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II.

I.

As o'er the deep the seaman roves
With cloud and storm above him,
Far, far from all the smiles he loves,
And all the hearts that love him,
'Tis sweet to find some friendly mast
O'er that same ocean sailing,
And listen in the hollow blast
To hear the pilot's hailing.

II.

On rolls the sea! and brief the bliss,
And farewell follows greeting;
On rolls the sea! one hour is his
For parting and for meeting;
And who shall tell, on sea or shore,
In sorrow or in laughter,
If he shall see that vessel more,

Or hear that voice hereafter?

III.

And thus, as on through shine and shower My fickle shallop dances,

And trembles at all storms that lower,
And courts all summer glances,
'Tis very sweet, when thoughts oppress
And follies fail to cheer me,

To find some looks of loveliness,
Some tones of kindness, near me.

IV.

And yet I feel, while hearts are gay,
And smiles are bright around me,
That those who greet me on my way
Must leave me as they found me,-
To rove again, as erst I roved,

Through winter and rough weather,
And think of all the friends I loved,
But loved and lost together:

V.

And scenes and smiles, so pure and glad,
Are found and worshipped only
To make our sadness seem more sad,
Our loneliness more lonely;-
It matters not! a pleasant dream
At best can be but dreaming;
And if the true may never beam,
Oh! who would slight the seeming?

VI.

And o'er the world my foot may roam,

Through foreign griefs and pleasures,

And other climes may be my home,
And other hearts my treasures;
But in the mist of memory

Shall time and space be cheated,
And those kind looks revived shall bé,
And those soft tones repeated!

VII.

Believe, if e'er this rhyme recall
One thought of him who frames it,-
Believe him one who brings his all

Where Love or Friendship claims it;
Though cold the surface of his heart,
There's warmth beneath the embers;

for all it hopes, it would not part With sught that it remembers!

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III.

Bintôt je vis rassembler autour de moi tous les objets qui Veut donné de l'émotion dans ma jeunesse."—Rousseau.

I.

O LADY, when I mutely gaze

On eyes, whose chastened splendour Forbids the flatterer's wanton praise, And makes the Cynic tender,

Believe not that my gaze that night

Has nothing, Lady, in it, Beyond one vision of delight,

The rapture of one minute.

II.

And, Lady, when my ear has heard

That voice, whose natural gladness

Has caught from Heaven, like some sweet bird, Its tone of sainted sadness,

Believe not that those uttered words

In the far winds have fleeted,
Like echoes from my own poor chords,
Uncherished, unrepeated.

III.

Within the soul, where Memory shrouds
Whate'er has bloomed and faded,

And consecrates the very clouds
By which her cells are shaded,
Re-echoed from unnoticed strings,
Traced by an unseen finger,
Amid all holy thoughts and things
Those smiles, those words, will linger!

IV.

The present is a narrow cave,

With gloomy walls to bound it;

The future is a pathless wave

With darkness all around it;

But I did fill the shadowy past,

As Life was loitering through it, With many a shape which beams at last, As bright as Boyhood knew it.

V.

Those shapes are viewless to the eye,
But still the heart enjoys them;
And Fancy can their hues supply
As fast as Time destroys them;
Until the past, with all its dreams
Of love, and light, and glory,
Is fairer than the future seems
In fabling Mecca's story.

VI.

And though I weep, as I repair

Some bitter recollection
Of bootless labour, baffled prayer,

Scorned passion, crushed affection,

Yet I would never give away
One tear of such rare sorrow

For all I have of bliss to-day,
Or all I hope to-morrow.

VII.

Lady, if I would e'er renew,

When Care's cold night has bound me,

The brightest morn that ever threw

Jts youthful radiance round me,