Round the flag of freedom rally, Cheerily oh! cheerily oh! Cheerily, cheerily, &c. THE LIGHT HOUSE. The scene was more beautiful far to my eye, Than if day in its pride had array'd it, The land breeze blew mild, and the azure arch'd sky Look'd pure as the Spirit that made it : The murmur rose soft as I silently gaz'd In the shadowy waves' playful motion, From the dim distant hill, 'till the Light-house fire blaz'd Was heard in his wildly breath'd numbers, The fisherman sunk to his slumbers : All hush'd was the billows' commotion, And tho't that the Light-house look'd lovely as hope, That star of life's tremulous ocean. The time is long past, and the scene is afar, Yet when my head rests on its pillow, Will memory sometimes rekindle the star That blaz'd on the breast of the billow : In life's closing hour, when the trembling soul flies, And death stills the heart's last emotion ; O then may the seraph of mercy arise, Like a star on eternity's ocean. LOVE MY MARY. 2d Voice.. Love, my Mary, dwells with thee, On thy cheek his bed I see ; Love can find no roses there; No roses there, no, no. Love can find the best repose, heart his home thou’lt see, 2d Voice..Love, my Mary, ne'er can roam, While he makes that eye his home, 1st Voice.No, the eye with sorrow dim, Ne'er can be a home for him, A home for him, no, no. Love for ever warmest lies ; 2 I KNEW BY THE SMOKE. I Knew by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd Above the green elms, that a cottage was near, And I said, “ If there's peace to be found in the world, “ A heart that was bumble might hope for it here.” 'Twas noon, and on flowers that languish'd around In silence repos'd the voluptuous bee: Every leaf was at rest, and I heard not a sound But the wood-pecker, tapping the hollow beech-tree. And “Here in this lone little wood," 1 exclaim'd, “ With a maid who was lovely to soul, and to eye, " Who would blush when I prais'd her, and weep when I blam'd, “ How blest could I live, and how calm could I die! By the shade of yon sumach, whose red berry dips 6. In the gush of the fountain how sweet to recline, " And to know that I sigh'd upon innocent lips, “ Which had never been sigh'd on, by any but mine!” A SPIRIT THERE IS. A SPIRIT there is, whose fragrant sigh Is burning now through earth and air, Where cheeks are blushing, the spirit is nigh, Where lips are meeting, the spirit is there! His breath is the soul of flowers like these, And his floating eyes--oh! they resemble Blue water-lilies,* when the breeze Is making the stream around them tremble. Hail to thee, hail to thee, kindling power! Spirit of love, spirit of bliss ! And there never was moonlight so sweet as this. By the fair and brave, Who blushing unite, When they meet at night! By the tear that shows When passion is nigh, From the heat of the sky! By the first love-beat Of the youthful heart, And the pain to part ! Ву all that thou hast To mortals given, * The blue lotos, which grows in Cashmere, and in Persia. Which-oh! could it last, This earth were heaven! We call thee hither, entrancing power! Spirit of love! spirit of bliss ! And there never was moonlight so sweet as this. TELL ME NOT OF JOYS ABOVE. Tell me not of joys above, If that world can give no bliss, Which enslaves our souls in this ! Tell me not of Houris' eyes; Wound like some that burn below! Who that feels what love is here, All its falsehood, all its pain, Risk the fatal dream again? Who, that midst a desert's heat away, Streams again as false as they? |