I loved thee in my happy youth,When I was free from guile,And I have kept that early truth,And wear as fond a smile:I've look'd to thee, through every stormThat lower'd upon my way,Thou say'st my fair and fairy formHath made thy rainbow's ray.I loved thee in that early time,Life's best and brightest years;I gave thee in thy manhood's prime,My changing smiles and tears:And now when evening shades come o'erThe length'ning path of life,And we must think of love no more,I am thy faithful wife.
I loved thee in my happy youth,When I was free from guile,And I have kept that early truth,And wear as fond a smile:I've look'd to thee, through every stormThat lower'd upon my way,Thou say'st my fair and fairy formHath made thy rainbow's ray.
I loved thee in my happy youth,
When I was free from guile,
And I have kept that early truth,
And wear as fond a smile:
I've look'd to thee, through every storm
That lower'd upon my way,
Thou say'st my fair and fairy form
Hath made thy rainbow's ray.
I loved thee in that early time,Life's best and brightest years;I gave thee in thy manhood's prime,My changing smiles and tears:And now when evening shades come o'erThe length'ning path of life,And we must think of love no more,I am thy faithful wife.
I loved thee in that early time,
Life's best and brightest years;
I gave thee in thy manhood's prime,
My changing smiles and tears:
And now when evening shades come o'er
The length'ning path of life,
And we must think of love no more,
I am thy faithful wife.
O freedom's home! thy banner streams,A meteor on the gale;And I behold the haughty flagsOf Europe fade and pale.And, crowding on the surging sea,They cleave the billows bright;They come to rest beneath its folds,Attracted by its light.O freedom's home! forevermoreWe'll join our hearts and hands,To make thee bright with peaceful wealth,The gem of richest strands:But, if a tyrant e'er should threat,This Eden of the free,Dear home of freedom, we will bleed,And yield our life for thee.
O freedom's home! thy banner streams,A meteor on the gale;And I behold the haughty flagsOf Europe fade and pale.And, crowding on the surging sea,They cleave the billows bright;They come to rest beneath its folds,Attracted by its light.
O freedom's home! thy banner streams,
A meteor on the gale;
And I behold the haughty flags
Of Europe fade and pale.
And, crowding on the surging sea,
They cleave the billows bright;
They come to rest beneath its folds,
Attracted by its light.
O freedom's home! forevermoreWe'll join our hearts and hands,To make thee bright with peaceful wealth,The gem of richest strands:But, if a tyrant e'er should threat,This Eden of the free,Dear home of freedom, we will bleed,And yield our life for thee.
O freedom's home! forevermore
We'll join our hearts and hands,
To make thee bright with peaceful wealth,
The gem of richest strands:
But, if a tyrant e'er should threat,
This Eden of the free,
Dear home of freedom, we will bleed,
And yield our life for thee.
Native Mountains! on your summits,Stream the gleaming floods of day,While a thousand silver cascades,Leap within the early ray;There amid your flowery valleys,Stands the cot of her I love;Clamb'ring o'er your rocky summits,I behold it from above.Native Mountains! how my bosomSwells with happiness and pride,When I gaze upon ye soaringO'er your vales so green and wide.All my wishes, all my pleasures,Still are closely, sweetly bound,To ye, lofty native Mountains,With your valleys blooming round.
Native Mountains! on your summits,Stream the gleaming floods of day,While a thousand silver cascades,Leap within the early ray;There amid your flowery valleys,Stands the cot of her I love;Clamb'ring o'er your rocky summits,I behold it from above.
Native Mountains! on your summits,
Stream the gleaming floods of day,
While a thousand silver cascades,
Leap within the early ray;
There amid your flowery valleys,
Stands the cot of her I love;
Clamb'ring o'er your rocky summits,
I behold it from above.
Native Mountains! how my bosomSwells with happiness and pride,When I gaze upon ye soaringO'er your vales so green and wide.All my wishes, all my pleasures,Still are closely, sweetly bound,To ye, lofty native Mountains,With your valleys blooming round.
Native Mountains! how my bosom
Swells with happiness and pride,
When I gaze upon ye soaring
O'er your vales so green and wide.
All my wishes, all my pleasures,
Still are closely, sweetly bound,
To ye, lofty native Mountains,
With your valleys blooming round.
The train is coming, coming,It whistles, don't you hear?I saw the smoking engine,And soon they will be here.The train is coming, coming,It is already here,I think that handsome Willie,I'm sure, he'll soon appear.I've waited long to see him,And thought the train was slow;But now I see it stopping,And Willie's come, I know.I got, on Sunday morning,The sweetest billet-doux,It had a white envelope,And his initials, too.I read it, then I started,To hear the sermon through,But I could not hear the sermon,For all that I could do.For it said that he was coming,Without mistake to-day,That he was growing wearyOf things and folks away.But list! the bell is ringing,And here is Willie's card;I'll meet him in the parlor,For I am quite prepar'd,To answer any questionsThat Willie now may ask,And then to serve and love him,Will be my daily task.
The train is coming, coming,It whistles, don't you hear?I saw the smoking engine,And soon they will be here.The train is coming, coming,It is already here,I think that handsome Willie,I'm sure, he'll soon appear.
The train is coming, coming,
It whistles, don't you hear?
I saw the smoking engine,
And soon they will be here.
The train is coming, coming,
It is already here,
I think that handsome Willie,
I'm sure, he'll soon appear.
I've waited long to see him,And thought the train was slow;But now I see it stopping,And Willie's come, I know.I got, on Sunday morning,The sweetest billet-doux,It had a white envelope,And his initials, too.
I've waited long to see him,
And thought the train was slow;
But now I see it stopping,
And Willie's come, I know.
I got, on Sunday morning,
The sweetest billet-doux,
It had a white envelope,
And his initials, too.
I read it, then I started,To hear the sermon through,But I could not hear the sermon,For all that I could do.For it said that he was coming,Without mistake to-day,That he was growing wearyOf things and folks away.
I read it, then I started,
To hear the sermon through,
But I could not hear the sermon,
For all that I could do.
For it said that he was coming,
Without mistake to-day,
That he was growing weary
Of things and folks away.
But list! the bell is ringing,And here is Willie's card;I'll meet him in the parlor,For I am quite prepar'd,To answer any questionsThat Willie now may ask,And then to serve and love him,Will be my daily task.
But list! the bell is ringing,
And here is Willie's card;
I'll meet him in the parlor,
For I am quite prepar'd,
To answer any questions
That Willie now may ask,
And then to serve and love him,
Will be my daily task.
Far hath lovely Fanny flown,O'er the mountains, o'er the sea;All our peace with her hath gone,We are wed to misery.As the rainbow fades away,As the short-lived spring departs,Shone she brightly o'er our way,Fled from our repining hearts.Yet the rainbow will return,And the Spring will come once more;But the fair whose flight we mourn,Walks on Death's Elysian shore.
Far hath lovely Fanny flown,O'er the mountains, o'er the sea;All our peace with her hath gone,We are wed to misery.
Far hath lovely Fanny flown,
O'er the mountains, o'er the sea;
All our peace with her hath gone,
We are wed to misery.
As the rainbow fades away,As the short-lived spring departs,Shone she brightly o'er our way,Fled from our repining hearts.
As the rainbow fades away,
As the short-lived spring departs,
Shone she brightly o'er our way,
Fled from our repining hearts.
Yet the rainbow will return,And the Spring will come once more;But the fair whose flight we mourn,Walks on Death's Elysian shore.
Yet the rainbow will return,
And the Spring will come once more;
But the fair whose flight we mourn,
Walks on Death's Elysian shore.
My heart is newly gushing,With love for thee, with love for thee,With thoughts as wild and wasteful,As yonder sea, as yonder sea.Oh yes! my soul is wretchedWith longing pain, with longing pain,It gives a ceaseless moaning,Like yonder main, like yonder main.Thy strange and matchless beauty,Is like the sea, is like the sea;Thy face in love or anger,Is sweet to me, is sweet to me.Thy maiden soul is preciousAs yonder deep, as yonder deep,Within its glassy clearness,Bright jewels sleep, bright jewels sleep.Thy sinless mind resemblesYon deep, blue sea, yon deep, blue sea;The glorious things of heavenAre seen in thee, are seen in thee.Oh main! as some poor sailorIs lost in thee, is lost in thee,My soul is lost in sighing,No hope for me, no hope for me.
My heart is newly gushing,With love for thee, with love for thee,With thoughts as wild and wasteful,As yonder sea, as yonder sea.
My heart is newly gushing,
With love for thee, with love for thee,
With thoughts as wild and wasteful,
As yonder sea, as yonder sea.
Oh yes! my soul is wretchedWith longing pain, with longing pain,It gives a ceaseless moaning,Like yonder main, like yonder main.
Oh yes! my soul is wretched
With longing pain, with longing pain,
It gives a ceaseless moaning,
Like yonder main, like yonder main.
Thy strange and matchless beauty,Is like the sea, is like the sea;Thy face in love or anger,Is sweet to me, is sweet to me.
Thy strange and matchless beauty,
Is like the sea, is like the sea;
Thy face in love or anger,
Is sweet to me, is sweet to me.
Thy maiden soul is preciousAs yonder deep, as yonder deep,Within its glassy clearness,Bright jewels sleep, bright jewels sleep.
Thy maiden soul is precious
As yonder deep, as yonder deep,
Within its glassy clearness,
Bright jewels sleep, bright jewels sleep.
Thy sinless mind resemblesYon deep, blue sea, yon deep, blue sea;The glorious things of heavenAre seen in thee, are seen in thee.
Thy sinless mind resembles
Yon deep, blue sea, yon deep, blue sea;
The glorious things of heaven
Are seen in thee, are seen in thee.
Oh main! as some poor sailorIs lost in thee, is lost in thee,My soul is lost in sighing,No hope for me, no hope for me.
Oh main! as some poor sailor
Is lost in thee, is lost in thee,
My soul is lost in sighing,
No hope for me, no hope for me.
We meet with smiles, we part in tears;This is our earthly lot,We cannot find a place on earth,Where friends have parted not.And oh! it is the saddest thought,That we no more may meet,That we may see their face no more,Whose friendship was so sweet.We meet with smiles, we part in tears,But Mem'ry long will bring,Their image in our waking thoughts,A blest and sacred thing:And we shall pause amid the crowds,Where we are strangers now;And deeply think of what has been,Till grief will shade our brow.Till grief will shade our aching brow,And tears will freely flow,Till we shall weep, as we have wept,O'er friends now sleeping low;For, who may tell, if e'er again,Those friends shall meet our gaze;Who've wander'd forth from all our love,Where Death's dark angel strays?
We meet with smiles, we part in tears;This is our earthly lot,We cannot find a place on earth,Where friends have parted not.And oh! it is the saddest thought,That we no more may meet,That we may see their face no more,Whose friendship was so sweet.
We meet with smiles, we part in tears;
This is our earthly lot,
We cannot find a place on earth,
Where friends have parted not.
And oh! it is the saddest thought,
That we no more may meet,
That we may see their face no more,
Whose friendship was so sweet.
We meet with smiles, we part in tears,But Mem'ry long will bring,Their image in our waking thoughts,A blest and sacred thing:And we shall pause amid the crowds,Where we are strangers now;And deeply think of what has been,Till grief will shade our brow.
We meet with smiles, we part in tears,
But Mem'ry long will bring,
Their image in our waking thoughts,
A blest and sacred thing:
And we shall pause amid the crowds,
Where we are strangers now;
And deeply think of what has been,
Till grief will shade our brow.
Till grief will shade our aching brow,And tears will freely flow,Till we shall weep, as we have wept,O'er friends now sleeping low;For, who may tell, if e'er again,Those friends shall meet our gaze;Who've wander'd forth from all our love,Where Death's dark angel strays?
Till grief will shade our aching brow,
And tears will freely flow,
Till we shall weep, as we have wept,
O'er friends now sleeping low;
For, who may tell, if e'er again,
Those friends shall meet our gaze;
Who've wander'd forth from all our love,
Where Death's dark angel strays?
To mountains hoar and russet plain,A joyous sprite, I come again;With many a sweet and joyous strain,And break grim winter's icy chain.From yon blue chambers far above,On brilliant wings, I lightly move;I come, and lead the cooing dove,And all the choir that fill the grove.To leafy wild, and city's hum,The queen of joy, I come, I come;The little rills no more are dumb;But hail me, as I come, I come.With breath that glads both land and main,I come again, I come again!On hillside, bank, and level plain,The flowers appear, in beauteous train.To blooming land and azure main,Each year I duly come again;A stranger from yon heavenly plainOf light and bliss; as poets feign.
To mountains hoar and russet plain,A joyous sprite, I come again;With many a sweet and joyous strain,And break grim winter's icy chain.
To mountains hoar and russet plain,
A joyous sprite, I come again;
With many a sweet and joyous strain,
And break grim winter's icy chain.
From yon blue chambers far above,On brilliant wings, I lightly move;I come, and lead the cooing dove,And all the choir that fill the grove.
From yon blue chambers far above,
On brilliant wings, I lightly move;
I come, and lead the cooing dove,
And all the choir that fill the grove.
To leafy wild, and city's hum,The queen of joy, I come, I come;The little rills no more are dumb;But hail me, as I come, I come.
To leafy wild, and city's hum,
The queen of joy, I come, I come;
The little rills no more are dumb;
But hail me, as I come, I come.
With breath that glads both land and main,I come again, I come again!On hillside, bank, and level plain,The flowers appear, in beauteous train.
With breath that glads both land and main,
I come again, I come again!
On hillside, bank, and level plain,
The flowers appear, in beauteous train.
To blooming land and azure main,Each year I duly come again;A stranger from yon heavenly plainOf light and bliss; as poets feign.
To blooming land and azure main,
Each year I duly come again;
A stranger from yon heavenly plain
Of light and bliss; as poets feign.
O harp, with whom my childhood played,Within that verdant dell,O'erbower'd by boughs of grateful shade,I go—Farewell! farewell!If I have durst to raise thy toneTo sing a theme too high,Thou, thou must bear the sin alone,O harp, not I, not I.For, thou had'st witch'd me with a loveWhere reason had no part;I felt that thou would'st e'en approve,And fondly heard my heart.The song hath ended. Silence fallsRound the enchanted dell;Awhile I heed no more thy calls,Sweet harp! farewell! farewell!
O harp, with whom my childhood played,Within that verdant dell,O'erbower'd by boughs of grateful shade,I go—Farewell! farewell!
O harp, with whom my childhood played,
Within that verdant dell,
O'erbower'd by boughs of grateful shade,
I go—Farewell! farewell!
If I have durst to raise thy toneTo sing a theme too high,Thou, thou must bear the sin alone,O harp, not I, not I.
If I have durst to raise thy tone
To sing a theme too high,
Thou, thou must bear the sin alone,
O harp, not I, not I.
For, thou had'st witch'd me with a loveWhere reason had no part;I felt that thou would'st e'en approve,And fondly heard my heart.
For, thou had'st witch'd me with a love
Where reason had no part;
I felt that thou would'st e'en approve,
And fondly heard my heart.
The song hath ended. Silence fallsRound the enchanted dell;Awhile I heed no more thy calls,Sweet harp! farewell! farewell!
The song hath ended. Silence falls
Round the enchanted dell;
Awhile I heed no more thy calls,
Sweet harp! farewell! farewell!
You ask why I am lonely now,In all this brilliant scene,And why I look on beauty's charms,With cold, unalter'd mien.You say that, many a loving heart,Would joy to be my own,That none of all the human race,Should ever live alone.I'll tell you why I'm lonely now,If grief will let me speak,And why I glance on woman's charmsWith cold, unalter'd cheek.'Twas in my boyhood's happy days,I loved a blue-eyed maid;The light of heaven o'er that young cheek,In changeful feeling stray'd!I loved her with a love as true,As ever dwelt on earth;Oh sure my worship was too deep,Even at that shrine of worth.She loved me not, that knowledge fell,Upon me like a blight;Ah me! I am too fondly weak?Is this a teardrop bright?You asked why I am lonely now,And I the tale have told:And I shall yet be lonely, tillThe grave my heart shall hold.
You ask why I am lonely now,In all this brilliant scene,And why I look on beauty's charms,With cold, unalter'd mien.
You ask why I am lonely now,
In all this brilliant scene,
And why I look on beauty's charms,
With cold, unalter'd mien.
You say that, many a loving heart,Would joy to be my own,That none of all the human race,Should ever live alone.
You say that, many a loving heart,
Would joy to be my own,
That none of all the human race,
Should ever live alone.
I'll tell you why I'm lonely now,If grief will let me speak,And why I glance on woman's charmsWith cold, unalter'd cheek.
I'll tell you why I'm lonely now,
If grief will let me speak,
And why I glance on woman's charms
With cold, unalter'd cheek.
'Twas in my boyhood's happy days,I loved a blue-eyed maid;The light of heaven o'er that young cheek,In changeful feeling stray'd!
'Twas in my boyhood's happy days,
I loved a blue-eyed maid;
The light of heaven o'er that young cheek,
In changeful feeling stray'd!
I loved her with a love as true,As ever dwelt on earth;Oh sure my worship was too deep,Even at that shrine of worth.
I loved her with a love as true,
As ever dwelt on earth;
Oh sure my worship was too deep,
Even at that shrine of worth.
She loved me not, that knowledge fell,Upon me like a blight;Ah me! I am too fondly weak?Is this a teardrop bright?
She loved me not, that knowledge fell,
Upon me like a blight;
Ah me! I am too fondly weak?
Is this a teardrop bright?
You asked why I am lonely now,And I the tale have told:And I shall yet be lonely, tillThe grave my heart shall hold.
You asked why I am lonely now,
And I the tale have told:
And I shall yet be lonely, till
The grave my heart shall hold.
Old homestead! old homestead! what feelings arise!As now the old homestead greets kindly our eyes;Old homestead, where oft we were merry or sad;Each day as it fled, still some witchery had.The homestead! how dear is its old, friendly look,Its dun rolling hills, and its slow running brook;Its time-worn, old gables, and cornice so plain,Its roof that grew mossy from shadow and rain.Old homestead! some dwelt with us, loved with us here;Some smiled at our smile, and they wept at our tear:Of those some have gone to a far distant land;And some—where yon cedars like pale mourners stand.Oh! memories most thrilling, most holy, most dear,Still cluster around thee, old homestead, fore'er;Thou hast a deep magic that never can die,'Till 'neath the green valley, we endlessly lie.
Old homestead! old homestead! what feelings arise!As now the old homestead greets kindly our eyes;Old homestead, where oft we were merry or sad;Each day as it fled, still some witchery had.
Old homestead! old homestead! what feelings arise!
As now the old homestead greets kindly our eyes;
Old homestead, where oft we were merry or sad;
Each day as it fled, still some witchery had.
The homestead! how dear is its old, friendly look,Its dun rolling hills, and its slow running brook;Its time-worn, old gables, and cornice so plain,Its roof that grew mossy from shadow and rain.
The homestead! how dear is its old, friendly look,
Its dun rolling hills, and its slow running brook;
Its time-worn, old gables, and cornice so plain,
Its roof that grew mossy from shadow and rain.
Old homestead! some dwelt with us, loved with us here;Some smiled at our smile, and they wept at our tear:Of those some have gone to a far distant land;And some—where yon cedars like pale mourners stand.
Old homestead! some dwelt with us, loved with us here;
Some smiled at our smile, and they wept at our tear:
Of those some have gone to a far distant land;
And some—where yon cedars like pale mourners stand.
Oh! memories most thrilling, most holy, most dear,Still cluster around thee, old homestead, fore'er;Thou hast a deep magic that never can die,'Till 'neath the green valley, we endlessly lie.
Oh! memories most thrilling, most holy, most dear,
Still cluster around thee, old homestead, fore'er;
Thou hast a deep magic that never can die,
'Till 'neath the green valley, we endlessly lie.
I love thee, oh! I love thee,As the sweet bee loves the flower,As the swallow loves the summer,As the humming bird the bower;As the petrel loves the ocean,As the nightingale the night;I love, I love thee, dearest!Thou being good and bright.I love thee, oh! I love thee,There's nothing on this earth,Can feel a deeper fondness,A flame of purer worth;The eagle loves its offspring,Most faithful is the dove;But thou! thy smallest ringlet,Has more from me than love.
I love thee, oh! I love thee,As the sweet bee loves the flower,As the swallow loves the summer,As the humming bird the bower;As the petrel loves the ocean,As the nightingale the night;I love, I love thee, dearest!Thou being good and bright.
I love thee, oh! I love thee,
As the sweet bee loves the flower,
As the swallow loves the summer,
As the humming bird the bower;
As the petrel loves the ocean,
As the nightingale the night;
I love, I love thee, dearest!
Thou being good and bright.
I love thee, oh! I love thee,There's nothing on this earth,Can feel a deeper fondness,A flame of purer worth;The eagle loves its offspring,Most faithful is the dove;But thou! thy smallest ringlet,Has more from me than love.
I love thee, oh! I love thee,
There's nothing on this earth,
Can feel a deeper fondness,
A flame of purer worth;
The eagle loves its offspring,
Most faithful is the dove;
But thou! thy smallest ringlet,
Has more from me than love.
A gentle maid, a dove-like soul,An eye that knows no ill;I met her from her rural walk,Upon yon grassy hill.Her apron filled with early flowers,And some were lightly boundInto a wreath that sweetly layHer snowy temples round.And as I met her on that hill,At twilight's magic hour,My spirit felt her lovelinessAnd own'd her magic power.And since our meeting on that hill,I still have fondly thought,Of what a store of pleasant dreams,That eve to me hath brought.
A gentle maid, a dove-like soul,An eye that knows no ill;I met her from her rural walk,Upon yon grassy hill.
A gentle maid, a dove-like soul,
An eye that knows no ill;
I met her from her rural walk,
Upon yon grassy hill.
Her apron filled with early flowers,And some were lightly boundInto a wreath that sweetly layHer snowy temples round.
Her apron filled with early flowers,
And some were lightly bound
Into a wreath that sweetly lay
Her snowy temples round.
And as I met her on that hill,At twilight's magic hour,My spirit felt her lovelinessAnd own'd her magic power.
And as I met her on that hill,
At twilight's magic hour,
My spirit felt her loveliness
And own'd her magic power.
And since our meeting on that hill,I still have fondly thought,Of what a store of pleasant dreams,That eve to me hath brought.
And since our meeting on that hill,
I still have fondly thought,
Of what a store of pleasant dreams,
That eve to me hath brought.
Since Fate's tyrannical decree,Sweet friend, dissevers you and me,Now memory shall vanquish fate,And yield the bliss we knew so late.Yes, she a mournful devotee,From scenes of busy strife shall flee;To kneel beneath that cherish'd shrine,Whose every offering is thine.Oh! sometimes in the lonely hour,My heart shall own a deeper power,And tears shall tell, upon my cheek,The grief that words could never speak.
Since Fate's tyrannical decree,Sweet friend, dissevers you and me,Now memory shall vanquish fate,And yield the bliss we knew so late.
Since Fate's tyrannical decree,
Sweet friend, dissevers you and me,
Now memory shall vanquish fate,
And yield the bliss we knew so late.
Yes, she a mournful devotee,From scenes of busy strife shall flee;To kneel beneath that cherish'd shrine,Whose every offering is thine.
Yes, she a mournful devotee,
From scenes of busy strife shall flee;
To kneel beneath that cherish'd shrine,
Whose every offering is thine.
Oh! sometimes in the lonely hour,My heart shall own a deeper power,And tears shall tell, upon my cheek,The grief that words could never speak.
Oh! sometimes in the lonely hour,
My heart shall own a deeper power,
And tears shall tell, upon my cheek,
The grief that words could never speak.
Oh blue-eyed Ella's face is fair,And beautiful her braided hair,As fair the feelings that do speakUpon her pure and placid cheek.Oh! blue-eyed Ella's heart is kindWith warm desires by Heav'n refin'd;Amid this world of crime and ill,She walks serene and sinless still.Oh! blue-eyed Ella! keep for me,A thought from scorn and coldness free;I fain would ask, I fain would findA memory in so blest a mind.
Oh blue-eyed Ella's face is fair,And beautiful her braided hair,As fair the feelings that do speakUpon her pure and placid cheek.
Oh blue-eyed Ella's face is fair,
And beautiful her braided hair,
As fair the feelings that do speak
Upon her pure and placid cheek.
Oh! blue-eyed Ella's heart is kindWith warm desires by Heav'n refin'd;Amid this world of crime and ill,She walks serene and sinless still.
Oh! blue-eyed Ella's heart is kind
With warm desires by Heav'n refin'd;
Amid this world of crime and ill,
She walks serene and sinless still.
Oh! blue-eyed Ella! keep for me,A thought from scorn and coldness free;I fain would ask, I fain would findA memory in so blest a mind.
Oh! blue-eyed Ella! keep for me,
A thought from scorn and coldness free;
I fain would ask, I fain would find
A memory in so blest a mind.
Far hath beauteous Fanny flown,And sad Nature's drooping eye,Now declares her pleasure gone,Newly weeping from the sky.Yet, when she shall seek again,Mildest maid! these haunts she loved,In that hour, will Nature's pain,(Caus'd by her) be all remov'd.Here sad Nature shall regainIncrease of the joy she proved,Ere you fled the flowery plain.
Far hath beauteous Fanny flown,And sad Nature's drooping eye,Now declares her pleasure gone,Newly weeping from the sky.Yet, when she shall seek again,Mildest maid! these haunts she loved,In that hour, will Nature's pain,(Caus'd by her) be all remov'd.Here sad Nature shall regainIncrease of the joy she proved,Ere you fled the flowery plain.
Far hath beauteous Fanny flown,
And sad Nature's drooping eye,
Now declares her pleasure gone,
Newly weeping from the sky.
Yet, when she shall seek again,
Mildest maid! these haunts she loved,
In that hour, will Nature's pain,
(Caus'd by her) be all remov'd.
Here sad Nature shall regain
Increase of the joy she proved,
Ere you fled the flowery plain.
Dear maid, with whom I, happy, wander'd back,To roam o'er that now sacred, hallow'd ground,Where Smith who trod old ocean's stormy track,The noble state of chivalry did found.Delightful hours thou mad'st them all, when IWent musing there with thee, my spirit guide,I saw the chieftain with his eagle eye,And all his val'rous comrades, by his side.I saw the doubtful scene; the hard assay,The daring crown'd with victory at last;I saw the ancient forest fall away,I saw the little empire spreading fast.And, on through other realms in charmed life,I follow'd, by thy silver accents led,So sweet, the summer air with bliss seem'd rife,And harping angels hover'd o'er my head.But yet—farewell! with sadden'd, sinking heart,I turn from all the joys I late have known,Where from the rushing crowd I oft shall start,To find myself dejected and alone.Yet, sometimes thou return, and with those eyesBright as an angel's, look on me again,So I shall feel the wonted raptures rise,And I shall lose the deaden'd sense of pain!
Dear maid, with whom I, happy, wander'd back,To roam o'er that now sacred, hallow'd ground,Where Smith who trod old ocean's stormy track,The noble state of chivalry did found.
Dear maid, with whom I, happy, wander'd back,
To roam o'er that now sacred, hallow'd ground,
Where Smith who trod old ocean's stormy track,
The noble state of chivalry did found.
Delightful hours thou mad'st them all, when IWent musing there with thee, my spirit guide,I saw the chieftain with his eagle eye,And all his val'rous comrades, by his side.
Delightful hours thou mad'st them all, when I
Went musing there with thee, my spirit guide,
I saw the chieftain with his eagle eye,
And all his val'rous comrades, by his side.
I saw the doubtful scene; the hard assay,The daring crown'd with victory at last;I saw the ancient forest fall away,I saw the little empire spreading fast.
I saw the doubtful scene; the hard assay,
The daring crown'd with victory at last;
I saw the ancient forest fall away,
I saw the little empire spreading fast.
And, on through other realms in charmed life,I follow'd, by thy silver accents led,So sweet, the summer air with bliss seem'd rife,And harping angels hover'd o'er my head.
And, on through other realms in charmed life,
I follow'd, by thy silver accents led,
So sweet, the summer air with bliss seem'd rife,
And harping angels hover'd o'er my head.
But yet—farewell! with sadden'd, sinking heart,I turn from all the joys I late have known,Where from the rushing crowd I oft shall start,To find myself dejected and alone.
But yet—farewell! with sadden'd, sinking heart,
I turn from all the joys I late have known,
Where from the rushing crowd I oft shall start,
To find myself dejected and alone.
Yet, sometimes thou return, and with those eyesBright as an angel's, look on me again,So I shall feel the wonted raptures rise,And I shall lose the deaden'd sense of pain!
Yet, sometimes thou return, and with those eyes
Bright as an angel's, look on me again,
So I shall feel the wonted raptures rise,
And I shall lose the deaden'd sense of pain!
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