No, that hallowed form is ne'er forgot Still it lingering haunts the greenest spot 'Twas odor fled As soon as shed; 'Twas morning's winged dream; Oh! 'twas light that ne'er can shine again THE PRINCE'S DAY. THOUGH dark are our sorrows, to-day we'll forget them, There never were hearts, if our rulers would let them, Has ceased to pain, And hope has enwreathed it round with flowers, There comes a new link Our spirits to sink— Oh! the joy that we taste, like the light of the poles, THE PRINCE'S DAY. 155 Contempt on the minion who calls you disloyal! Though fierce to your foe, to your Is love from a heart that loves liberty too. Your fame, your right, Would shrink from the blaze of the battle array, In front would be seen Oh ! my life on your faith! were you summoned this minute, You'd cast every bitter remembrance away, And show what the arm of old Erin has in it, When roused by her foe, on her Prince's Day. He loves the Green Isle, and his love is recorded The gem may be broke By many a stroke, But nothing can cloud its native ray; Each fragment will cast A light to the last And thus, Erin, my country, though broken thou art, LESBIA HATH A BEAMING EYE. LESBIA hath a beaming eye, But no one knows for whom it beameth; Right and left its arrows fly, But what they aim at no one dreameth. Sweeter 'tis to gaze upon My Nora's lid that seldom rises; Few its looks, but every one, Like unexpected light, surprises. My gentle, bashful Nora Creina, In many eyes, But love in yours, my Nora Creina! Lesbia wears a robe of gold, But all so close the nymph hath laced it, Not a charm of beauty's mould Presumes to stay where nature placed it. Oh, my Norah's gown for me, That floats as wild as mountain breezes, Leaving every beauty free To sink or swell as Heaven pleases. Yes, my Nora Creina, dear, My simple, graceful Nora Creina, Nature's dress Is loveliness The dress you wear, my Nora Creina. BESIDE THE SEA.. THEY walked beside the Summer sea, The gentle waters kissed the shore, And, sadly whispering, seemed to say, "He'll come no more! he'll come no more!" Alone beside the Autumn sea She watched the somber death of day; And, darkly whispering on the shore, Sighed out the secret of his doom, In "He'll come no more! he'll come no more!" peace beside the Winter sea A white grave glimmers in the moon ; And waves are fresh, and clouds are free, And shrill winds pipe a careless tune. One sleeps beneath the dark blue wave, And one upon the lonely shore; But joined in love, beyond the grave, They part no more! they part no more! WILLIAM WINTER. |