Mary, adieu! I must away, While thou art blest I'll not repine! But near thee I can never stay, My heart would soon again be thine. I deem'd that time, I deem'd that pride, Had quench'd at length my boyish flame, Nor knew till seated by thy side, My heart in all,-save hope,—the same. Yet was I calm: I knew the time My breast would thrill before thy look, Bnt now, to tremble were a crime, We met and not a nerve was shook. I saw thee gaze upon my face, Yet meet with no confusion there; One only feeling couldst thou trace, The sullen calmness of despair. Away! away! my early dream Remembrance never must awake: Q! where is Lethe's fabled stream? My foolish heart be still, or break. XCIX. YOU REMEMBER ELLEN. AIR-Were I a clerk. You remember, Ellen, our hamlet's pride, They roam'd a long and a weary way, When now, at close of one stormy day, They see a proud castle among the trees. "To-night," said the youth, "we'll shelter there; "The wind blows cold, the hour is late: So, he blew the horn with a chieftain's air, " And the porter bow'd, as they pass'd the gate. "Now welcome, lady! exclaim'd the youth,- And dearly the Lord of Rosna loves What William the stranger woo'd and wed; C. THERE IS AN HOUR OF PEACEFUL REST There is an hour of peaceful rest To mourning wanderers given; There is a tear for souls distrest, * We cannot forbear expressing our high opinion of this excellent piece of poetry. It is a production of a very superior kind indeed, and for which we are indebted to the exertions of some American bard. It was copied from a newspaper belonging to that country, and is no mean specimen of their ability There is a soft, a downy bed, 'Tis fair as breath of even'; There is a home for weeping souls, When tost on life's tempestuous shoals, There faith lifts up the tearful eye, And all serene-in Heaven! There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, There rays divine disperse the gloom : Beyond the confines of the tomb, Appears the dawn--of Heaven! and attainment in poetical composition. For sweetness of numbers, and sublimity of sentiment, it cannot be surpassed, and has seldom, indeed, been equalled by any thing of the kind which we have hitherto met with. It is the effusion of a mind endowed with all the inspiration of the poet, and adorned with all the piety of the Christian. From the numerous inconve niences and anxieties of time, which so greatly embarrass and embitter human life, it carries us forward to that scene where every calamity shall be for ever excluded, and when all shall be enjoyment and rest-in Heaven. CI. THE CIRCLE OF FRIENDSHIP. AIR-The kail brose of auld Scotland. The cauld blasts o' winter blaw chill o'er the plain, The heart leaps with joy, by the canty fireside, For there's nought like the circle of friendship ho' our table is spread with no Epicure's fare; ho' our wealth is but sma', we shall never despair, While we just hae a plack wi' a neighbour to share; Still we'll meet iu the circle of friendship And brighten life s path with a smile. |