By the bitter tears that dimm'd mine eye, By these I swear, though the gates of death When I meet with those that look like thee, They are not thee, nor shall their faint charms They are not thee, nor shall plighted faith No-never shall my unspotted truth To thee be stain'd or broken! I'll hold it fast till we meet again, As a rich and holy token Of a love that looks to brighter worlds, THE SONG OF GRIEF. You bid me sing the song you love- I sing of love of parted love— Of death, that nipp'd the buds of youth, And quench'd the pure and glowing fires Of early tenderness and truth. I sing-and lo!—a bitter tear Of deep remembrance gems your cheek; Never again shall that sad song Be heard by thee-my hand and voice I'll sing of hope-immortal hope, That flits not with the fleeting breath; But with an eagle's pinion soars Above the storms of time and death. Then if a smile—a placid smile, Steal o'er thy cheek, be mine the task To keep the pleasing stranger thereNo higher office do I ask. Anonymous REPLY. Ан, yes! again let that sad song Be heard by me; thy hand and voice, With holiest spell, the chords of pain Can sweep then bid my soul rejoice. That song awakens many a thought Yet, friend beloved-heart honour'd-dear For, oh! 'tis bliss to know that one Then, once again, let that sad song Harral. REST, STRANGER, REST! Bird. REST, stranger, rest, the storm is o'er; Tired with their rage the winds are sleeping; The tempest's howl is heard no more, Nor cry of hapless seaman weeping. Swift from the heaven the dark clouds fly, For thee, perchance, hot tears are shed, Or does one loved till death bewail Thy long-lost smile, with aching bosom, And thou hast 'scaped the hideous wave! No more thou dread'st the cold sea-grave, And I may tune my harp to gladness. WAR SONG. Vale of Slaughden. Byron. TAMBOURGI! Tambourgi! † thy 'larum afar Oh! who is more brave than a dark Suliote, In his snowy camese and his shaggy capote? To the wolf and the vulture he leaves his wild flock, Shall the sons of Chimari, who never forgive Let those guns so unerring such vengeance forego? Macedonia sends forth her invincible race; For a time they abandon the cave and the chace : The smaller vessels of the Anglo-Saxons were called kyules. + Drummer. |