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HYLAND'S MAMMOTH |
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THE OEIGIN OF THE HAEP.
iTis believed that this Harp, which I wake now for thee. Was a Siren of old, who sung under the sea; And who often, at eve, through the bright waters roved, To meet on the green shore a youth whom she loved. But she loved him In vain, for he left her to weep, 'And in tears, all the night, her gold tresses to steep, Till Heaven looked with pity on true love so warm, And changed to this soft Harp the sea-maiden's form. Still her bosom rose fair—still her cheeks smiled the same— While her sea-beauties gracefully formed the light frame; And her hair, as, iet loose, o'er her white arm it fell, Was changed to bright chords, uttering melody's spell. Hence It came, that this soft Harp so long hath been known To mingle Love's language with Sorrow's sad tone; Till thou didst divide them, and teach the fond lay To speak love when I'm near thee, and grief when away I |
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THE YOUNG EOSE. •
The young rose which I gave thee, so dewy and bright, Was the flow'ret most dear to the sweet bird of night, Who oft by the moonlight o'er her blushes hath hung, And thrilled every leaf with the wild lay he sung. Oh, take thou this young rose, and let her life be Prolonged by the breath she will borrow from thee; For whlie o'er her bosom thy soft notes shall thrill, She'll think the sweet night-bird is courting her stiil. |
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TO LADIES' EYES.
To ladles' eyes a round, boy,
We can't refuse, we can't refuse. Though bright eyes so abound, boy,
'Tis hard to choose, 'tis hard to choose; For thick as stars that lighten
Yon-airy bowers, yon airy bowers, The countless eyes that brighten
This earth of ours, this earth of ours. But fill the cup—where'er, boy,
Our choice may fail, our choice may fall. We're sure to find Love there, boy,
So drink them all, so drink them all! Some looks there are so holy,
They seen} but given, they seem but given. As shining beacons, solely,
To light to heaven, to light to heaven. While some—oh, ne'er believe them—
With tempting ray, with tempting ray. Would lead us (God forgive them!)
The other way, the other way. But fill the cup—where'er, boy,
Our choice may fall, our choice may fall. We're sure to find Love there, boy,
So drink them ail, so drink them all! In some, as in a mirror,
Love seems portrayed, Love seems portrayed-But shun the flattering error—
'Tis but his shade, 'tis but his shade; -Himself has fixed his dwelling
In eyes we know, in eyes we know, And lips—but this is telling—
So here they^go, so here they go! Fill up, fill up—where'er, boy,
Our choice may fall, our choice may fall, We're sure to find Love there, boy.
So drink them all, so drink them all! |
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