III.

Here a long stream of sunny hours,
Where all our path was deck'd with flowers,
Midst smiling friends and lovely bowers
Of innocence and ease.

There a dark cloud hung o'er our head,
With gloomy dulness overspread,
And all our former joys were fled,

Or lost their power to please.

IV.

A word, a name, that once was dear,
But gently whisper'd in the ear,
Altho' before it might appear

Forgotten and unknown,

The magic sound recalls to light,
With uncontrollable delight,
Romantic visions fair and bright

Of days for ever flown.

V.

O memory! let thy soothing power
Still cheer away the lonely hour,
And when the clouds of sorrow lour,

Come kindly thus to me;

And bring before my drooping eye
The happier scenes of days gone by,
And let this thought a balm supply,-
They yet again may be!

THE POET AND THE MUSE.

Poet.

FAREWELL to thee Muse! I have worshipp'd long
At thy beautiful shrine;

I've sought some of the pleasures that to thee belong,
And made them mine;

But alas! thou hast cheated me sadly, and drawn
Sweet pictures of mornings that never may dawn,
Of dreams that reality from me has torn.

Farewell to thee, Muse!

All things have seem'd deck'd with a livelier hue

When thou wert near;

Love has been sweet and friendship too,

And both sincere.

Thou hast led me on with many a wile,

To joy in the sunshine of a smile,

Which was but treacherous all the while.

Farewell to thee, Muse!

I'll seek thee no more in forest or glen,

Sunshine or shade,

But view all things coldly, as other men

Who spurn thine aid;

No more, alas! shall be quaff'd by me

Life's glistening springs of poetry.

No! Earth's weary prose my dull portion must be — Farewell to thee, Muse!

Muse.

Poor child of the earth! dost thou bid me depart,

And leave thee thus ?

Knowest thou not that no mortal art

Can sever us?

I haunt thee at morn in the violet's hue,
I float in the firmament's heavenly blue,
Lie hid in a rose-leaf, or swim in the dew.-
Thou canst not forget.

In the evening I come in a car of gold

With the setting sun ;

Thou 'llt find me when planets and stars untold
Come out one by one.

Thou canst not look coldly as other men
On blossoming flower, or valley or glen,
But must see all things with a poet's ken,
For ever and aye.

Some mortal has stayed the full tide of thy song,
And made thee complain.

Some friend has been false, and the rankling wrong
Has infected thy strain.

Oh! take out the string that is snap'd in thy lyre,
For soon of this bondage thy spirit must tire,
And again thou wilt waken the trembling wire.
Thou canst not forget.

Come forth in the sun, there is joy in its ray;
Come forth and be blest.

All nature around thee invites to be gay,

And thee with the rest.

Come forth! Thou wert meant for a happier lot
Than to sigh for those joys that are granted thee not;
Thou may'st find in thy desert perchance a bright spot
In store for thee yet.

THE SEA IS MERRY ENGLAND'S!

I.

THE sea is merry England's,

And England's shall remain,

While Englishmen have English hearts
Her freedom to maintain;

And our gallant ships, with a noble crew,
As they sail o'er the billowy tide,

Oh! it bears them up bravely, as if it knew
It was nursing a Briton's pride.
So sing we ever boldly

With honest might and main,

The sea is merry England's,

And England's shall remain!

II.

The sea is merry England's,

Oh! where is found the strand
Where Britons may not anchor

With a gallant sailor band?