YOUNG ELLEN LORAINE.
When I parted from Erin heart-broken to leave thee,
I dreamt not of falsehood, young Ellen Loraine;
I thought, tho' but woman, thou would'st not deceive me-
Ah! why art thou faithless, young Ellen Loraine!
I loved thee in sorrow, I sought thee in danger.
And dear was the peril, and sweet was the pain
But now is thy look as the look of the stranger;
Ah! why art thou faithless, young Ellen Loraine?
Oh! thou wert the vision that lightened my pillow.
The star of my darkness, young Ellen Loraine;
As the bloom to the rose, as the sun to the billow,
Thou com'st to my slumber, young Ellen Loraine.
Then think of me yet When the false world deceives thee,
And friends of gay fortune look cold on thy wane.
When the sheen of thy cheek, like the summer's night, leaves thee,
Thou'lt think how I loved thee, young Ellen Loraine!
Oh! speak not to me-in those eyes I discover
The wrongs thou hast done me, young Ellen Loraine;
Go, rest in the arms of a happier lover-
Go, lovely, but faithless young Ellen Loraine!
The moments of rapture, the vow and the token,
They thrill in my bottom, and burn in my brain-
Go, false one! and laugh at the heart thou bust brokenGo-lovely, but faithless, young Ellen Loraine!