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Then think of the friend who once welcomed it too,
OH! doubt me not the season
Is o'er, when Folly made me rove,
Shall watch the fire awaked by Love. Although this heart was early blown,
And fairest hands disturb'd the tree, They only shook some blossoms down, Its fruit has all been kept for thee. Then doubt me doubt--the season
Is o’er, when Folly made me rove, And now the vestal Reason
Shall watch the fire awaked by Love.
And though my lute no longer
May sing of Passion's ardent spell, Yet, trust me, all the stronger
I feel the bliss I do not tell.
The bee through many a garden roves,
And hums his lay of courtship o'er,
Is o'er, when Folly kept me free,
Shall guard the flame awaked by thee.'
YOU REMEMBER ELLEN.*
AIR.Were I a Clerk.
How meekly she bless'd her humble lot,
And love was the light of their lowly cot. Together they toil'd through winds and rains,
Till William at length, in sadness, said, “ We must seek our fortune on other plains ;"
Then, sighing, she left her lowly shed.
* This Ballad was suggested by a well known and interesting Story, told of a certain Noble Family in England.
Nor much was the maiden's heart at ease,
They see a proud castle among the trees. “ To-night," said the youth, “ we'll shelter there ;
“ The wind blows cold, the hour is late :"So, he blew the horn with a chieftain's air, And the Porter bow'd as they pass'd the gate.
III. “Now, welcome, Lady !" exclaim'd the youth,
“ This castle is thine, and these dark woods all. She believed him wild, but his words were truth,
For ELLEN is Lady of Rosna Hall! And dearly the Lord of Rosna loves
What William the stranger woo'd-and wed; And the light of bliss, in these lordly groves,
Is pure as it shone in the lowly shed.
I'D MOURN THE HOPES.
I'd mourn the hopes that leave me,
If thy smiles had left me too;
If thou wert, like them, untrue.
With heart so warm and eyes so bright, No clouds can linger o'er me,
That smile turns them all to light!
'Tis not in fate to harm me,
While fate leaves thy love to me; 'Tis not in joy to charm me,
Unless joy be shared with thee.
Were worth a long, an endless year