5498 6Q53-f [ A |A = Al IT: = ^^S — = ^= 3 ^ =^ lO 3 = ^^ — 6 = 7 = ^i ^^. ^ 5 — 5 = ^= 3=- - 1 = I — — < ^ ^ 9 California Regional 'acility THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES i.^- ^ /' /r^ ^^. c. /j/^.^.i ^y. //4c J, /- ^ /Zt^ SxC € g^ ,jC^A^^ • FRAGMENTS AND FANCIES. BY THE LADY E. STUART WORTLEY. LONDON: SAUNDERS AND OTLEY, CONDUIT STREET. MDCCCXXXVII. I-HINIKD IIV WII.I.IAM WIU'OCKSON, HOI.LS BUILDINGS. b'l^^f TO FREDERICK MANSEL REYNOLDS, ESQ. AS A MARK OF FRIENDSHIP, THE FOLLOWING PAGES ARE DEDICATED. 941961 CONTENTS. Page. -MIDNIGHT THOUGHTS 1 MUSIC AND MEMORY 12 mourners of earth ! 13 love's joys and sorrows ' . 20 an evening prospect 24 'twas thy smile 30 THE PARTING 34 THE FESTAL HOUR 40 WHAT SHALL BE MISSED ? 4G LINES ON A PRISONED EAGLE 32 CONTEMPLATIOiVS IN SOLITUDE 56 SONG, (originally PUBLISHED IN BLACKWOOd's MAGAZINE) . 61 NOT NOW ! NOT NOW ! 6"3 THE GRAVE OF THE GIFTED ....... 65 LAMENT OF AN EGYPTIAN PRINCESS 67 CHURCHYARD CONTEMPLATIONS 77 ON THE PORTRAIT OF LADY ASHLEY 91 NO MORE ! 9Q ON THE LOSS OP THE ROTHSAY CASTLE STEAM-BOAT, 1831 . . 98 I BORE ON BIY BROWS 101 FALSE WORLD ! 104 life's BLESSINGS . . . . . . . . .114 MUSINGS . .118 A WISH 122 WOMAN AND WOMAn's LOVE . . . . . . .124 THE GREEK GIRl's LAMENT 139 FRAGMENTS AND FANCIES. MIDNIGHT THOUGHTS. Night — Night and Silence and deep Shadows round, And the great Universe without a bound ! For 'tis at night we feel its grandeur most, And in its veiled Immensity are lost. Those distant worlds, that gleam in night's abyss, Call us, with voices full of power — from this ! Oh ! of yon Palace-dome — ye lamps divine — Ye full blown flowers which in yon garden shine. That fairest Eden — left unto our love — That open Paradise spread out above. Ye fairest flowers of everlasting bloom, How pine we — 'mid the shadows of the tomb, B For your immortal fresliness — ye are ai-raved Like the field's lilies — but ah ! }wt to fade ! Your very siglit can lift us o'er our fate; Within our deepest souls ye perpetrate Strange deeds of Strength, of Mystery and of Might. Aye ! in our deepest thoughts, ye worlds of Light ! And with a glorious trouble, do ye shake Our inmost spirits — till they pine and ache, E'en to vour far-off realms divine to soar, And learn all secrets of your starry lore ! For most when Night makes Heaven and Earth her own, And sits sublime upon her shadowy throne — The thirst of knowledjjce seizes on the soul, Which spurns the bondage of this earth's controul. O ! worlds of beauty — worlds of might and power — We feel there yet shall come that glorious hour When our freed spirits shall in strength arise, '1 o pierce the Eternal Mysteries of the Skies. 'J'hey shall know more — know all — but here in vain Tliey chafe, and fret, and struggle 'gainst the chain ! They shall know more — know all — but now they fail— Themselves are weak, and their best aids are frail. All feehngs deepen, and grow more intense Beneath Night's strong and wondrous influence. Then memory makes the veiled and buried past More Present than the Present — which seems cast Into that gulph oblivious — where, before The old days were hid — the old days that are no more And Hope — the fair, the lovely Hope, too, springs Unto the noblest strength of her glad wings In that sweet solemn season — and makes bright The aspect of the still and shadowy Night. Oh ! fairy Hopes ! how ofttimes have ye fraught With joy and beauty my delighted thought In midnight's quiet hours? — and oft, how oft, Unto my dreams did ye divinely waft E'en then, a thousand raptures — till the day Seemed dark and cold when ye were borne away. How did ye — smiling hopes ! — shine brightly down Upon my soul, with glory all your own — b2 Like glittering stars, on sparkling heaving seas — Just ruffled by some newly risen breeze, Till each bright star seems multiplied — and made As a whole heaven of stars ! — thereon displayed — So the rich trouble of my restless thought, When once your smiling radiance it had caught, Lent but more lustre to your living beams. Till every hope redoubled in my dreams Shone jrladly forth — as restless and as britrjit ! Trembling with splendour — and with heavenly light. Night — Silence — and deep dreamy shadows round — And the great Universe without a bound ! Yes ! when I upward lift my sleepless eye — That world of many worlds — the Eternal sky. Greets me with all its boundless majesty. Ye stars ! ye well may draw our deep looks there ; Awful and wondrous are ye — as ye're fair ! The Incomprehensibilities of Heaven Appear Kmbodied in ye — for unriven The veil that shrouds ye. Oh ! imriven that veil That screens your mysteries. Who shall tell your tale ? Though mighty Science hath indeed done much — Yet there are hidden things she may not touch — Yet there Jire hidden truths she may not scan, In Heaven's unutterably glorious plan ! Night — Silence — Shadows — Stars, and trembling tears — For I must weep to think of by-past years ! And all that hath past with them — raptures fled— - And hopes destroyed — and friends and feelings dead ! And ah ! the tears that now rain from mine eyes, Are unlike those which Hope so quickly dries. In the earliest days of her enchanted reign, When she can charm away all grief and pain — Those tears were like the bright and glistening showers Which fall to earth in summer's softest hours — And seem at once to turn to radiant flowers ! But these — that heavily and harshly flow — These tell a sterner tale of gloomy woe — A sombre and a melancholy tale, And more resemble the icy glittering hail — Which beats down the opening promise of the year, So darkly falls each deep and bitter tear ! The moon is forth — and, like a sorceress bright, She turns to enchantment all the dreamy night ! Thou fair — fair moon — the light thou shedd'st around. Holy and solemn, brings a peace profound Unto the lonff disturbed — distracted thouirht To which so oft vain torturing cares are brought ; And softly dost thou temper and controul The wild tempestuous workings of the soul. 'Tis swayed, e'en as the sea — tlie haughty sea — Whose lightest sounds seem cries of " Victory" — Is swayed by thy most delicate influence, And made to serve thee with a zeal intense. 'Tis bound in a most bright and lovely chain, Like that LCreat ocean — o'er which Thou dost reiffu — The strength and giaiuic ur of the unboiinilcd main ! The powers of the old majestic tides — for they Still bend before thy calm triumphant sway ! Thou art their life and soul— supreme art thou, And thy supremacy they still avow. Even thus canst thou, with heavenly mastery bind. With chain unseen — the quick and resdess mind ; And thy calm smile hath ofttimes gently wrought A charm to enthrall the feelings and the thought : Yea — even the mighty and mysterious powers Of Feelins and of Thought — in some soft hours Submit themselves unto a rule, as mild As thine — Oh ! fair, and calm, and undefiled ! The stars — and that sweet moon, with their clear rays, Can chase away pale terrors and dismays ; Such as at times in night's deep reign oppress The spirit with a vain and fond distress. Too apt that spirit is to wander far, 'Mid dreams where doubts and contradictions are — Through hidden paths to ramble — and to dwell 'Mid shades, whose gloom it strives not to dispel. 8 Oh weakness ! oh worst folly ! when we know In what blessed channels our quick thoughts should flow- For diere are glad and glorious certainties, For ever shining out before our eyes — Bright certainties of heavenly things sublime — Beyond all things of eardi — all things of time ! Certainties of beatitudes and joys, Tliat shall be ours — wlien this life's vile annoys Are all forgotten — if we fix our trust Hiffh above this frail world of death and dust ! Shall shadows dark, round our vex'd spirits frown, Where vainly Heaven's rich promises shine down — Like stars o'er deserts — stars whose lovely light No wells of water there glass back as bright- - Reflecting each fair splendour of the sky. Trembling, as though with their deep harmony ? And shall this be ? Oh Folly ! and Oh Shame ! Ours were the error all — and ours the blame ! How do our early feelings die away. As we pursue in life our wildering way. To leave full oft a yawning void behind — A void e'en in the Heart — and in the Mind ! Unless new feelings — haply deeper still — The hollows and the channels rise to fill ! Into these hollows, and these channels poured, Till heart and mind are thus with fresh wealth stored. But, have mine early feelings died away? No ! though, in sooth, they long have fallen a prey To shadowy Alteration's sweeping power — Changed — darkly changed — since their first wakening hour! Now hope seems but a flutter of suspense, O'erpow'ring — and distracting — and intense ; And Love — a beautiful and bright despair — And all of Feelinjj — but a weight of care ! Each feeling's altered — yet they have not died. But in my heart like their own ghosts abide ! In other days — how did they seem to be Fed by thy incense- breath — sweet Poesy, And rapt by Music's heavenly voice of might, To realms of cloudless uncreated lijiht — 10 Now like the Spring's young breathings — soft anil blest, O'er freezino; snows on some high mountain's breast, Vainly do Poesy and Music bring Their charms to this lorn heart — a wounded thing — That owns no more Joy's fair and lovely sway, Filled with sad feelings, hid from light anil day ! Now iNIemory strongly rises on my soul. And occupies and fills at once the whole ; Fast swells and sweeps its gathering wave of might, On, on it pours as strong and clear as light ! And ilid I deem this lorn and heavy heart. Too long condemned with torturing pangs to smart, A gloomy chaos of Eternal Grief, A wintery world with many a scentless leaf? Lo ! beneath Memory's touch that heart o'crworn Laughs into bright creation — as new born ! Its wintery world of barrenness and gloom At once a world of summer doth become, Deckfd ill tlit^ bnniiv of a tenfold bloom ! 11 Buds, flowers, and fruits, close mingling there appear, And all the varied glories of the year ! A world of sunshine and of summer now That long o'ershadowed heart doth brightly grow. But, Memory ! — thou hast wrought the magic charm — 'Tis thou alone canst cheer, and light, and warm ; And hast thou now within my Being wrought New Energies of Passion and of Thought ? No ! no ! — thou hast but re- enkindled thc^^e That once — ere deadened by destructive woes — Swayed my deep spirit — boundless, fiery, strong, Alas ! what woes did to themselves belong ! 'Tis thus in midnight hours of purple gloom The sport of many feelings I become, And slied in mournful mood fust flowing tears O'er the remembrances of bygone years ; While to the aching breast of sleepless grief The wildest tears bring slight and faint relief, And still the unanswered heart oppressed — oppressed — Bleeds — vainly bleeds in the inisolaced breast ! 12 MUSIC AND MEMORY. 'Tis the sweet strain I heard in days of yore ! — - That soft sweet strain calls back those days once more. And wiiile its blessed breathings richly float, Some long-lost feeling lives in every note. Oh ! were I blest as 1 of old was blest, These sounds might not distract the awakened breast; Then, then might I those strains untortured drink. But now each note seems an electric link To bind my present to my shadowy past, With sweet, sweet shock, that makes me shrink aghast ! Not only floats this strain i' the haunted air. The Music of old Memories trembles there. Aye — in the pale blue haunted air around There floats a Music far past thai oi >Sound ! And for awhile its power triumphant flings Beauty, and .lov, and (Jloiv o'er all thiny;s ! 13 Yet a pale Beauty — faint, and vague, and strange, A melancholy Joy, and full of change ; And a most shadowy Glory, such as dwells Round setting suns that smile their last farewells 'Mid gathering clouds, which gloomily forestall The approach of Night, and weave Day's funeral-pall- Oh ! thou Sweet Strain 1 heard and loved of yore. Wake these vain Memories of the past no more I MOURNERS OF EARTH! Mourners of Earth ! — Oh ! ye who weep O'er crushing sorrows dark and deep, Ye who to Hope have bade farewell, Ye who 'mongst gloomiest shadows dwell, Oh ! but the Midnight of your Sorrow May have a glad and glorious Morrow ! 14 There may be miseries, ills, and woes, And cares, that never win repose In this strange world, where day by day We find the enchantments fade away ; But oh ! this world 'tis passing ever, And from its scenes, we all must sever. Mourners of Earth ! perchance your part, Though now your minds with anguish smart, Is not a heavier one to bear Than theirs who mingle joy with care. Those who indeed rejoice with trembling, For ever to themselves dissembling ! Seekinj; to make themselves believe Their hearts with no vain doublings heave, Till even their happiness becomes, 111 this dim sphere of clouds and tombs, More of a keen pain than a pleasure — A rich — but treasure-draininj; treasure ! 15 Although possessed — yet evermore Costing a deep price — o'er and o'er ! For fearful things are heart-joys here ! While Death, and Change, and Doom are near- Here Love and Death have awful meetings, Checking the deep hea,rt's fevered beatings ! Mourners of Earth ! no more ye'll find How every rose with thorns is lined, The blaze of changeful life shall ne'er Blind ye witli its delusive glare — There is a Peace which Heaven bestoweth, Which but the heart that hopes not knoweth. Mourners of Earth ! methinks for ye 'Tis well 'mongst shadowing clouds to be — What though those clouds which dim your day One breath of Love might clear away, One breath of Love — one breath of Gladness, Might bring ere long a deeper Sadness ! 1(3 Tlien, Mourners ! still be Mourners here, Joy hath its bane — and Hope its fear ; But Joy and Hope no more shall shine With light deceitful as divine, To eyes of agonizing weeping, Which meet kind glances but in sleeping. Mourners of Earth ! — Oh ! ye who 've lost The Dear Ones that you cherished most, No offices of tenderness May now your crushed existence bless ; But they are saved from grief and mourning, For whom your heavy hearts are yearning. And still in Heaven they claim your love, And draw your faithful thoughts above, Earth's mightiest affections fail. And all our feelings are but frail ; But where the awful grave hath bound them, A holiness seems to surround them. 17 Then, though no more kind looks and words May wake your heart's still sleeping chords, Nor all the love which they express Thrill ye with glowing happiness, From many sources ye may borrow A solace for your cherished sori'ow ! Though, hapless Ones ! for you 'tis true Morn's radiant skies smile dimly blue, And gloomy seems that gracious hour Which glorifies the tree and flowei*, And fills all Earth with bloom and sweetness, For you it flies with blessed fleetness ! That hour, and all the hours that pass So swiftly and so soon — Alas ! Ye gladly speed upon their flight — For Life — for Day — is Death and Night To ye — whose hopes are gone before ye, And like the far stars — smiling o'er ye ! c 18 All things for ye, however glad, Have something in them soft and sad ; There is a cloud for every ray That laughs out on a Summer's day ; In the* Harp's crowning tones, faint sighings Sound like lorn Echo's last replyings. All things for ye grief- touched appear, Save one thing — in itself most drear, That loses — hut for ye — its gloom. That saddest thing on Earth — the Tomb ! By you, the hapless broken hearted, To a bright temple 'tis converted ! Thoujih Mornino; with her sunj^ifts all Hath undertones in her blithe call, And shadows of deep gloom ye see, Where no dim mournful shadows be — The Nifrht, when the lonj; Day is ended. For ye more starry seems and splendid. 19 The Nifflit reminds of other thino-s. And many a soaring thought it brings, And hfts the Mourner's heart above, Upon the wings of faith and love ! Yes — while the immortal stars are shining. The wretched cease their fond repining. The ever glorious Sun of Day Decks the glad Earth in bright array, But these sweet Stars, with their faint light, Attract to Heaven the yearning sight. Soon as their soft reign is beginning, To Heaven the thoujjhts and feelings winning;. Oh ! Earthly Hope ! say, what art thou Whose charms still countless hearts avow, A meteor gleaming among tombs, To show their terrors 'mid their glooms : But Heavenly Hope ! thou shin'st and soarest, And at the Eternal Throne adorest. c2 20 Mourners of Earth ! — perchance 'tis well For ye on Earth 'mid sliades to dwell, To turn dimmed ajjonizing eves On the rich blush of Morninp;'s skies, And ftx. your thoughts — the sad and lonely, On Heaven and Heavenly Prospects only ! LOVE'S JOYS AND SORROWS. On ! Love hath joys and Love hath sorrows too, Sorrows for ever keen — ^joys ever new ! They who from doubt, and strife, and change would fly, Must fly from Love — and Fear, his pale Ally; Hoard up their Heart's deep precious waters all. Nor let them flow to waste, at Love's false call. Then shall the halcyon form of perfect Peace Brood o'er them — and their calm shall never cejise. 21 And o'er tbem too shall float the unfleeing Dove Of the Everlasthig — Heavenly — Changeless Love, All fraught with breathless tenderness and Truth, And calm shall be their age, and calm their youth Wlio thus with wisest care beneath the sun, The fearful sway of earthly passion shun ! — Aye, though they love not that which is of Earth, Though they love not the things of mortal birth, 7"he mighty fountains of the Heart still flow, Even while they move through this dim world below. They love — they feel — they consecrate the heart To things from All Life's vanities apart — And while 'tis saved from deep and dreadful woe. The fountains of the Lnmortal Heart still flow ! (To quicken into glorious Seas of Light, Unshadowed by one cloud of threatening night, When Life's dark hour at length hath fleeted past, And all its cares are to oblivion cast,) Those fountains may be checked, but never dried. And they shall swell to an eternal tide — oo When shines that light of heaven which ne'er grows less, Over their whole existence — strong to bless — Love's wonderous powers can die not in the Soul, 'Tis Heaven hath kindled them throughout the whole. With all our boundless Being — Love is blent, And we are chained by bonds none ever rent. And Earthly Love — e'en Earthly Love can raise The spirit high o'er Life's distracted maze — And to the Heavenly Love, the pure indeed. May brightly and with fme gradations lead ; And when the glorious twain together twine, They both appear e'en equally divine. Yea, and in sooth, where suffering and where woe, From Love may darkly spring and sadly flow. Even there doth something precious and august Lift the rapt soul above its coil of dust ; Then say not Love, even Earthly Love, is vain, Though it may lead to wretchedness and pain. To dark regret, and many a gloomy ill. Oh ! Love's the Soul of Heaven's creation still ! 23 Its very tears are precious as the stars, Which shine above to smile down Earth's vile jars ; These sparkle like etherial dazzling gems, Fitted for bright and heavenly diadems ! Oh ! say not Love is vain — it is not vain, Death shall give up to it his power and reign; The World, the Sun — Time, Fate, shall it survive. And everlastingly rejoicing live I Though it may cause at times the deadliest grief, Yet of Earth's best of blessings 'tis the chief ! Though it may make the chastened bosom smart, And deeply wound the lorn unanswered heart. And check the spirit with a mortal chill, Yet Love's the soul of the Creation still ! 'Tis still a glorious and immortal Sun, Although at times, in sooth, a clouded one ! •24 AN EVENING PROSPECT. Eair, fairest Prospect — fairest hour, When slowly over tree and tower The light full softly wanes and fades, As though the sunbeams turned to shades ! Now, dewy gems are scattered round Meet for a Monarch robed and crowned With sweeping state and jewelled vest ; And still these gems might shame the rest. The scene seems like a fairy world, With Evening's stainless dews empearled ! I'air, fairest Prospect — fairest time, Still fairer than the hour of Prime — While all is dusk, and all is soft, And gentle breezes whispering, waft Sweet tidings from the Stars, that come To smile and shine away the gloom. Dear is the Evening's tranquil hour In the domestic household bower, 25 The Evening's peaceful hour is dear Where shines the firelight's glow to cheer, While smile around the happy hearth Young faces mantling o'er with mirth, While many a pleasing tale is told Of fairy-charms and genii old ; Of history too, and travelled lore — A rich and ever varied store ! But Evening's hour is far more fair Out in that fresh sweet open air, Where play the Summer-breathing gales, Where floats the hum from populous vales. And gracious glooms and slumberous shades Spread softly as the daylight fades Though there, to gladden and to cheer, No firelight glow shines bright and clear. Fair, fairest Prospect — fairest hour, The dews gleam out o'er bank and bower, On quivering leaves and drooping stems, More lovely than the mine's rich gems, '26 Those splendid flowers of the inner Earth, Not doomed to perish from their birth ; That never droop, that never fade, Ever in glorious light arrayed. Beautiful — beautiful are they, Nor destined unto quick decay ; Ever full-blown and ever fair. These splendid flowers that flourish there, Deep in the dark Earth's secret breast — Untouched — unchanged — in radiant rest, Oh ! ever beautiful and bright. Those precious things of solid light ! But these pure dews are yet more fair Out in the fresh sweet open air ; Still lovelier, finer gems are these That tremble to each passing breeze. Though, unlike those that richly line The deep recesses of the mine, They sparkle their brief life away, Willie glittering gleams each coloured ray, 27 Within a short and bounded space, And are no more seen in their place ! The very flowers on which they shine, That freshly wreathe and brightly twine, In many a chaplet, rich and rare. Outlast — outlive them proudly there ! Oh ! fairest Prospect — fairest time — More precious than the hour of Prime, No breath of busy Life is here, Save that soft stealing on the ear ; A murmurous hum comes, light and low. From time to time — then dies off slow At first, when sinks the glowing Sun, When Day and all its pomps are done. When the faint light declining fades. And gather round the Evening's shades. We shrink from the increasing glooms. And from the Night that onward comes ; But then, by soft and slow degrees. We find a thousand things to please ; 28 Ever tlie scene more lovely grows, And thousand beauties dotli disclose ! So, when Joy's radiant reign is o'er, Sorrow hath priceless gifts in store ; If sometimes, sternly to affright. She darkens to a stormy night, How oft, in this stranj^e world, how ot't Her Evening aspect smileth soft ; How oft, by slow degrees, doth she Win us her lovely charms to see. Oh ! still to sacred Sorrow bend, And she may prove a gracious friend. In the poetic heart and mind Still is she fittingly enshrined, For endless treasures spring up there, Beneath her sway — divinely fair — And thus that wounded heart becomes O'ershadowed by her gathering glooms ; A casket rare — a precious urn. Where glorious jewels hidden burn, 29 The bright Sun of Prosperity May bring sweet flow'rets fair to see, That bud and bloom, and smile and shine. And fade, and alter, and decline. But 'tis in caverns dark and lone That slowly forms the precious stone, Where no glad laughing sunny rays Break through to feed the glorious blaze ; And thus the Sorrow-darkened Mind May with rich treasure-heaps be lined. Though hidden from the common eye In that deep lonely sanctuary ! Like reliques none may dare assail Within the Temple's solemn veil ! Oh ! still to Mighty Sorrow bend. Thy Patron she may prove, and friend ! Fair, fairest Prospect — fairest hour. When gently, over tree and tower. The sunlight wanes — the daylight fades, And leaves the world to dreams and shades ! 30 'TWAS THY SMILE. 'TwAS thy smile, oh ! thou false one ! who lov'st me not now, Which burst the first buds Passion wreathed round my brow, The first faint folded buds which unopened await The sunshine of Fortune, the spring-smile of Fate ! 'Twas thy smile, oh ! the brightest that e'er beamed on eartli. Which first woke these fair buds into beautiful birth ; Around thee there streamed a fine atmosphere bright. An atmosphere rife with Heaven's own precious light; This thou seemedest to breathe round thee gloriously still, Oh ! how could I then think 'twould but end in dark ill. So lovely wert thou — and so lovely seemed Love, A glory — a rapture — sent down from above. How I worshipped that smile which on me deigned to beam Beyond all that the wildest of fancies could dream ! Shun Memory ! — Oh ! shun that dark, death-like Despair, Which crushed me when Love's hope first melted in air, 31 When first my soul lost its Life's sweet crowning light, And my Being was bowed as beneath some harsh blight, When my heart seemed to lose its own deep, vital spring, And my hopes and my joys in a moment took wing ! Shun Memory ! — Ah ! shun that dark hour of Despair, So fatal, so fell — when Life's paths once so fair, Were o'erclouded by anguish, and shadowed by fear. And all grew most deadly that once was most dear. On that heavy despair, Memory, dwell not in gloom, Which broke in black horrors like shadows of Doom Around me, and burst on my shocked, startled sight. Like the terrible frown of a wild storm-rack'd Night ! Thou wert beautiful ev'n as some bright dream of old On the minds of the love-inspired sculptors unrolled, Wlien they stood as entranced — earnest, fervent, and lone, And burnt their deep souls through the fine featured stone — How thy Beauty shone down on my soul bright and clear, And each moment then made thee more utterly dear ; But I found thee ere long yet more faithless than fair, And my hopes and my joys all were melted in air ! 3-2 Oh ! my Love it was but like ti dream of the heart, Then let it be dream-like — so dream-like depart ! And, alas ! without joy, without strength, trust, or hope, With all Life's wond'rous mysteries henceforth uiust I cope ? And my heart was so joyous — my soul icas so free, It was once such a bliss — such a rapture — to be — But the canker can ruin the freshest of flowers That perfume the breeze in the Summer's glad hours; The cloud-shadows dim ev'n the fair dazzling snow, O'er which nothing beside may one soiling stain throw — Oh ! once my Soul's Sea of deep waves, full and strong, Seemed rolling in freedom and gladness along, All brightened and smoothed by pure exquisite love, Till thev answered the Heaven that was shininj; above. Oh ! once, once I felt not — in Hope's cloudless day — "^J'he wearisome contact with Earth and with clay ; But now every light that once lit my young path Is hidden by shadows of terror and wrath; Every wreath that T wore is now faded nud changed. And from freedom and fjladncss mv soul is estrauwd. 33 The crown of Life's joys is now crushed with dismay, And each gera and each star-spark hath fallen away ! And Love's bright dazzling moments for ever are past — Oh ! would that their memory might fade off as fast ! 'Twas thy smile ! 'twas thy smile ! oh thou false one, as fair — That first taught me to breathe Passion's exquisite air ! 'Twas thy smile ! Oh the loveliest that e'er wakened Love ! That first bade me Devotion's deep ardours to prove — 'Twas that smile which bade Nature all suddenly start Lito life yet more splendid — the life of the Heart ! For all things ! yea, all things ! in the earth, in the air — At once seemed one feeling profoundly to share. 'Twas the feast of the feelings — the sway of the soul — And one sense seemed to kindle up Nature's vast whole. If these memories — so vain and so vivid — must last — Let me know — let me feel — let me breathe but the past — Let me see but thy smile in my soul stamped and set. Still remember the Past — but the Present forget ! 34 THE PARTING. We parted in a sweet and touching hour Of dreamy influence, and of deepening power ; The evening's hour of beauty and of x*est — When Earth is garbed as in a Heavenly Vest ! We parted — but my heart — my fervent heart — Ere thou and thy deep memories so can part — Thou must be cold, and still, and crushed, and dead — Thou that hast lived and loved, and ached and bled ! Round these fond memories, each despair's dark spring- My heart's coiled fibres to the last will cling ! We parted in a Sweet and Sacred hour — Rich Summer laughed o'er every leafy bower ; And tender Evening reigned with gentlest sway — And Daylight beautifully died away ! Summer is here again ! and all around With fresh and fairy Loveliness is crowned. 35 She reigns — her Reign the glad Earth proudly owns, With all her breezy triumphs — her glad tones : Her sounds of Singing Waters, clear and free. And all her fair shows of festivity ; The birds, the song of birds — how doth it float Through the sweet air, note intertwined with note ; No rainbowed shell's maze hollowed wreath inffs close. All delicately tinged with blushful rose. More complex to the observant eye appear Than those mixed melodies unto the ear. She reigns in Beauty — but to me her reign Can bring but Memories fraught with torturing pain ; And Evening reigns too with her tender sway, And dies the Day with beautiful Decay ; For even Decay is beautiful and fair, Most exquisite and softly lovely there. Where fades the light by delicate degrees. And even the dimly gathering gloom can please. Still some things sorrowful are lovely too, And gently seem our fond regard to woo; D 2 36 The niffhtinijale doth mourn with lovehest note — Sweet the sad music of her throbbing throat — A precious and a rich and crowning strain, Though telhng such deep tales of passionate Pain ; And dear is gentle Evening's soft decline, More dear than suns when in full blaze they shine ; And the slow death of many-sparkling Light Is still a mournfully enchanting sight ! Yes ! there may be some things — a precious few, Both sorrovv^ul and deeply lovely too; But not of such the Heart's harsh love-born grief, Dark — dread — without repose — without relief! The lesser griefs of life may sometimes wear A tender charm — an aspect mild and fair. And then the aspiring Mind, still buoyed by Hope, And by too many dream-world's girt to droop. Many even its Sorrows pleasingly convert To something like delight — unharmed, unhurt; But not among Life's lesser griefs can be Wronged, injured Love's o'erwhelming Misery ! 37 Existence then is bound as with a chain Of infinite and desolating Pain ; Nor shall that chain its galling links unwind From the choaked thoughts, and from the tortured mind ! True, though it should not be from fetters freed, Within the mind may a stern calm succeed To poignant agony and piercing grief, But still that calm, it scarce can be relief, Like some dark sullen Sea, then lies that Mind — And oh ! the sweeping thunders of the wind — The Spray — the Storm — the Struggle — and the Strife, Are better than that gloomy Death in Life — That heavy calm — that deep and dreadful gloom — That dull and sombre silence of the tomb. 'Tis Evening now, and it was Evening then. When we two parted — not to meet again ; But now comes slowly on — in deepening Might The proud, and regal, and victorious Night, 38 In all her awllil Dignity Supreme She comes, and Earth is wrapt in one soft Dream. Oh ! Mysteries of thick Darkness — deep as Doom, Magnificence of Majesty of Gloom ! Her dusky, cloudy, old Magnificence, Her solemn Pomp, even awfully intense ! — How do they smite the strongly-ruffled Soul, While gorgeous Dream-clouds through its Silence roll ; And nobly, proudly then it makes its own The untouched, the unseen, the unfathomed, and the unknown ; This pleasure still is mine ! though all but this Of Earth's enjoyments and of feeling's bliss, Must be to me for evermore denied — This still is mine, with loftiest thoughts allied. Hope, Hope and Happiness — to both farewell — With both, in brighter days, 'twas mine to dwell, From both 'tis now my gloomy fate to fly, And wrapt in thoughts of these bright days to sigh. Oh, Hope ! thou Dream ! whose Scenes but Shadows are, Oh, I lappiness ! thou ever falling Star ! 39 To both farewell — a late but long farewell — Rent is the chain and broken is the spell ! But feeling still is mine — though this can be Henceforth but sorrow and despondency ; Yet welcome be its wretchedness and woe, Still let my Soul's deep fountains freely flow ! The wretch who, sunk in apathetic Peace, Finds these keen torments, these sharp suff''rings cease. Who languidly exists, who coldly breathes. Escapes a thousand pangs, a thousand deaths ; But better these than such a lifeless Life, Oh ! better all the Agonies of Strife — The acute Anxieties — the poignant Pain — Than such stagnation of the Heart and Brain ! We parted in a sweet and solemn hour Of dreamy influence and of deepest power — We parted — we are parted — and 'tis o'er — And all — once all to me — can be no more .' 40 THE FESTxYL HOUR. A Festal Hour — bring wreaths — l)ring harps — bring lamps — a Festal Hour ! Call Pleasure's favourite votaries now to Pleasure's gilded bower ; Assemble now the Lovely Ones in the gay and glitt'ring halls — Rubies and roses burning deep 'midst their Hair's perfumed falls; Soft Flattery's incense shall salute ere long their listening ears, And gentlest words shall soothe away their bashful maiden fears, 'i'ill happy sighs shall sweetly through their honeyed accents thrill, And soften them to lovelier and to dearer music still ! While radiant smiles shall tremble round their lips that blusli apart — The smile of Beauty's tenderness — sweet Sunstroke of the. Heart ! 41 True, lovelier might sound Love's first words beneath the greenwood shade, When soft and slow the Evening light had dwindled and decayed. Where Nature's vernal splendours spread in glorious pomp around, Than here where gleam the dazzling lamps, and rings the loud harp's sound. Where Love's words come down on the Soul, the moved and ruffled Soul, Like moonbeams when o'er troubled seas, o'er broken waves thev roll ! Soft, lovely in themselves they are, serene and gently mild, But tossed upon those stirring waves, they too seem strange and wild ; For moved and ruffled is the Soul 'mongst festal scenes like these, As waters of the sounding Sea, are ruffled by the breeze — For me, I sorrowing, silent move amidst the gladsome train. To me the sounds of joy bring grief— and pleasure gives but uaiu ! 42 To me, to nie, are nothing now the words of Flatt'ry's tonmie, Or more, the words of Passion's breath, whereon once I raptured hung. The old, precious, household words of Love — to me long, deeply dear, No more may greet my watchful sense, nor court my longing ear; And therefore 'tis I wander 'mongst the idle and the gay. And therefore 'tis I sickenini; turn from these light sounds away ! — I wander there in vain, vain hope, that it may bring relief — Unto my aching lonely heart — my spirit's yearning grief; But still remembering those blest words, so hallowed and so dear — I shrink from Flattery's — Passion's tones, with iirieved and wounded ear ! Ah ! how many thus even like myself, may join tlie joyous throng, With aciiing hearts and sorrowit)g minds, mingling the Guy among ? 43 But who — who are tlie gay? and who the happy and the free? Ah ! could we rend the veil that hides the much we should not see — And could we rend that covering veil — and push the mask aside — And bid them put away their cloak of vanity and pride ; Then when that mask was pushed aside — that veil was rent away — We might indeed ask mournfully — but who — who are the gav ? In deeply bosomed sorrow some have joined the splendid train, That yet would not for worlds on worlds be set free from their pain — While evermore they woo and win to wander by their side, Some Phantom of some gentle thing — that loved, and sunk, and died ! Some Phantom of some lovely thing that now hath fled away — And they have mingled 'mongst the throng — and they are of the "av ! 4-1 Those that they loved are free — are flown — and tliey 'midst others mix, Secure none other — ever may their winged affections fix ! Their winged affections — that on high with quenchless lonffinjj soar — Fettered to this dull gloomy earth, this shadowy world no more — Where all things that are lovely come, but for a little while, O'er poor Mortality's marked path to flutter and to smile ! — And these are of the gay ! these — these who inly mourn and groan — And they assume the careless smile — affect the cheerful tone ! And some are there, who vainly have, through tumult and through wrath, Toiled in iVmbition's slippery ways, and veiled and dan- gerous path ; Who have slaved beneath her iron reign — and rued her fearful sway — And worn their noblest energies, their j)rou(lcst powers away .'' And vainly woiii. wjiilc others gaiued tin pii/c lor which they strove — 45 And they amongst the Crowd appear — amidst the gay they move ! And some are there who have been made Love's victims — wronged — betrayed ! Whose every hope was wrecked at once, when Love's fair wreath decayed ; And they smoothe down, and brighdy wreathe the coiled up glossy braids — And mingle in the lovely throng, of happier, brighter maids. Upon these glossy coiled up wreaths they place the Crown of flowers, And join the joyous concourse then, to smile away the hours. While Grief's fell hungry canker-worm is preying on their hearts. And vain for them are Pleasure's wiles, and Flattery's specious arts. Who are the gay ? Oh answer this ! Who — who then are the gay ? Many may seem so — while in sooth they are bitterest Sorrow's prey ; 4G Hut let them seem so — 'tis indeed a harmless bright deceit, And forces others too to smile, and one same task repeat ; The soft infection gently spreads throughout the festive crowd — Oh ! where would be ix festive throng, where hidden truths avowed ? WHAT SHALL BE MLSSED? The Dove — the fond, fond turtle Dove — What truth dwells in her breast; Oh ! what a Shrine of perfect Love Must be her hallowed nest. Lovingly plies she her sweet care Midst the deep greenwood shades — And Love's own brightest Star shines there. The Star that never fades ! 47 The Lark — the glad rejoicing Lark — He makes -the Sky his own, And soars from Earth the dim and dark, And mounts as to a throne ! Heaven, Earth, and Air, resounding ring With his triumphant strain ; Then who can think of such a thino- As Sorrow — or as Pain ? The Rose shines forth in splendour bright- Fairest of flowers that blow — It is a rich and rare delight To gaze on that red glow ! The Queen of gardens and of bowers. She reigns with tenderest sway; And all the radiant tribe of flowers To her must homage pay. 48 The dew drop sparkles on the leaf Ere yet its life is o'er ; For fragile is that Life, and brief — A moment — and no more ! But oh ! thou gentle turtle dove, Ere long must thou depart; And who shall miss the perfect love That heaves thy little heart ? And Lai'k ! rejoicing rapturous bird. When Death shall be thy share — When thy deep song no more is heard, Shalt thou be missed in air? Rose ! loveliest, sweetest of all flowers, When thou hast drooped and died, Shalt thou be mourned for in the bowers, With all thy bloom and pride? 49 Bright dewdrop ! — when the next fair spring Calls forth each flower that blows, Shalt thou be needed, then to flinjr Sweet coolness o'er their brows ? Nothing is missed — and nothing mourned — Soon is filled up the place Of all that once the Earth adorned — While race succeeds to race. Whole tribes of turtle Doves shall pour Their souls on love away, Feeling; as thou hast felt before — Thou feel'st, sweet bird — to-day ! Thousands of larks shall mount as high, And sing a strain as clear, And weave as rich a harmony As thine — which now I hear. E 50 Thousands of joyous larks shall spring To where Morn's sunbeams shine — Upon as strong and free a wing — With hearts as light as thine. Scores of bright roses shall unfold And blush with crimson glow, When thou dost thy rich smile withhold, Sweet Rose ! so radiant now. Myriads of dew drops yet shall shine, Like studs of sunny light, With sparkling brilliancy like thine. Fair dew drop — now so bright ! Love — Beauty — Music — Purity — These things shall ever last ; These things shall never, never die, For them there is no Past ! 51 And oh ! 'twould be a wretched thinof If these indeed could pass, Like Earth's frail children witherinef — Bui they are of loftier class ! They still shall last — and they shall live, Though all around them die — Their mortal tenements survive And light the Eternity ! The Lark may die, who sweetly sung, For him shall Day grow dim. But though that living Lyre's unstrung. Music dies not with him ! This Rose shall fade, which hues of Light On all seems to confer, But though she bear decay's dull blight, Beauty dies not with her ! E 2 52 The dew drop may be quickly dried Beneath Noon's flaminsj skv — But though no more with that allied, Purity shall not die ! Death will smite sore the turtle Dove- And still her throbbing heart ; But the everlasting Soul of Love Shall ne'er from Earth depart ! LINES ON A PRISONED EAGLE. Once most majestical of Earth's free things, How sadly droop thy proud and powerful wings — How didst thou once urge far thy stormy course, Tempesting the air around with haughtiest force. And soaring into Heaven's blue arch intense, Gorgeous with uttermost magnificence ! 53 Thou scornedst the earth — thou mockedst at the ground, Thou playedst with the elements unbound ; And thou art fettered — thou art now enchained Unto that earth so much bv thee disdained. The Sun hath lost his mightiest worshipper, Shattering the old Silence with triumphant stir ! Still didst thou pay thy homage — free and bold, O'ercanopied by clouds of burning gold : At his Eternal and magnific shrine — Brightly sublime — illustriously divine ! Oh ! ye unchfWiging and outshining skies, Ye wear your crown of old sublimities — Though he who soared into your chrystal height, And drank even at your fountainhead of light, May never more his splendid homage pay At those resplendent courts of radiant day ! As richly do ye glow — as brightly smile, Thoush he be bound and fettered here the while ! Poor prisoned Eagle ! how didst thou of old With proud audacity and ardour bold 54 Soar statelily and liaughtily on high, Even when the tempest brooded in the sky, Saihng amid the thunder-charged storm clouds, That heaved along that sky in leaguering crowds ; And now, when Lightnings shiver o'er thy head. Thou cowerest, chained and dungeoned — worse than dead Thou biddest us think of the immortal Mind Entombed on Karth, and cabinned, and confined ! While still 'tis wakened, rapt, inspired, o'erwrought By thinjjs mysterious to its troubled thoualously she storms Man's heart and brain ? The Stars, like glowing Visions, float and stream Heaven's living Poetry on every beam ; 'I'hey draw the thought to all which is above, And claim lor loftiest, noblest things — our love. The gatlicred Surges of the haughty Sea, Fierce, black, and hoarse, in hours when Storms reign free, 89 Tell fearful tales fraught with profound dismay, Of the utter nothingness of dust and clay. When the Sea rages, wrestling as 'twould rock, With heave convulsive and terrific shock, The mighty Heavens upon its thundering Waves, Of thousands of the Earth the troublous graves. Its voice of strength doth fearfully proclaim How weak is Man in his frail mortal frame. How weak without Almighty help and aid — A gasping trembler — powerless and afraid ; And the huge billows lift their heads on high. Like crested Titans, to assault the sky ; And frowning Pyramids they seem to form, Seen by the Lightning glimpses of the Storm, As though to build, on Mockery fierce, intent, To those who sink a Moment's Monument ! And to their own dark Triumph, proud and high. Their own stern Conquest and dread Victory, A moment's heaving trophy pile sublime, That shames the work of Nations and of time ! 90 Dark lifted to the Firmament's broad arch, Vexing the Stars upon their dazzling march ! But if in iliis frame — in this strange brief Life, Oh, i\Ian ! thou'rt frail, and weak 'mid Nature's strife. If thou but hearkenest to lier counsel sage, And studiest carefully her pregnant page, What more than glory and what more than power, Shalt thou inherit in the appointed hour. When the proud Stars shall pale their heavenly fire, Doomed each in turn to wither and to expire, When the great Sun shall powerless wax and old. His rays grown feeble, and his rich smiles cold, And all the Heavens surrounding him shall seem Like the departing pageants of a Dream — When the deep Seas shall leave no trace to tell Where once their haughty Surges joyed to swell ; Nav, when the jrlobe whereon thev heaved is ijone. And Nature's great and glorious task is done — Plan's everlasting Spirit shall aspire, "^I'hrou";!! Ayjes after Ay;es, hi<>hcr anil hii>her, 91 New climes of boundless Glory ever try, And revel rich in Immortality ! Each thought — Creation — gifted with a Dower ^0^ of its own — but of Almighty Power ; Each hope — Completion — nay, to Hope no more Stooping in meek dependence as before — Itself its own great Happiness — and Fate Its own great Truth — and Circumstance and State ! — My thoughts ! my deep and wandering thoughts, be still. Nor dare with such dread grandeur thus to thrill ! ON THE PORTRAIT OF LADY ASHLEY. Oh ! fairest 'mono;st a million fair ! With sunny eyes and floating hair, And sylph-like form, and beauteous face, And charm of fascinating grace. And stamp of an exalted line That marks each lineament of thine ! 92 Oh ! lliirest 'niongst a myriad ftiir ! Far more than beauty's boast is there. Or charm of captivating grace, Or pride of a patrician race, There lurks the attractive modesty That deprecates the admiring eye ; The ingenuous candour there is seen, That, open, smihng, and serene, For evermore accompanies Sweet Innocence, that scorns disguise : And there, too, above all, appears The gentleness that most endears. That most can win, and most enthrall — 'Mid thousand graces, first of all ! The brightest jewel in the zone — The ccstus round fair woman thrown ! All vestal thoughts, all anijel dreams, Illumine thine aspect with their beams, And charms of form, and charms of mind, In tlicc so sweetly seem combhicd. 93 That brooding this bright vision o'er, The full heart cannot wish for more. Could ev'n Imagination seize On beauties more divine than these ? Eyes — ^like the Sun in Morn's young hour, When heightened beauty — softened power — Make him most Heavenly in the sight, Shining with Love's own golden light ; Lips — that like bruised pomegranates blush Still with a deep and deepening flush, And brighten with such conquering smiles, That their sweet magic spell beguiles Craft of its weapons and its wiles — Dull En vv of its stings and sneers, And Sorrow of its rising tears ! Rich hair — like Berenice's own, Which erst unmatched — unrivalled shone Those clustering locks — those glistering braids Too precious for these earthly shades. Translated to the glorying skies To dazzle ev'n Immortal eyes ! 94 'Diese locks of thine might scarcely yield To those displayed in that proud field ! How richly do they stream unbound, In waves of dark luxuriance round, And cast soft shadows o'er the light Of thy fair beauty, else too bright ! Most clorious hair ! that seems to fall Just loosened from some delicate thrall, In burnished hyacinthine flow. The pillar of thy throat of snow, And shoulder's sculptured grace below : Itself the sole crown for that head — Unjewelled and ungarlanded ; The only mantle that should hide, Those shoulders' alabaster pride ! That sole rich veil — whose folds I'eveal Beauties that match th.osc they conceal ! Enchantment — Oh ! enchantment's seen In those fair features — that sweet mien — 95 Thou fairest 'mongst a myriad fair ! — Enchantment — Yea ! enchantment's there ! And yet, no dangerous Circe thou, With those meek eyes — that guileless hrow. 'Tis the Enchantment pure and true. For ever exquisite and new — The magic innocent and rare. Which works no spell, and weaves no snare That beauty — when 'tis close allied With sacred Virtue's modest pride — Doth ever blamelessly exert, Over the warm and feeling heart ; Then the prompt sentence of the eyes. The judgment seals and ratifies ! Oh ! fairest 'mongst a myriad fair — Can pen rehearse the witcheries there ? 9G NO MORE! No more — Oh ! it must be no more — Tliat precious dreaming o'er that precious love ! Must, then, such mighty happiness be o'er — And must my heart wail like a wounded dove No more ? — Oh ! it must be no more ! Ne'er shall I know its kindling mijiht again ! — That heart-quake of young passion in its power; But faintly droop as flowers beneath the rain — And die in dreams of that last meeting-hour No more ! — Oh ! it must be no more ! And Spring is here, bewilderingly bright — A laughing world of sunshine and of rose Greets every wliere the heart, and thought, and sight: But all in vain — nought brings me now re|X)se, No more ! — Oh ! it must be no more ! 97 Oh ! the unburied dreams that haunt my mind ; Spring ! with thy scent-charged flowers do thou enchain, Nor let me mourn heart- wasted, unresigned, What mourning never can bring back again ; No more ! — Oh ! it must be no more ! Past — perished — now — for evermore — and past — That costly consciousness of answered love ! Let my heart tremble into rest at last, And wear the chains it unsuspecting wove ? No more ! — Oh ! hope must be no more I H 98 ON THE LOSS OF THE ROTHSAY CASTLE STEAM- BOAT, 183L* Unknown — unclaimed — tossed as with other weeds To silent Earth — and what heart feels or heeds ? And yet, perchance, these torn chill ashes were To kindred bosoms exquisitely dear ; Perchance ! Ah ! surely — never yet on Earth Lived one unloved, uncherished from his birth ! No ! this pale dust hath once most precious been. In eyes that viewed not life's last phrenzying scene,' When the fierce rushini]: nifjht brought dread and death. Stifling the latest prayer, and latest breath. Now, the cold Sea to the cold Earth returns These reliques wan — o'er which no fond one mourns ! * Two beautiful sisters were said to have been lost in the Ilothsay ( astle. 99 The strangei' on their stranger hneaments, Casts a sad gaze, and momently laments ; Then with a sorrowing mien he turns away, With hurrying steps to leave the unshrouded clay. Yet, stranger ! turn again ! hast thou ne'er known What 'tis to love a something all thine own ? Give to these hapless ones a few meek tears, Lost in the beauty of their golden years ; Look on these pale fair forms — these broken flowers — Once bright as rose-buds, in Spring's vernal hours ; Adopt these desolate orphans of the grave — Bear them afar from the dull moaning wave ; Gather with kind and reverential hands Their sacred ashes from the tide- worn sands; Consign them to some calm unstormy tombi. Where broods a tender and a tearful gloom — Where breathes no tempest-gust to shake their rest, But south-winds sweep the green sward's flowering breast : Oh ! how unlike their death-bed — yon mad sea — Where all was awe and conquering agony ! H 2 100 Where silent stood a doomed and destined throng — The bold — the timorous — and the weak and strong— Ev'n as a sculptured groupe of Death — to await The last stern simal from the hand of Fate — Without the shadow of one hope — without Even the chill comfort of one lingering doubt ; Yet if high Love and heavenly Faith were there, Thou wert expelled — wert exiled — thence, Despair ! If, conscious of the Almighty Presence, still They humbly yielded to the Almighty Will — And bowed them meekly to the impending ill, And on that anchor and that rock reposed, Whicli still, to the eye that seeks them, are disclosed ; Then the worst bitterness of the opening grave Was taken from the black and boil in cr wave ! If that same Love that tamed the storms of old — Tlie Love Almighty — breathed where thunders rolled. Oh ! how the tempests in their hearts were stilled, "^riioiigli Ilcaviii and ivutli wiiJi tliDsc wild t«"rrors ihi'illed; 101 Softer than warblings of the mother dove, Pierced through their souls the whisperings of that love The shock of the Elements — the roar of Seas — Were weak and powerless when compared with these \ And surely, Gentlest Sufferers — in 7/our woe — That consolation's might 'twas yours to know ; Yes ! we may hope — ye fair and beauteous dead — Deep blessings o'er your fearful doom were shed ; And that 'twas given to ye, when doomed to part — To die — soul linked in soul — and heart to heart With your beloved ones — blessed even thus to share That hour's un measurable Hope and Fear ! I BORE ON MY BROWS. I BORE on my brows a burning wreath Of youth and hope most bright — And I shrank from the very thought of Death, Of Solitude and Night ! 10-2 Wreathed with the myrtle and the rose, Was the glowing wreath I wore ; But there are lovelier things than those, For chastened hearts in store ! Thank Heaven — thank Heaven — that one by one Such earth-born blooms decay ! For when they are withered and undone. Spring lovelier things than they ! I must crown these brows, sublimely now, With an everlasting wreath — And wean my thoughts from things below. From Night — and Earth — and Death ! For when of old I fondly deemed — From these I shrank away; Ah me ! I idly, vainly dreamed, And stooped mo to their sway ! 103 While I but plucked Earth's smiling flowers Of Youth — Hope, Love, and Joy — I held to things, which fleeting hours Can blight and can destroy ! But, Oh I thank Heaven ! that one by one These flowers have dropped away : . Now that their breath and bloom are gone, I dread not Death's sure day ! Let me crown my pale and thoughtful brow, With flowers of heavenly breath — And shrink indeed, and truly now — From Earth — and Night — and Death ! Yes — powerless was the wreath I wore. To battle 'gainst the blight ; But now, indeed, in truth, I soar Beyond Earth — Death— and Night ! 104 FALSE WORLD! Oh ! World ! False world ! From thee and thine My hopes are hurled. In swift decline ! Farewell — farewell To grief and glee ! No more I dwell With them or thee ! My thoughts lie curbed, In calm unchanijed — Still undisturbed — From strife estranged ! 105 To Hope and Fear Farewell — farewell — No longer here In soul I dwell. My thoughts are turned To worlds more bright- For late I mourned, Girt round with night ! Oh ! World ! False World ! How dear thou wert ! What dreams lie furled Within my heart ! Dreams — that of yore Were full of might, So streaming o'er With rich delight ! 106 Dreams that were all Of thee and thine — Could these enthral This heart of mine ? Thy pomp — thy pride — Thy wealth — thy worth — And nouiiht beside Than fleeting Earth ! Thy sheen — thy show — Thy strength — thy state ! (Oh ! shame and woe — These stamped my Fate !) My dreams were full Of these and thee ! All else seemed thill And dark to me ! 107 The West- Heavens burn With dazzling clouds ; But soon these turn To gloomy shrouds. And so, Oh ! Earth, Thy charms decay ; Thy might — thy mirth — So fades away ! But clouds that shone O'er Heaven's blue face. Fade one by one. And leave no trace. Once bright of hue. They melt away, Nor more renew Their proud array. 108 Grown dim and cold, They shine no more ; Their tale is told, Their time is o'er. But, Oh ! no stain They leave behind On Heaven's blue plain- With Star-fires lined ! They leave no trace — That eye can see — But pure their place, And fair and free ! World !— % delights, Ere they depart. With mortal b]i<>hts Corrupt the heart. 109 Temptations throng Round those who cling With passion strong To each vain thing. Those pomps — those shows— Those dreams and joys — Oft end in woes And dire annoys ! And leave behind — Thus void — thus vain — On heart and mind A stamp — and stain ! Oh ! World ! how weak Are they who know Alone to seek Thy smiles below ! 110 Temptations crowd About their way — Too soon they're bowed Beneath such sway ! Awhile perchance They sigh and shrink — Yet one more glance — They smile and sink ! Oh ! World of Death ! I know thee now, Thine icy breath Hadi chilled my brow I In time I turn From thee away — With strength to spurn Thy false Array. ill My dreams that burned Like sunset clouds — Like them that turned To shadowy shrouds That shrank away, And fading passed, In swift decay — Not made to last ! At least they left No stain to blight — Of pomp bereft — And hue and light. But sternly taught, My sobered mind, To leave in Thought Itself behind ! 112 To scorn sucli toys As these now seem — All Earthly joys — Each Earthly dream ! Those Dreams so briffht With rapture's glow, Frauo;ht with Deliccht Soon changed to Woe ! Oh! Woildof Strife!— I fly thee now ! — The Sea of Life Shall peaceful flow ! Oh ! World of Gloom ! From thee I part; One Mighty Tomb In truth thou art ! 113 World— World of Death— From thee I fly ; To breathe thy breath — Is but to die ! I shun — who sought Thy Storms — thy Strife ! — And turn my thought To Worlds of Life ! Farewell — Farewell — To good and ill — In peace I dwell — Resiffned and still ! .J 114 LIFE'S BLESSINGS. What are Life's Blessing's? — what its best? Oh ! not the sunshine of the breast ! Not hollow pleasures — vain delights, But sufferings, sorrows, scorns, and slights ! — Life's trials ail — its pangs and pains. Its crosses, chastisements, and chains, These are its best of BlessinjTs still — These, that beat down the struggling will .' That teach the haughty soul to be Girt round with sweet Humility ! And Sorrows deep, and cankering Cares, 'i'liat turn our thoughtless words to prayers — Frustrated aims and foundered hopes, The mind that grieves — the heart that droops- And disappointments — wrongs — and woes. When these bid the awful chasm to close, 115 That yawns Destruction darkly round To those that tread Temptation's ground, Just tottering o'er the abyss profound ! — The Chasm of ruin and despair, Which wide awaits the Wanderer there, { If rightly met and meekly borne Those trials — of their terrors shorn ! ) Better these Evils thus should fill Tlie dark abyss of ruin still, Than that our Selves — our Souls should lie Within its dread Profundity ! These sorrows and these pains — even these May Heaven's stern wrath avert — appease. Wiser we may, and better grow, Beneath the infliction and the woe ! — A mighty Master — Grief! thou art, And thou canst cleanse the blackened heart. And purify the mind, and win The Soul from its own darling sin. A mighty Master — Grief! thou art. And vast thy School — the Human Heart — i2 ]16 And if thou canst do thus, indeed — And if through thee the Soul is freed From falsehood and from foolishness, And worldly Vanity's excess, Surely then — surely, thou must be (Oh ! grant us this deep truth to see) Life's best of blessings — though at first Thou seemst its deadliest doom and worst ! By thee, to Death we are reconciled. For, oil ! if Life for ever smiled Around us, lovely and serene. How could we bear to leave its scene? How would the Heart impassioned cling To every earthly, worldly thing ! Oh ! what fierce pangs should rack that Heart, When from its treasures doomed to part ! I5ut, Grief! by thee wc are early sought — Thy lessons are the first we are taught; Even the twelvemonths' child, whose brow Is smooth as white unprinted snow, 117 Knows something of thy painful touch, Though gently dost thou deal with such ! And as we wend upon our way, We bow yet more unto thy sway, Stronger and stronger grows thy grasp. More dark each tear — more deep each gasp, Until we sink by thy dim shrine, And all our Soul's great powers are thine ! Then do we turn our saddened eyes From this cold World unto the Skies, And cease to fix our foolish trust On Earth — and Earth's frail things of dust, To Heaven with chastened hearts we turn — With nobler, purer zeal we burn. And leave the paths of Folly's choice, Called by a still — but mighty voice. 118 MUSINGS. It is a lovely, lonely, peaceful place, A feature fair on Nature's fairest face ; And, oh ! how lonely, and how lovely now, Since Evening's shadows, in procession slow. Come dimly on — and Stillness cahn and deep, Lies soft in all things, like the dew of sleep. Erewhile — and but a little while ago. So swiftly hours into each other flow, The mirthful song-birds filled the dreamy gloom — With music that might pierce the impassive tomb ; Now not a sound is heard — save to and fro These green leaves move — though sure no breeze doth blow, Soft as some flowery-margined Fountain's flow ; As Heaven and Earth breathed faint the breath of life On her — unUke our Being's restless strife ! And nature's beauty is around us here, To thoughtful bosoms ever deeply dear. 119 Nature — whose glorious Majesty might well Smite the struck heart with more than magic spell ; For her triumphant greatness and her power, Beyond Imagination's soarings tower ! Her secrets they are countless — yet behold How much doth knowledge to our ken unfold ! Her mysteries they are manifold — but still These have been vanquished by victorious will ! Man hath pierced through the cloud — and raised the veil- And feareth not her bulwarks to assail ; His eye hath looked upon her — where her throne Is placed 'mongst worlds more glorious than his own ! Oh ! Man ! thou — thou hast followed — thou'st pursued Even to her shadowy courts of solitude — Majestic nature, by her Lord reviewed ! The mighty Mother's secrets thou canst sound — And plunge into her sea like depths profound ; But what — save Heaven's stupendous Majesty — Shall e'er sound thy deep thoughts' all chainless sea ? — The Universe it may be thine to scan — Thyself— thou'rt the unpierced Universe — Oh ! Man ! 120 Not all the Sages that have ever sought To extend the Empire of the mind and thought — Nor deep Philosophers — nor Schoolsmen shrewd — Have compassed yet — howe'er with skill endued — That mightiest mystery of themselves — or shown Whate'er of power or knowledge was their own — The deep dark history of one human heart — A Universe within itself — apart ! This world — Oh ! Death ! stern Shadowy King ! is thine- To light thy way the glowing sun doth shine; To uphold thy foot, this beauteous Earth doth spread — All things are thine — Oh ! dreary one and dread ! Thou hast still mingled with sweet roseate primes, And verdant spring-tides — all times are thy times; Thou hast still come unbidden to the feast, For every where art thou the silent guest ; Where'er man dwells, there hast thou thy abode — For thee the Tide of all past Life hath flowed ! Yet we must praise thee — thou art strong lo draw Oiu- ihoughst towards thee — with interest and with awe ! 121 Thou'rt ever strong to interest and to excite, Thy dim perspective points towards boundless light ! The Future through the Spirit thou dost press — The Future — mightiest still to curse — or bless ! And thou the fountains of our thouijhts canst chain To the great mysteries of thy secret reign — When all we love goes hence — (our soul's blest care — Its trust and hope — bequeathing us despair ; For all the communings with rapture fraught — The gentle joys — the luxuries pure — unbought — Of hallowed love — to which Earth's wealth is naught) — How do we turn our longing thoughts to thee — And seek to dwell in thy stern company ! But, Oh ! is't not our folly and our fault, If under thy dull shades we choose to halt, To shield us from thy sorrows and thy stings — • The Almightiest Dove spreads wide His sheltering wings ? The Eternity its guiding rays emits — The Godhead breathes through thick starred Infinites — And our own conscious spirits ceaseless say, " We yet shall soar — yet break those bonds of clay !" 122 Shall not the Heavenly and the Alniightiest Dove Fill us with rapturous faith and trustful love? Shall not the Eternity — with light Sublime — Illume even the intervening wastes of Time ? Shall not the glorious Godhead o'er our Souls Shine bright — as where through gladden'd suns it rolls ? Shall not our Spirits still reflect its ray, And seek the Life that passeth not away ? This world — stern ruthless Death — it is not thine! The Rule thou hast — ere lon<>; must thou resign ! A WISH. Where the wonderous and glorious cloud-tracls be, Burning with many a dazzling streak, Would I walk through mists of liiiht with thee, Ivcaving this Old World — bhmk and bleak. 123 Yet from this dimmest of dim spheres Would I bear some few most precious things, Beloved midst Childhood's smiles and tears, Though tainted now with Life's dark springs. A colour from the empurpled flower — A music from the whispering shell — A sparkle from the rainbowed shower — A perfume from the blossomed dell — A verdure from the embowering trees — A gladness from the glittering wave — A freshness from the wandering breeze — A coolness from the o'ershadowing cave ! And art thou so beloved then — Earth ? Can links of Life's long chain be dear ? — I loill not leave thee — Place of birth — Even for the loveliest Stranger-sphere ! 124 WOMAN AND WOMAN'S LOVE. Oh ! Man, through whose imperious, restless soul Stern dreams of grandeur and of empire roll, Still pant ye for Earth's glorious crowns and thrones, Nor heed though thousands' agonizing groans, Distracted curses, and discordant cries, To Heaven in dread appeal tumultuous rise, If proud Ambition prompt, and Fortune grant The fatal aid, 'twere well that you should want ! — For this, disfigured is the Earth's fair face, O'erclouded Nature's glory and her grace — Victory's Volcano shakes the shuddering world. While banners steeped in blood float wide unfurled, Till, haply, sated, sickened at the last With all the gory triumphs of the past. The stormy luxury and fierce joy of War, Yc quit at once ih' Earth -desolating Car, 125 And wreak your energies on finer aims, (But still for Earth's vain plaudits and acclaims) And bid Creation once more reassume Its banished brightness and its blighted bloom ; Nay, at your word another aspect wear, And shine yet more majestic and more fair ! Here peak-y-fronting Pyramids arise, Attesting columns spurn the invaded skies — There lift with pride their brazen gates and walls, League- covering — nation -sheltering Capitals ! — The laboured Wilderness tamed, vanquished yields. The increase confined before to favoured fields — The stony rock, the rugged and the rude. Smiles with sweet promise, softened and subdued — Old mountains are deposed, or lower'd, or pierced— Floods for their bold wild liberties amerced. Pent in and prisoned, and enslaved, and schooled, And by a hand of glorious mastery ruled — The mighty seas, that thundering shake the shore. Are curbed and straitened in their headlong roar, 126 Wliere massive breakwaters upreared divide The impatient foaming of the indignant tide ! Earth's depths are ransacked for her gems and ores, Her radiant spoils, and her resplendent stores — Where gloomy forests spread their shadows round. Gay harvests gild the open smiling ground — The produce of far climes is w-afted o'er Unto some alien, uncongenial shore — And yet ye do more wond'rous deeds than these, With patient energy and peaceful ease ! Lo ! mark where Science at her will lays bare The secrets of the Earth and of the Air, The workings of great Nature's mighty heart Detected, pierced, and probed in every part. Even where 'mongst worlds of great and glorious scope She seems to mock his efforts and his hope ! Yes ! there his triumph and success behold — The curtain shrinks uplifted and uprolled — The cloud is softened and dissolved away, Where Night frowned dark, shine gleams of living Day- 127 The miglity Master seems unchecked to move, Obeyed by all around, and all above — World after world, with chrystal walls and gates, At that dread Conqueror's call capitulates! — Lo ! how he speeds upon his path of power, Though deepest mysteries o'er his progress lower — How doth he toil upon his task of Pride, Nor pause till light is thrown on ev'ry side ! Those orbs that through the Heavens majestic roll. Like the great thoughts of an Eternal Soul, Are taught their splendid secrets to reveal — The spell is spoken — shattered is the seal ! Upon their radiant and immortal way They are questioned by the ambitious Child of clay — Their mighty futures and mysterious fates, With fine precision he unerring states ; Upon their march of majesty and might, Are they — the Thrones of Time and Lords of Light — Forestalled — almost it might appear, foredoomed (Such high authority hath he assumed) 128 By him who walketh for a little while Before their presence, and beneath their smile. Then sinks into his Earth, and all forgets, The Sun that rises, and the Sun that sets ; And to his children leaves it to observe If from the paths he prophesied they swerve ; But, lo ! they swerve not — steadfast and serene, Mark them fulfil the course he had foreseen ! As tliough these dared not disappoint his dreani, Nor mar the glory of his noble scheme ; As these dared not dispute and disobey His stern authority — his Soul's strong sway; Aye ! as they dared not falsify and foil His proud assertion, and defeat his toil ! While thus, though far in space' clear depths enshrined. Their destinies are fathomed and devined, And to the gaze of wond'ring eyes exposed. Imperiously devined, and fearlessly disclosed. Yes ! Man liath made his empire to extend Troudly and nobly, without bound or end; K 129 Still, without faultering, cloth he onwards press, To Nature's farthest shrine and last excess. Such are the Victories — such the works of Mind ! Till Thought o'ertasked — o'erwrought, reels black and blind, Dazzled with too much light (while th' ardent will Would gather Knowledge upon Knowledge still And Might combine with Might, and Skill with Skill,) Till Haughty with that Knowledge and that power, Man's lofty Spirit doth unbending tower, And his high heart elate with triumph grows, As though he gave the laws he dares expose ! As though 'twas his to arrange that perfect plan : Tis onlv his to follow and to scan — His to establish the Order he evolves, To originate the Scheme he Sounds and solves ! Man ! still the mastery and the rule maintain, And triumph in your undisputed reign, And still the monarchs and the masters be — Exult ye in your sway and sovereignty ! K 130 Be still of this Majestic World the Kings ! Extend vour rule o'er all terrestrial things Still claim, and keep as your own right from birth, This Empire proud of the Universal Earth ! Claim Science, Knowledge, Glory for your own, And hold the Sceptre still, and fill the throne; Receive transcendant Nature's richest fees — Keep the great Universe's glorious Keys— The strong Keys of its vast unnumbered wards ! — And of Creation reign the undoubted Lords ! Weave round your brows the laurel's shining wreath, And sound your Victories with the trumpet's breath ; Strict laws on all around ye, still impose — While spreads your lofty fame — your triumph grows !- Unfold majestic mysteries and august. And soar beyond this darkness and this dust ! Oh ! man — the ruler and the chief remain, Nor find a rival to your splendid reign ; Aye ! keep your proud dominion and renown, Preserve the charter and possess the crown ! 131 Retain your trophies, and repeat your toils, Grasp your deserved success, and glean your spoils ! Keep ye the insignia of your sovereign state — The emblems of your great and lofty fate, And all the bold inventions that bestow Your high and dread supremacy below ; Still make your own the Sciences and the Arts, Keep, keep your optic tubes — retorts and charts, Your sun-dipped pencils and your flame-tipped pens. The loadstone, and the lever, and the lens ; And keep your proud distinctions still your own, Each badge and sign that makes your mastery known — Your sceptres, helms, your mitres, palms, and globes. Your truncheons, laurels, scutcheons, crowns, and robes ; Your chariots, and your banners, and your swords. Your mighty revenues and dazzling hoards ! — Of subjugated Earth remain the lords, And of the conquered elements — and still Advance from state to state, from skill to skill ; Add greatness, unto greatness evermore, And spread your wide command, from shore to shore. k2 132 Lo ! there is one — a meek one, at your side, To sway, superior — and too pure for pride ; Yet she too claims an empire for her own, A blameless sceptre, and a peaceful throne — She hath a province and a place apart — Proud Ruler of the World ! — it is tliy heart ! Ah ! doth she envy thee — thy strength — thy state — And strive to be as powerful and as great — Thy might — thy glory — doth she seek to share? No ! — all she hopes — and all she asks — is there ! And let her mourn not o'er a broken Hope, Nor bid her crownless head, dejected droop; But let her wear her own sweet smiles in peace, So shall her gentle joy nor fade nor cease — Leave, leave to Woman her fair myrtle-wreath, Unshadowed by Despair, unscathed by Death; Let every leaf be green, and pure, and bright. Love is the crown that gilds her Soul of Light ! She smiles away from her the gauds of power, Nor lieeds tiiough dark her changed horizon lower, 133 Though the atmosphere around be fraught with gloom, Though at her feet should yawn the frowning tomb, If Love's dear voice but whisper to her soul. And in her sight he spreads his starry scroll — Then all is well ! — though suffering, gloom, and care. And all the ills and griefs of life be there. And, oh ! the sway, the splendour, and the state, To her can be but as a grief and weight, A sorrow, and a suffering, and a sting. Pain's certain source, and Misery's fertile spring. If unaccompanied, oh ! Love, by thee. That still the Angel of her Life must be ! — And all is wrong ! — and bitterness and care Attend her and become her mournful share — 'Twas thus of old the fair Egyptians mourned. Torn from that Land to which they ne'er returned, To be indeed advanced to high estate. To them how dark a woe — how dire a weight : Bound by their sad alliance, they deplored And languished for the Land so much adored, 134 Desiring but one draught of its sweet stream, Till past their life in that distracted dream — Perchance the chosen of their souls remained In that far Home, by Fate's caprice detained. Then all that was in Egypt was beloved. And all abhorred, from its dear soil removed ! By the deep Voice of buried feelings called. Till every pulse was thrilled, each power was thralled. They wandered weary on their darkened way. Wailed through the night, and then wept down the day ! Around their brows the royal diadem blazed. But, oh ! how gladly would they then have raised That cumbrous diadem from the aching brows. Cold, colourless, and cold as wintery snows ! — The jewelled mantles round their forms were thrown. How gladly too woukl tiicy have laid these down, And from their dazzling shoulders have unbound The gorgeous folds that swept resplendent round. Could tiiey have been from those strange shores removed, Once more restored unto the Land tliey loved ! 135 Could they have been by pitying hand set free, And borne back to their Home of Infancy. But this might not be ! — and they pined away, And fainter waxed with each succeeding day ; They pined on their proud thrones with fevered thoughts. And vainly yearned for the forbidden draughts Of their own distant and divided stream, In that distracted and delirious dream ; Full many a strange caprice hath restless grief, And still she seeks on all sides for relief. And dreams, and doubts, and wishes, and believes. And every chance impression still receives ; And still retains with fond tenacious hold. And to her will, the stubborn truth would mould ; With wild delirious desperation still She grasps those things which ne'er her hopes fulfil ! Those things which caused not, nor can cure the ill. Thus did those martyrs of a love-born grief Cling wildly to the fond and vain belief That those sweet draughts could make their anguish less, And soothe their suffering, and console and bless ! — 136 Draughts tVoin the old Royal Stream, of whose clear tide They whilom drank — ere hope within them died ! — That stream they quaffed of yore, when all looked bright, And Earth and Heaven seemed one to their glad siglit ! In their Heart's sunny times and cloudless years — Their Life's fair rosv seasons — while fond tears Channelled their pallid cheeks — (by the alien air — Into no healthful glow, warmed brightly there. But tinted with the hectic flush of care) ; And burninij si^hs their gentle bosoms heaved — By sighs, nor tears, or lightened, or relieved ; Even so pined vainly on a foreign strand. The Royal lilies of old Egypt's land — Captives and victims they — though all arounil Was glad and lovely — but no joy tlwy found — Whose hearts, not hands, were fettered and were bound ; Mocked vainly with the show of Liberty — They could not seek their dear ones — could not die ! Their gorgeous palaces and cities fair, Might not distract them from their one despair — 137 Dearer than all to them their cherished chain And their sole pleasure centred in their pain ! And, Oh ! how closely were they fettered down — These weary wearers of the o'erwhelming crown ; The winds swept freely through the skies above — The streams did in the joy of freedom move — The birds spread joyously their fluttering wings — The smile of Freedom lightened o'er all things ; But they were bowed beneath an iron reign, And their heart's wreathen fibres wrought their chain; For, Oh ! the heart too fondly wooed its care, By one o'erpowering dream still haunted there One dream of love, and passion, and despair — Its fibres and its pulses evermore. Thrilled to the thoughts, which pierced it to the core: Haunted, o'erwearied, and nor soothed, nor quelled, Till from the seat of Life the fount of Life had welled. Woman must live to love — or live to mourn For one dear destiny designed and born ! 138 The thousand interests and the unnumbered aims, Which each in turn Man's fond attention claims, For her are nothing — raised above them all, She never heeds their claim, nor hears their call For her — Life's noisy changes come and part, And leave a hopeless silence of the heart ; Unless Lovers voice pierce through them sweet and cleai*. And then Lovers Voice alone 'tis hers to hear ! Then is she roused — and all her soul returns — A deep, deep answer, and responsive burns ! Still let her gladly through Life's wild scenes more, And crown her with that angel crown of Love — That precious diadem of starry light. Yea ! let it wreathe her brow for ever bright ! Still let it shine unshattered and unstained, From Heaven received — for Heaven be it retained ! 139 THE GREEK GIRL'S LAMENT. 'TwAS a Greek girl — far, far from her own land, And like a statue did she speechless stand, Beneath the alien — the unfamiliar skies Dull to her heart, though beauteous to her eyes. She thought upon her country's plains and hills — (Oh ! how that thought the exiled Spirit thrills) — She thought upon its glories — its disgrace — Its lofty sires — and its degenerate race ! Its beauty — and its brightness — and its woe — And the checked tears of grief refused to flow ! But thus, at length, from that o'erwearied heart, Gushingly did the deep complainings part ! , 140 " My Land — my beauteous Land — my loved and lost ! Oh radiant clime of battle and of story ! Land of the immortal choir — the unconquered host ! Oh ! Land of Love, and Poesy, and Glory ! " Still doth the Sun, with soft and sacred beams, Shine with a pure and holy lustre o'er thee — Kindling thy woods, and kissing thy fair streams, As though 'twere moved to pity and to adore thee ! " Though Earth forget thee — thou ! her pride and boast ! The Sun amidst the Heavens still stamps thee fairest ! O'er thee his looks of Love are lavished most — His glory still in thy decline thou wearest ! '' Still roll thy rivers, beautiful and bright — Unchoked by tears, and yet unstained by slaughters ! While still the stars of Night's sweet hour weep light O'er these blue breathless tides and burnished waters ! 141 " But I, — thy daiigliter, — mourn alas, afar — Nor share thy sorrows now — nor bless thy beautj — Yet, Oh ! mine own sweet Land ! nor Sun nor Star r Is bound to thee by such dear ties of duty ! " Bear, bear me hence ! here Peace and Freedom reign — But Peace and Freedom bring to me no pleasure ; Oh ! Greece ! the effort to forget is vain — Within thy breast is shrined my soul's deep trea- sure ! " Bear, bear me hence ! a happier lot 'twill be. With thee enduring — and with thee despairing — Than in strange lands to dwell amongst the free — No ! let me wear the chain that thou art wearing ! " Then died the passion of that strain away — And heavy silence on the still air lay ! 14-2 But, Oi ! it was the soul's own fervent si