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IRISH MELODIES. |
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From thee and thy innocent beauty first came
The revealings that taught him true love to adore, To feel the bright presence, and turn him with shame .
From the idols he blindly had knelt to before. O'er the waves of a life, long benighted and wild,
Thou cam'st like a soft golden calm o'er the sea; And if happiness purely and glowingly smil'd
On his ev'ning horizon, the light was from thee.
And tho', sometimes, the shades of past folly might rise,
And tho' falsehood again would allure him to stray, He but turn'd to the glory that dwelt in those eyes,
And the folly, the falsehood, soon vanish'd away. As the Priests of the Sun, when their altar grew dim,
At the day-beam alone could its lustre repair, So, if virtue a moment grew languid in him,
He but flew to that smile, and rekindled it there. |
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REMEMBER THEE.
Remember thee ? yes, while there's life in this heart, It shall never forget thee, all lorn as thou art; More dear in thy sorrow, thy gloom, and thy showers, Than the rest of the world in their sunniest hours.
"Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious, and free, First flower of the earth, and first gem of the sea, I might hail thee with prouder, with happier brow, But oh! could I love thee more deeoly than now ? |
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