FAIREST! PUT ON AWHILE

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AIREST! put on awhile

These pinions of light I bring thee, And o'er thy own green isle

In fancy let me wing thee. Never did Ariel's plume

At golden sunset hover O'er such scenes of bloom As I shall waft thee over!

Fields where the Spring delays,
And fearlessly meets the ardor
Of the warm Summer's gaze

With only her tears to guard her.
Rocks, through myrtle boughs
In grace majestic frowning-

Like a bold warrior's brows

That Love has just been crowning.

Islets, so freshly fair,

That never hath bird come nigh them, But from his course through air

He hath been won down by them,

Types, sweet maid, of thee,

Whose look, whose blush inviting,

Never did Love yet see

From Heaven, without alighting.

Lakes where the pearl lies hid,

And caves where the diamond's sleeping,

Bright as the gems that lid

Of thine let fall in weeping.

Glens where ocean comes

To escape the wild wind's rancor,

And harbors, worthiest homes,

Where freedom's sails could anchor.

FAREWELL! BUT WHENEVER YOU WELCOME THE HOUR

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AREWELL! but whenever you welcome the hour,

That awakens the night-song of mirth in your

bower,

Then think of the friend who once welcomed it too,
And forgot his own griefs to be happy with you.
His griefs may return-not a hope may remain
Of the few that have brightened his pathway of pain
But he ne'er will forget the short vision that threw
Its enchantment around him while ling'ring with you.

And still on that evening, when pleasure fills up
To the highest top sparkle each heart and each cup,
Where'er my path lies, be it gloomy or bright,
My soul, happy friends! shall be with you that night;
Shall join in your revels, your sports, and your wiles,
And return to me beaming all o'er with your smiles -
Too blest, if it tells me that, 'mid the gay cheer,
Some kind voice had murmured, "I wish he were
here!"

Let Fate do her worst, there are relics of joy,
Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy;
Which come, in the night-time of sorrow and care,
To bring back the features that joy used to wear.

Long, long be my heart with such memories filled!
Like the vase in which roses have once been distilled -
You
may break, you may ruin the vase, if you will,
But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.

GO WHERE GLORY WAITS THEE

O where glory waits thee,

Go

But, while fame elates thee,
O still remember me.

When the praise thou meetest
To thine ear is sweetest,

O then remember me.
Other arms may press thee,
Dearer friends caress thee,
All the joys that bless thee,
Sweeter far may be ;

But when friends are nearest,
And when joys are dearest,
O then remember me !

When, at eve, thou rovest
By the star thou lovest,
O then remember me !
Think, when home returning,
Bright we've seen it burning,
O thus remember me.

Oft as summer closes,
When thine eye reposes
On its ling'ring roses,

Once so loved by thee,
Think of her who wove them,
Her who made thee love them,
O then remember me.

When, around thée dying,
Autumn leaves are lying,
O then remember me!
And, at night, when gazing
On the gay hearth blazing,
O still remember me.
Then should music, stealing
All the soul of feeling,
To thy heart appealing,
Draw one tear from thee;
Then let memory bring thee
Strains I used to sing thee,—
O then remember me.

I KNEW BY THE SMOKE

KNEW by the smoke that so gracefully curled

I Above the green elms, that a cottage was near,

And I said: "If there's peace to be found in the world,

The heart that is humble might hope for it here."

It was noon, and on flowers that languished around, In silence reposed the voluptuous bee;

Every leaf was at rest, and I heard not a sound,

Save the woodpecker's tapping the hollow beech

tree.

And here in this lone little wood," I exclaimed,

With a maid who was lovely to soul and to eye, Who would blush when I praised her, and weep if I

blamed,

How blest could I live, and how calm could I die."

By the shade of yon sumach, whose red berry dips
In the gush of the fountain, how sweet to recline,
And to know that I sighed upon innocent lips,
Which had never been sighed on by any but mine.

LOVE'S YOUNG DREAM

! THE days are gone, when Beauty bright

O' My heart's chain wove;

When my dream of life, from morn till night,

Was love, still love.

New hope may bloom,
And days may come

Of milder, calmer beam,

But there's nothing half so sweet in life
As love's young dream:

No, there's nothing half so sweet in life
As love's young dream.

Though the bard to purer fame may soar,
When wild youth's past;

Though he win the wise, who frowned before,
To smile at last;

He'll never meet
A joy so sweet,