III. Our life may not be all a dream of love, IV. Thou wilt, I trust, find other hearts to bless, And I will strive on other hearts to pour Belov'd by some because my face is fair, That one has known my inmost thoughts to share : I must return amid the reckless throng, To the deep silence I have nurs'd so long. V. And Fare thee well!-thou crown'd with song, Farewell! Fly forth in joy to some far isle of bliss; There may some bright one with her fairy spell And may she love, O Tasso, love like me! VI. I never told thee this before, but now I deem'd it might console thee on thy way One heart at least has caught the fervid ray VII. I will not murmur-I have learn'd from thee High thoughts and holy strength unknown before; And after this one hour thy name shall be To labour on-to suffer silently Such be the portion of thy Leonor! And bliss be thine, if bliss on earth can dwell, E. S. R. P. THE JOYS OF SLEEP. BY THE REV. ALEXANDER DYCE. SLEEP, peerless wizard! thou canst raise The lov'd ones death has torn away, Companions of my early days, Now mouldering into clay : At memory's call, in waking hours, O, then the freshness of the heart I feel, I feel the ecstasy Of vanish'd youth again! Beside our own romantic stream, Where pale-green birches quivering play, With William and with Caroline Again I seem to stray. All glowing with the hues of youth, The grave has left no blight: Their arms are fondly link'd in mine, Their sparkling eyes are turn'd on me, A thrilling melody! O'er rocks we climb, through dells we rove, And seeking now the river's verge, The birches waving o'er our heads, And pleas'd we mark those slender trees, Dip their long tresses in the stream, Near us the wild-bee plies her task, But, sleep, thou fliest, and I awake And view but morn's white gleam. BACHELORS. As lone clouds in autumn eves, As a tree without its leaves, As a shirt without its sleeves, Such are bachelors. As syllabubs without a head, As jokes not laugh'd at when they're said, As cucumbers without a bed, Such are bachelors. As creatures of another sphere, As things that have no business here, Such are bachelors. When lo, as souls in fabled bowers, Such are married men. These perform their functions high; They bear their fruit, and then they die, So die married men. |