CHRISTMAS TEARS. I HEAR the loud and merry ring Of mirth upon the breeze; Beneath the linden trees. 'Tis strange I cannot welcome them As I was wont to do: I hear a dirge in every hymn, In every note a woe. What is the reason?-Neighbours say 'Tis more than passing strange. Come, gentle Muse, and give them, pray, A reason for the change. The yule log burns as brightly now To warm the chilly air, As when beneath the laurel bough My mother graced her chair. The bells ring out as merrily, As sweetly sings the choir, But she has left her wonted place, The joy, the light of every face, Sleeps far beneath the ground. Now, when I take my much-loved flute, To pipe a joyous strain, To every accent it is mute, Save that which doth complain. The seasons come and pass away: I love to list the sweeping gale In each complaining breeze. I tread upon each crumpled leaf, And mourn with every breath, That life, at best so frail and brief, When winter comes, I seek some nook, The lane, the hill, the murmuring rill, Are sacred to my memory still, The flow'rets she was wont to cull The primrose and the purple bell, And bathe them with a tear. Join, ye who can, the festive scene, I'll hang my walls with cypress green, And sit alone and mourn. Throwing my crumbs upon the snow, I'll little Robins tend, And bid their plaintive accents flow To mourn a common friend. HOPE. HOPE is like a lovely star, When only one is seen; And like that light afar, Which gleams the hills between, When not a silver streak From the morning can be won, Save the fringe upon the peak Of the cloud before the sun. C VOL. I. THE RURAL POSTMAN'S SABBATH. THE mellowed sounds of Sabbath bells Fall gently on my ear, And as they break in murmuring swells, My heart is tuned to prayer. In Sunday garb, all neatly clad, With joy upon each face, The dame and sire, and lass and lad, 'Tis true, in yonder sacred fane I cannot praise my King; Yet in the meadow and the lane And, while I pray, a sweet response Shall rise from every stream, And all the little birds at once Shall chant the morning hymn. |