O when my toils on earth are done, Like yonder glorious sun, depart! And since a cloudless setting sun 10 How sweet a day will dawn upon The pure, unclouded spirit's sight! An endless day of endless joy Shall to th' enfranchis'd soul be given, Where care and sorrow ne'er annoy An endless day of bliss-in heaven! THE COTTAGE GIRL. A BEAUTIFUL being she is, I ween, Her eye is the brightest that e'er was seen; Her smile by an angel's was ne'er out-shone; Her cheek is fair as the blush of the sky; In the mazy throng of dancers bright, And her voice steals mellow and rich along, Like the first pure gush of the bulbul's song. Sweet girl of the cottage! How oft, how oft, And caught the far dip of the boatman's oar; Or the heavenly tones of the warbling flute, How oft, how oft with her I have stray'd When wild birds were singing their vesper hymn, 'Neath the willow which shades yon crystal rill, To list to the notes of the whip-poor-will. Sweet girl of the cottage! I love her well! ( Sweet girl of the cottage! I love her well! Like that plant, that beautiful plant, 11 whose bloom Pours out on the night-air a sweet perfume, Her flashes forth with magical power, eye To brighten and cheer the gloomiest hour, And a smile wreaths her lip, so holy and mild, She seems that she is-Heaven's own blessed child! AUTUMN. AUTUMN is come again! The chilling blast, The leaves that come in rustling showers down- The wide extended fields of ripen'd grain The powerless rays of the declining sunThe absence of the 'woodland wooer's' strain, Proclaim in solemn accents-Summer's gone! Gone down to swell the torrents of the Past! And who shall see another Summer cast Its beauty o'er the Earth ?-Who shall behold Ere it return, this bosom may be cold, These eyes be sealed in everlasting night! |