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(July 7th, 1836.)
She sent him forth to gather up
(WITH A SMALL CANDLESTICK, A BIRTHDAY PRESENT.)
February 12th, 1838.
Through yon blue ether, I were able
A taper for my Helen's table,
" What then?” she asks me, with a laugh ;
Why then, with all Heaven's lustre glowing,
The light her love o'er mine is throwing !
(July 7th, 1839.) · Dearest, I did not dream, four years ago,
When through your veil I saw your bright tear shine, Caught your clear whisper, exquisitely low,
And felt your soft hand tremble into mine, That in so brief—so very brief a space,
He who in love both clouds and cheers our life,
The darker, sadder duties of the wife, -
For this poor frame, by sickness sore bestead ;
The nightly vigil by the feverish bed.
Yet not unwelcomed doth this morn arise,
Though with more gladsome beams it might have shone: Strength of these weak hands, light of these dim eyes,
In sickness, as in health,-bless you, My own!
GOD SAVE THE QUEEN.
(1839.) That she may see, our bright and fair,
How arduous is her path to fame, How much of solemn thought and care
An empire's interests fitly claim,That she may know how poor 'twould seem
In one who graces Britain's throne To patronise a party's scheme
Or make a favourite's cause her own,That she may feel to whom belong
Alike the contest and the prize, Whence springs the valour of the strong,
Whence flows the counsel of the wise, That she may keep in womanhood
The heaven-born impulses of youth,
The reverence for eternal truth,
That she may shun the false and mean,That she may win all love and trust,
Blessing and blest,—God save the Queen.
SIR HILARY charged at Agincourt;
Sooth, 'twas an awful day!
Had little time to pray,
'Tis said Sir Hilary muttered there Two syllables by way of prayer :
My First to all the brave and proud
Who see to-morrow's sun :
Before to-day's be done :
My First in torrents bleak and black
Was rustling from the sky, When with my second at his back
Young Cupid wandered by ; “Now take me in ; the moon hath past;
I pray ye, take me in !
I'm dripping to the skin 1”.
“I know thee well, thy songs and sighs ;.
A wicked god thou art,
"Most witching to the heart 1"
And shook his drooping wing ;
And dried my Second's string.
And therefore-(so the urchin swore,
And by the shafts his quiver bore,
And by his shining quiver)
In life's tempestuous Heaven ;
In the deep calm of even.
ALAS! for that forgotten day
When chivalry was nourished, When none but friars learned to pray,
And beef and beauty flourished ; And fraud in kings was held accurst,
And falsehood sin was reckoned, And mighty chargers bore my First,
And fat monks wore my Second !
Oh, then I carried sword and shield,
And casque with flaunting feather, And earned my spurs in battlefield,
In winter and rough weather ; And polished many a sonnet up
To ladies' eyes and tresses, And learned to drain my father's cup,
And loose my falcon's jesses.