Oh! heaven is witness I did love, And heaven does know I love thee still, Does know the fruitless sick'ning thrill, When reason's judgment vainly strove To blot thee from my memory; But which might never, never be. Oh! I appeal to that blest day When passion's wildest ecstasy Was coldness to the joys I knew, When every sorrow sunk away. Oh! I had never liv'd before, But now those blisses are no more.

And now I cease to live again,
I do not blame thee love; ah no!
The breast that feels this anguish'd woe
Throbs for thy happiness alone.
Two years of speechless bliss are gone,
I thank thee dearest for the dream.
'Tis night-what faint and distant scream
Comes on the wild and fitful blast?
It moans for pleasures that are past,
It moans for days that are gone by.
Oh! lagging hours how slow you fly!
I see a dark and lengthen'd vale,
The black view closes with the tomb;
But darker is the lowering gloom

That shades the intervening dale.
In visioned slumber for awhile
I seem again to share thy smile,
I seem to hang upon thy tone.
Again you say, "Confide in me,
For I am thine, and thine alone,

At length shall meet its destiny We all are soldiers fit to fight But if we sink in glory's night Our mother Earth will give ye new The brilliant pathway to pursue Which leads to Death or Victory

Though the fiercest of cloud-piercing

tyrants approaches, Thirsting-ay, thirsting for blood; And demands, like mankind, his brother for food;

ON AN ICICLE THAT CLUNG TO THE GRASS OF A

GRAVE I

southerly breezes,

Waft repose to some bosom as faith

its stream,

mortals to see;

vain that I fly:

curse him and die?

daybeam returning, Ineffectual gleams on

covered plain,

When to others the wished-for arrival of

And why should we grieve that a spirit so fair

kindred there?

WHY is it said thou canst not live
In a youthful breast and fair,
Since thou eternal life canst give,

Canst bloom for ever there?
Since withering pain no power possest,
Nor age, to blanch thy vermeil hue,
Nor time's dread victor, death, con-
fess'd,

Though bathed with his paison dew, Still thou retain'st unchanging bloom, Fix'd tranquil, even in the tomb. And oh when on the blest reviving The day-star dawns of love, Each energy of soul surviving More vivid, soars above,

Hast thou ne'er felt a rapturous thrill,

Like June's warm breath, athwart thee fly,

O'er each idea then to steal,

When other passions die?

Felt it in some wild noonday dream,
When sitting by the lonely stream,
Where Silence says, Mine is the dell;
And not a murmur from the plain,
And not an echo from the fell,
Disputes her silent reign.

ON A FÊTE AT CARLTON
HOUSE: FRAGMENT

By the mossy brink,
With me the Prince shall sit and think;
Shall muse in visioned Regency,
Rapt in bright dreams of dawning
Royalty.

TO A STAR

SWEET star, which gleaming o'er the darksome scene

Through fleecy clouds of silvery radiance fliest,

Spanglet of light on evening's shadowy veil,

Which shrouds the day-beam from the waveless lake,

Lighting the hour of sacred love; more

sweet

Than the expiring morn-star's paly fires. Sweet star! When wearied Nature sinks to sleep,

And all is hushed,-all, save the voice of Love,

Whose broken murmurings swell the balmy blast

Of soft Favonius, which at intervals Sighs in the ear of stillness, art thou aught but

Lulling the slaves of interest to repose With that mild, pitying gaze! Oh, I

would look

In thy dear beam till every bond of

sense

Became enamoured

A balm was in the poison of the sting. This agèd sufferer for many a year Had never felt such comfort. She suppressed

shalt be great as they!

Till Power, as envying her this only joy,

William to her breast!

sweet a scope

unhappy boy.

VII

And now cold charity's unwelcome dole

Was insufficient to support the pair; And they would perish rather than would bear

The law's stern slavery, and the insolent stare

With which law loves to rend the

poor man's soul—

The bitter scorn, the spirit-sinking

noise

Of heartless mirth which women,

men, and boys,

Wake in this scene of legal misery.

TO THE REPUBLICANS OF NORTH AMERICA

I

mighty sway,

Whirlwinds sweep and billows roar :