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Too bright, too bold, too high, too gay,
For spirits like mine to dare ! 'Tis like the returning bloom
Of those days, alas! gone by, When I loved each hour, I scarce knew wliom,
And was bless'd—I scarce knew why.
Ay, those were days when life had wings,
And flew-oh, flew so wild a height, That, like the lark which suņward springs,
'Twas giddy with too much light; And, though of some plumes bereft,
With that sun, too, nearly set,
For a few gay soarings yet.
BRIGHT BE THY DREAMS !
Those by death or seas removed, Friends, who in thy spring-time knew thee,
All thou'st ever prized or loved, In dreams come smiling to thee!
There may the child, whose love lay deepest, Dearest of all, come while thou sleepest ;
Still the same--no charm forgotNothing lost that life had given ;
Or, if changed, but changed to what Thou'lt find her yet in Heaven!
GO, THEN—'TIS VAIN.
Thus round a hope that's dead-
'Twas sweet-'twas false—'tis fled ! Farewell! since nought it moves thee,
Such truth as mine to see,
Some one, who far less loves thee,
Perhaps more bless'd will be.
New life around me shed !
those charms surrender
May be more bless'd than I.
THE CRYSTAL HUNTERS.
I. O'er mountains bright with snow and light,
We Crystal Hunters speed along,
Each instant echo to our song;
O'er mountains bright with snow and light,
We Crystal Hunters speed along, While grots and caves, and icy waves,
Each instant echo to our song.
Of sparkles from his lady's eyes,
That tell where deep the crystal lies ; Though, next to crystal, we too grant That ladies' eyes may most enchant.
O’er mountains, etc.
The golden sunset leaves its ray,
We thither bend our headlong way; And, though we find no treasure there, We bless the rose that shines so fair.
O'er mountains, etc.
ROW GENTLY HERE.
I. Row gently here, any gondolier; so softly wake the tide, That not an ear on earth may hear, but hers to whom
we glide. Had Heaven but tongues to speak, as well as starry eyes
Oh! think what tales 'twould have to tell of wand'ring
youths like me!
Now rest thee here, my gondolier; hush, hush, for up
To climb yon light balcony's height, while thou keep’st
watch below. Ah! did we take for Heaven above but half such pains
Take day and night for woman's love, what Angels we