My pen I have laid down in sorrow, To utter my heart-seated wo! Her thoughts or her footsteps may stray: Memento of mine again never Will shadow the light of her way! WHEN OTHER FRIENDS ARE ROUND THEE. WHEN other friends are round thee, And other hearts are thine When other bays have crown'd thee, Then think how sad and lonely Yet do not think I doubt thee, I would not live without thee, For all the world contains. And whatever fate betides me, This heart still turns to thee. MY MOUNTAIN BRIDE. HERE upon the mountain side, She whose heart was all my own, In this summer-bower, With all pleasant things has flown, Sunbeam, bird and flower! But her memory will stay With me, though we're parted From the scene I turn away, Almost broken-hearted! SILENT GRIEF. WHERE is now my peace of mind? Gone, alas! for ever more: Turn where e'er I may, I find Thorns where roses bloom'd before. O'er the greenfields of my soul, Where the springs of joy were found, Now the clouds of sorrow roll, Shading all the prospect round! Do I merit pangs like these, That have cleft my heart in twain? Must I, to the very lees, Drain thy bitter chalice, Pain? Silent grief all grief excels; Life and it together part, Like a restless worm it dwells. Deep within the human heart! BESSY BELL. WHEN life looks drear and lonely, love, And pleasant fancies flee, Then will the muses only, love, Bestow a thought on me! Mine is a harp which Pleasure, love, To waken strives in vain, To Joy's entrancing measure, love, It ne'er can thrill again! Why mock me, Bessy Bell? Oh do not ask me ever, love, For rapture-woven rhymes; For vain is each endeavour, love, To sound Mirth's play-bell chimes! Yet still believe me, dearest love, Though dull my song may be, This heart still doats sincerest, love, And grateful turns to thee! My once true Bessy Bell! F |