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LET ME TWINE A WREATH OF
Let me twine a wreath of roses,
Where the fairies' steps have been, Round thy brow where sweet reposes,
The bloom and beauty of their queen; And as I mingle them among
The tresses of thy golden hair, I'll sing to thee a soothing song,
Of love, and roses, oh! so fair.
And as thou heark’nest to the tone,
That binds thee with its magic thrall, Thy gentle, dreaming heart will own
That music's sigh is best of all; And I will sing and still twine on,
. Until I've weav'd the rosy chain, And when the song and odour's done,
Thou'lt ask me to begin again.
THE NIGHT PIECE.
Her eyes the glowworme lend thee,
And the elves also,
Whose little eyes glow
No will-o’th'wispe mislight thee,
But on, thy way,
Not making a stay, Since ghost there's none to affright thee !
Let not the darke thee cumber;
The starres of the night
Will lend thee their light Like tapers cleare without number!
Then, Julia, let me wooe thee,
And, when I shall meet
Thy silv'ry feet,
ON A TEAR.
Oh! that the Chemist's magic art
Could crystallize this sacred treasure! Long should it glitter near my heart,
A secret source of pensive pleasure.
The little brilliant, ere it fell,
Its lustre caught from Chloe's eye ; Then, trembling, left its coral cell,—
The spring of Sensibility!
Sweet drop of pure and pearly light!
In thee the rays of virtue shine,More calmly clear, more mildly bright,
Than any gem that gilds the mine.
Benign restorer of the soul !
Who ever fly'st to bring relief, When first we feel the rude control
Of love or pity, joy or grief.
The sage's and the poet's theme,
In every clime-in every age ; Thou charm'st in fancy's idle dream,
In reason's philosophic page.
That very law which moulds a tear,
And bids it trickle from its source, That law preserves the earth a sphere,
And guides the planets in their course.
On a day (alack the day!)
All unseen, 'gan passage find;
pluck thee from thy thorn:
Love, passionate young Love, how sweet it is