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To look at orbs that, more bright,
In lone and distant glory burn’d.

But, too far,

Each proud star,
For me to feel its warming flame-

Much more dear

That mild sphere,
Which near our planet smiling came;
Thus, Mary, be but thou my own-

While brighter eyes unheeded play,
I'll love those moon-light looks alone,

Which bless my home and guide my way!


The day had sunk in dim showers,

But midnight now, with lustre meek, Illumined all the pale flowers,

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.”_Waiston'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
Play'd o'er a stream, in dimpling bliss),

66 The moon looks

" On many brooks,
6. The brook can see no moon but this ;*
And thus, I thought, our fortunes run,

For many a lover looks to thee,
While oh! I feel there is but one,

One Mary in the world for me.


AIR.—Kitty of Coleraine; or, Paddy's Resource.

I. 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.'

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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,

6. 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

its meaning), “ That love is scarce worth the repose it will cost !”

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By the hope, within us springing,

Herald of to-morrow's strife;
By that sun, whose light is bringing

Chains or freedom, death or life-
Oh! remember, life can be
No charm for him, who lives not free!

Like the day-star in the wave,
Sinks a hero to his

'Midst the dew-fall of a nation's tears!

Happy is he, o’er whose decline

The smiles of home may soothing shine,
And light him down the steep of years :-

But oh! how grand they sink to rest,
Who close their eyes on Victory's breast!


O'er his watch-fire's fading embers

Now the foeman's cheek turns white,
When his heart that field remembers,

Where we dimm’d his glory's light!
Never let him bind again
A chain, like that we broke from then.

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,
Nor waken even at victory's sound:-

But oh! how bless'd that hero's sleep,
O'er whom a wondering world shall weep!

* “ 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.

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