THE SONG OF WAR.

I.
The song of war shall echo through our mountains,

Till not one hateful link remains
Of slavery's lingering chains-

Till not one tyrant tread our plains,
Nor traitor lip pollute our fountains.

No! never till that glorious day
Shall Lusitania's sons be gay,

Or hear, oh Peace ! thy welcome lay
Resounding through her sunny mountains.

II.
The song of war shall echo through our mountains,

Till Victory's self shall, smiling, say,
“ Your cloud of foes hath pass’d away,

“ And Freedom comes, with new-born ray, " To gild your vines and light your fountains.”

Oh! never till that glorious day
Shall Lusitania's sons be

gay,
Or hear, oh Peace! thy welcome lay
Resounding through her sunny mountains.

THE TABLET OF LOVE.

I.

You bid me be happy, and bid me adieu-
Can happiness live when absent from you?
Will sleep on my eyelids e'er sweetly alight,
When greeted no more by a tender good night?
Oh, never! for deep is the record enshrined ;
Thy look and thy voice will survive in my mind :
Though age may the treasures of mem'ry remove,
Unfading shall flourish the Tablet of Love.

II. Through life's winding valley-in anguish, in rest; Exalted in joy, or by sorrow depress’dFrom its place in the mirror that lies on my

heart, Thine image shall never one moment depart. When time, life, and all that poor mortals hold

dear, Like visions, like dreams, shall at last disap

pear, Though raised among seraphs to realms above, Unfading shall flourish the Tablet of Love.

THE YOUNG ROSE.

I.

THE young rose which I give thee, so dewy and bright,

Was the flow'ret most dear to the sweet bird of

night,

Who oft by the moon o'er her blushes hath hung, And thrill'd every leaf with the wild lay he sung.

II.

Oh! take thou this young rose, and let her life be Prolong'd by the breath she will borrow from thee!

For, while o'er her bosom thy soft notes shall

thrill,

She'll think the sweet night-bird is courting her

still.

WHEN IN LANGUOR SLEEPS THE HEART.

I.

WHEN in languor sleeps the heart,

Love can wake it with his dart;

When the mind is dull and dark,
Love can light it with his spark.

II.
Come, oh! come then, let us haste,
All the bliss of love to taste ;
Let us love both night and day,
Let us love our lives away!

III.
And for hearts from loving free
(If indeed such hearts there be),
May they ne'er the rapture prove
Of the smile from lips we love.

WHEN 'MIDST THE GAY I MEET.

I.

When 'midst the

gay

I meet That blessed smile of thine, Though still on me it turns most sweet,

I scarce can call it mine : But when to me alone

Your secret tears you show, Oh! then I feel those tears my own, . And claim them as they flow.

Then still with bright looks bless
The gay, the cold, the free;

, Give smiles to those who love you less,

But keep your tears for me.

II.
The snow on Jura's steep

Can smile with many a beam,
Yet still in chains of coldness sleep,

How bright soe'er it seem.
But, when some deep-felt ray,

Whose touch is fire, appears,
Oh! then the smile is warm'd away,

And, melting, turns to tears.
Then still with bright looks bless
The gay, the cold, the free;

, Give smiles to those who love you less,

But keep your tears for me.

When twilight dews are falling soft

Upon the rosy sea, love!