RETURNING A STOLEN RING. WELL, lady, take again the ring, To deck that lily hand of thine, And with it take the gift I bring, To lay on beauty's golden shrine. With every joy and pleasure gay, And life in beauty glide away, Like the rich cadence of a song. And in that future happy time, Thine earlier friends perchance forgot, Say, wilt thou read this careless rhyme, And him who wrote remember not? Remember not! and can it be That joyous memories ever die? That all my heart can feel for thee Is but a lightly whispered sigh? Ay, it is written on our lot, That lot so varied, dark, and strange, To meet, to pass, and be forgot, But dash this idle gloom away, And be again the gay and free; Thou must not to thy dying day Forget this stolen ring and me! THE VOICE OF SPRING AND AUTUMN. THE Voice of Spring! and blushing flowers And cottage children list the song - Hearts, which the sweet affections bind With nature's purest tie, Where hope and faith are deeply shrined, Too deeply, soon to die Ye love the season! pure as light, Untired the spirits play: Rich dreams are yours for coming night, And richer still for day. "Speed, speed my bark! life's laughing seas Are not as false as fair" The white sail fills — cold blows the breeze, And rocks have darkened there! The voice of Autumn! earth receives Rustling around, the yellow leaves No bloom or balm to cheer the hours; Hoarse brawls the stream in forest bowers, Through the black woodland, dim and pale, And hark! the moaning night-winds wail Hearts, where misfortune has effaced Fame, friendship, pleasure, — vainly bought— Dark night descending-ere ye thought What hope remains? "Lone Autumn's smile Wasted on changing earth a while, Beams from unchanging heaven." I GO, SWEET FRIENDS. I GO, sweet friends! yet think of me In those bright hours, the violet's hours. I go, but when you pause to hear, Forget me not around your hearth, When cheerly smiles the ruddy blaze, And O, when music's voice is heard To melt in strains of parting woe, When hearts to love and grief are stirred, Think of me then! I go, I go ! GOOD BY. FAREWELL! farewell! is often heard Adieu! adieu! may greet the ear, The flame of friendship bursts and glows "Good by !" The mother, sending forth her child To meet with cares and strife, Breathes, through her tears, her doubts and fears For the loved one's future life. No cold" adieu," no "farewell," lives Within her choking sigh; But the deepest sob of anguish gives "God bless thee, boy! good by!" |