62.-GILDEROY.-Campbell. The last, the fatal hour is come, that bears my love from me: The bell has tolled; it shakes my heart; the trumpet speaks thy name; ? A long adieu !-but where shall fly thy widow all forlorn, 63.-OH! WHY LEFT I MY HAME?-Gilfillan. Oh! why left I my hame? why did I cross the deep? The palm-tree waveth high, and fair the myrtle springs, III.-From Irish Authors. 64.-HAD I A HEART FOR FALSEHOOD FRAMED.-Sheridan. Had I a heart for falsehood framed, I ne'er could injure you; For, though your tongue no promise claim'd, your charms would make me true: To you no soul shall bear deceit, no stranger offer wrong; But friends in all the age'd you'll meet, and lovers in the young. For when they learn that you have bless'd another with your heart, 65.-AH! CRUEL MAID.-Sheridan. Ah, cruel maid, how hast thou chang'd the temper of my mind! And friends I had who fann'd the flame, and gave my youth applause. But now, my weakness all accuse, yet vain their taunts on me; But days, like this, with doubting curst, I will not long endure; 66. THE TUNEFUL LARK.-O'Keefe. The tuneful lark, when soaring high upon its downy wings, 67.-HOPE.-Goldsmith. The wretch condemned with life to part, still, still on Hope relies; 68.-MEMORY.-Goldsmith. O, Memory! thou fond deceiver, still importunate and vain ; Thou, like the world, the oppress'd oppressing, thy smiles increase the wretch's woe! And he who wants each other blessing, in thee must ever find a foe. 69.-SONG TO MARY.-Wolfe. If I had thought thou couldst have died, I might not weep for thee; But I forgot, when by thy side, that thou couldst mortal be: It never through my mind had passed, the time would e'er be o'er- And still upon that face I look, and think 'twill smile again; If thou wouldst stay, e'en as thou art, all cold and all serene- I do not think, where'er thou art, thou hast forgotten me; 1 70.-GO, FORGET ME.-Wolfe. 2 Go, forget me! Why should sorrow o'er that brow a shadow fling? Go, forget me! and to-morrow brightly smile and sweetly sing. Smilethough I shall not be near thee; sing-though I shall never hear thee: may thy soul with pleasure shine, lasting as the gloom of mine! Like the sun, thy presence glowing clothes the meanest things in light; and when thou, like him, art going, loveliest objects fade in night. All things looked so bright about thee, that they nothing seem without thee;-by that pure and lucid mind, earthly things were too refined. Go, thou vision wildly gleaming, softly on my soul that fell; go!-for me no longer beaming;-Hope and Beauty! fare ye well! Go! and all that once delighted take, and leave me, all benighted-Glory's burning, generous swell, Fancy, and the Poet's shell. 3 71.-SYMPATHY.-Mrs. Tighe. Wert thou sad, I would beguile thy sadness by my tender lay; 72.-FAREWELL.-Callanan. Though dark fate hath 'reft me of all that was sweet, Oh! yet, while one life-pulse remains in this heart, 73.-THE DEPARTURE.-Banim. 'Tis not for love of gold I go, 'tis not for love of fame Though fortune should her smile bestow, and I may win a name. -And yet it is for gold I go, and yet it is for fame... That they may deck another brow, and bless another name! For this, but this, I go; for this I lose thy love awhile, And all the soft and quiet bliss of thy young, faithful smile I go to brave a world I hate, and woo it o'er and o'er, And tempt a wave, and try a fate upon a stranger shore. Oh! when the bays are all my own, I know a heart will care! 74.-KNOW YE NOT THAT LOVELY RIVER?—Gerald Grifin. Know ye not that lovely river? know ye not that smiling river, Whose gentle flood, by cliff and wood, with 'wildering sound goes winding ever? Oh! often, yet with feeling strong, on that dear stream my memory ponders, And still I prize its murmuring song; for by my childhood's home it wanders. There's music in each wind that blows within our native valley breathing; There's beauty in each flower that grows around our native woodland wreathing. The memory of the brightest joys in childhood's happy morn that found as, Oh, sister! when 'mid doubts and fears that haunt life's onward journey ever, 3 75.-GILLE MA CHREE.-Gerald Griffin. 1 Gille ma chree,* sit down by me, we now are joined, and ne'er shall sever; this hearth's our own, our hearts are one, and peace is ours for ever! 2 When I was poor, your father's door was closed against your constant lover with care and pain I tried in vain my fortunes to recover. I said, "To other lands I'll roam, where fate may smile on me, love;" I said, "Farewell, my own old home;" and I said, "Farewell to thee, love !" I might have said, "My mountain maid, come live with me, your own true lover; I know a spot, a silent cot, your friends can ne'er discover; where gently flows the waveless tide by one small garden only; where the heron waves his wings so wide, and the linnet sings so lonely!" I might have said, "My mountain maid, a father's right was never given true hearts to curse with tyrant force, that have been blest in heaven." But then, I said, "In after years, when thoughts of home shall find her, my love may mourn with secret tears her friends, thus left behind her." 5 "Oh, no," I said; my own dear maid, for me, though all forlorn for ever, that heart of thine shall ne'er repine o'er slighted duty-never! From home and thee, though, wandering far, a dreary fate be mine, love, I'd rather live in endless war, than buy my peace with thine, love." Far, 66 * Brightener of my heart. 6 |