Peace, peace! the Pilgrim as he went

Forgot the Minstrel's song,

But the blessing that his wan lips sent
Will guard the Minstrel long,

And keep his spirit innocent,
And turn his hand from wrong.

Belike the child had little thought

Of the moral the Minstrel drew;

But the dream of a deed of kindness wroughtBrings it not peace to you?

And doth not a lesson of virtue taught

Teach him that teaches too?

And if the Lady sighed no sigh

For the Minstrel or his hymn,

Yet when he shall lie 'neath the moonlit sky

Or lip the goblet's brim,

What a star in the mist of memory

That smile will be to him!

(1831.)

MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.

VOL. I.-21

STANZAS

WRITTEN IN THE FIRST LEAF OF LILLIAN.

TALK not to me of learned dust,

Of reasoning and renown,

Of withering wreath and crumbling bust,

Torn book and tattered gown;

Oh, Wisdom lives in Folly's ring,

And beards, thank Heaven, are not the thing!

Then let me live a long romance,

And learn to trifle well;

And write my motto, "Vive la danse,"

And "Vive la bagatelle!"

And give all honour, as is fit,

To sparkling eyes, and sparkling wit.

And let me deem, when Sophs condemn
And Seniors burn my lays,

That some bright eyes will smile on them,
And some kind hearts will praise;

And thus my little book shall be
A mine of pleasant thoughts to me.

And we, perchance, may meet no more;
For other accents sound