II. And here and there, And God knows where, There, hung like bobs Of straw, or nobs, I SAW THE MOON RISE CLEAR. I. I saw the moon rise clear O'er hills and vales of snow, The track I wish'd to go. For well my rein-deer knew The path which leads to you. II. How soon the heart forgets ! The sun that never sets. Thus chasing every pain, 'Twill never set again. JOYS THAT PASS AWAY. 1. Joys that pass away like this, Alas! are purchased dear, If every beam of bliss Is follow'd by a tear. The girl whose faithless art And with it break my heart. a II. How beautiful they shone; For truth, alas! is gone. Thy wretched victim's fate, He could not fly to hate. LIGHT SOUNDS THE HARP. I. Light sounds the harp when the combat is over When heroes are resting, and joy is in bloomWhen laurels hang loose from the brow of the lover, And Cupid makes wings of the warrior's plume. But, when the foe returns, Again the hero burns; The clang of mingling arms Is then the sound that charms, And brazen notes of war, by thousand trumpets roar. Oh! then comes the harp, when the combat is over When heroes are resting, and joy is in bloomWhen laurels hang loose from the brow of the lover, And Cupid makes wings of the warrior's plume. II. Light went the harp when the War-God, reclining, Lay lulld on the white arm of Beauty to rest, When round his rich armour the myrtle hung twining, And flights of young doves made his helmet their nest. But, when the battle came, eye breathed flame : Soon from his neck the white arm was flung; While to his wakening ear No other sounds were dear, But brazen notes of war, by thousand trumpets sung. But then came the light harp, when danger was ended, And Beauty once more lull'd the War-God to rest; When tresses of gold with his laurels lay blended, And flights of young doves made his helmet their nest. LITTLE MARY'S EYE. I. LITTLE Mary's eye Is roguish, and all that, Sir; Is quite too full of chat, Sir. Enough to tell her blisses, Why-stop her mouth with kisses! Oh! the little girls, Wily, warm, and winning; When angels tempt us to it, Who can keep from sinning? |