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IRISH MELODIES. 11
AS A BEAM O'ER THE FACE OF THE WATERS MAY GLOW.
As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow, While the tide runs in darkness and coldness below, So the cheek may be ting'd with a warm sunny smile, Though the cold heart to ruin runs darkly the while.
- One fatal remembrance, one sorrow that throws Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes, To which life nothing darker or brighter can bring, For which joy has no balm and affliction no sting—
Oh! this thought in the midst of enjoyment will stay, Like a dead leafless branch in the summer's bright ray; The beams of the warm sun play round it in vain, It may smile in his light, but it blooms not again. |
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THE MEETING OF THE WATERS.*
There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet; j Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
* " The Meeting of the Waters " forms a part of that beautiful scenery which lies between Rathdrum and Arklow, in the county of Wicklow; and these lines were suggested by a visit to this romantic spot, in the summer of the year 1807.
The rivers Avon and Avoca. |
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