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HYLAND'3 MAMMOTH
MY GENTLE HARP.
My gentle harp! once more I waken
The sweetness of thy alumh'rlng strain; la tears our last farewell was taken,
And now in tears we meet again. No light of joy hath o'er thee broken.
But like those harps whose heav'nly skill Of slav'ry dark as thine hath spoken,
Thou hangst upon the willows still.
And yet since last thy chord resounded
An hour of praise and triumph came, And many an ardent bosom bounded
With hopes that now are turn'd to shame. Yet even then, while peace was singing
Her halcyon song o'er land and sea, Tho' joy and hope to others bringing,
She only brought new tears to thee.
But come,—If yet thy frame can borrow
One breath of joy, oh breathe for me, And show the world in chains and sorrow,
How sweet thy music still can be. How gaily ev'n, 'mid gloom surrounding,
Thou yet canst wake at pleasure's thrill, Like Memnon's broken image sounding
Mid desolation tuneful still.
MY LOVE'S THE FAIREST CREATURE.
My love's the fairest creature,
And round her gutters many a charm. Her starry eyes, blue beaming,
Can e'en the coldest bosom warm. Her lips Is like a cherry,
Ripely suing to be cull'd, Her cheek is like a May rose,
In dewy freshness newly pull'd.
Her sigh is like the sweet gale
That dies upon the violet's breast, Her hair is like the dark mist
On which the evening sunbeams rest; Her smile is like the false light.
Which lures the traveler by Its beam; Her voice Is like a soft strain
Which steals its soul from passion's dream.
0, WEARILY, WEARILY.
Oh, wearily, wearily lags the day, When the one we love is far away; The sun has set, and the daylight is gone, And I am here, and here alone.
The sun has set and the daylight Is gone, And I am here, and here alone, Oh, ulla gone, Oh, ulla gone.
I am winding my thread on this willow wand, But ever it breaks In my trembling band; Away to-morrow the task will bo o'er, To-night, alas! I can wind no more.
Away to-morrow the task will be o'er. To-night, alas! 1 can wind no more. Oh, ulla gone, Oh, ulla gone,