave hearts, once swept away,
Our limbs shall lie as cold as theirs
Ere we forget the deep arrears
WHEN THOU SHALT WANDER,
When thou shalt wander by that sweet light
We used to gaze on so many an eve, When love was new and hope was bright,
Ere I could doubt or thou deceive-
That love like ours was far too sweet
When past the summer's heat;
Such days, such nights, as bless'd thee then.
WHO'LL BUY MY LOVE-KNOTS?
“Who’ll buy my love-knots ?
Who'll buy my love-knots ???
“Who'll buy my love-knots ?
Who'll buy my love-knots ?” All that sweet cry assembled; Some laugh’d, some blush'd, and some trembled,
III. “Here are knots,” said Hymen, taking Some loose flowers, “ of Love's own making; Here are goldones—you may trust 'em,”— (These, of course, found ready custom).
“Come buy my love-knots !
Come buy my love-knots ! Some are labell’d 'Knots to tie men''Love the maker'-'Bought of Hymen.'»
IV. Scarce their bargains were completed, When the nymphs all cried, “We're cheated ! See these flowers-they're drooping sadly; This gold-knot, too, ties but badly
Who'd buy such love-knots ?
Who'd buy such love-knots ?
“Take back our love-knots !
Take back our love-knots !”—