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To look at orbs that, more bright,
But, too far,
Each proud star,
Much more dear
That mild sphere,
While brighter eyes unheeded play,
Which bless my home and guide my way!
The day had sunk in dim showers,
But midnight now, with lustre meek,
Like hope, that lights a mourner's cheek.
* « Of such celestial bodies as are visible, the sun excepted, the single moon, as despicable as it is in comparison to most of the others, is much more beneficial than they all put together.”—Whistor's Theory, etc.
In the Entretiens d'Ariste, among other ingenious emblems, we find a starry sky without a moon, with the words Non mille, quod absens.
I said (while
The moon's smile
6. The moon looks
66 On many brooks,
For many a lover looks to thee,
One Mary in the world for me.
Air.-Kitty of Coleraine; or, Paddy's Resource.
1. When daylight was yet sleeping under the billow,
And stars in the heavens still lingering shone, Young Kitty, all blushing, rose up from her pillow,
The last time she e'er was to press it alone.
* This image was suggested by the following thought, which occurs somewhere in Sir William Jones's works : “ The moon looks upon many night-flowers, the night-flower sees but one moon."
For the youth, whom she treasured her heart and her
soul in, Had promised to link the last tie before noon ; And, when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen,
The maiden herself will steal after it soon!
As she look'd in the glass, which a woman ne'er misses,
Nor ever wants time for a sly glance or two, A butterfly, fresh from the night-flower's kisses,
Flew over the mirror, and shaded her view. Enraged with the insect for hiding her graces,
She brush'd him he fell, alas! never to rise- Ah ! such,” said the girl, “ is the pride of our faces,
66 For which the soul's innocence too often dies!"
While she stole through the garden, where heart's-ease
was growing She cull'd some, and kiss'd off its night-fallen dew; And a rose, further on, look'd so tempting and glowing,
That, spite of her haste, she must gather it too; But, while o’er the roses too carelessly leaning,
Her zone flew in two, and the heart's-ease was lost
“Ah! this means," said the girl (and she sigh'd at
BEFORE THE BATTLE.
AIR.—The Fairy Queen.
By the hope, within us springing,
Herald of to-morrow's strife;
Chains or freedom, death or life-
Like the day-star in the wave,
Sinks a hero to his grave,
Happy is he, o'er whose decline
The smiles of home may soothing shine,
But oh! how grand they sink to rest,
Now the foeman's cheek turns white,
Where we dimm'd his glory's light!
Hark! the horn of combat calls
Ere the golden evening falls, May we pledge that horn in triumph round!*
Many a heart, that now beats high,
In slumber cold at night shall lie,
But oh! how bless'd that hero's sleep,
* « The Irish Corna was not entirely devoted to martial purposes. In the heroic ages our ancestors quaffed Meadh out of them, as the Danish hunters do their beverage at this day.” _Walker.