Ah, why do we fondness cherish For all that but gleams to fade? Fond woman's true heart to measure, On one poor earthly cast, ah me ! For full return, How vain her thirst may be! And yet, if that hope be madness, We cherish the darling woe; There's a charm in love's deepest sadness: HIS ANSWER. X. SWEETEST of chiders, in all things I see Blame not this heart if, through love's bounteous cheer, Yet, sweet, I doubt not, by order divine, Life, active life, may the currents divide, When the starshine of happiness sleeps on their breast. So, when the strife of the hot day is o'er ALONE with thee; earth's strains afar seem calling, My all with thee upon the cast is set, Men know thee not; men dare to scorn and hate thee; I am thy bride! So, all in vain would myriad empires lure me, So may Our love by heav'n is blest, and blest shall be; I am thy bride, what should I care for them, XII. SONG OF THE WIFE. (In After Years.) YES, this heart was a timid thing But should lightnings glare around me, Now proves dear; Thou to chide and shield art near. I have shrunk in pale affright From the world's rough bitter ways, From deceit and lawless might, From the noontide's scorching rays; But in danger, when I listen To the arrogant world-blast, I see thy dear eyes glisten, And dread and care are past: Proves more dear; Thou to chide and shield art near. So the dread of love's young dawn, 'Neath the sunshine of thine eyes, Lingers here, Save the dread to lose thee, dear! TWO EARLY PRONUNCIAMENTOS. I. Он, blame me not, because I love I find, where'er my footsteps rove, But-open honour, candour free,- Then let each swelling brawler boast His martial fame! We fear not, we, earth's threat'ning host, While right's our aim. Britain, though loud thy foemen yell, Thy wooden walls shall shield thee well. Russia, the empire of the knout, Sad Germany, Italia with its Popish rout, Are scarce for me; All these do slavery's bonds defile; I love, I love my native isle. |