And dream, while the chill sea-foam In mockery dashes o'er thee, Of the cheerful hearth, and the quiet home, And the kiss of her that bore thee. III. Watch in the deepest cell Of the foeman's dungeon tower, Till hope's most cherished spell Has lost its cheering power; And sing, while the galling chain Of the huntsman hurrying o'er the plain, Of the breath of the mountain breezes. IV. Talk of the minstrel's lute, The warrior's high endeavour, When the honied lips are mute, And the strong arm crushed for ever: Look back to the summer sun, From the mist of dark December; Then say to the broken-hearted one, ""Tis pleasant to remember!" TELL HIM I LOVE HIM YET. TELL him, I love him yet, Ah, in that joyous time! Tell him, I ne'er forget, Though memory now be crime. Tell him, when fades the light I dream of him by night— Green, green upon his brow The laurel wreath shall be Although that laurel now Must not be shared with me! Tell him to smile again In pleasure's dazzling throng, To wear another's chain, To praise another's song! Before the loveliest there, I'd have him bend the knee, And breathe to her the prayer He used to breathe to me! Tell him, that day by day, Life looks to me more dim I falter when I pray Although I pray for him. And bid him when I die, Come to our fav'rite tree I shall not hear him sigh— -Nor let him sigh for me! I REMEMBER HOW MY CHILDHOOD FLEETED. I remember, I remember, How my childhood fleeted by— The mirth of its December, And the warmth of its July; On my brow, love, on my brow, love, Then the bowers, then the bowers, And all their radiant flowers Were coronals for me: Gems to-night, love, gems to-night, love, I was merry, I was merry, When my little lovers came With a lily, or a cherry, Or a new invented game : Now I've you, love, now I've you, love, But you know you're not so true, love, |