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IRISH MELODIES. |
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"Weep on — perhaps in after days,
They'll learn to love your name ; When many a deed may wake in praise
That long hath slept in blame. And when they tread the ruin'd aisle
Where rest, at length, the lord and slave, They '11 wondering ask, how hands so vile
Could conquer hearts so brave?
" 'Twas fate," they'll say, " a wayward fate,
" Your web of discord wove; " And, while your tyrants join'd in hate,
" You never join'd in love. " But hearts fell off that ought to twine,
" And man profan'd what God had given, " Till some were heard to curse the shrine
" Where others knelt to heaven." |
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LESBIA HATH A BEAMING EYE.
Lesbia hath a beaming eye,
But no one knows for whom it beameth ; Right and left its arrows fly,
But what they aim at no one dreameth. Sweeter 'tis to gaze upon
My Nora's lid that seldom rises; Few its looks, but every one,
Like unexpected light, surprises. |
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