III.

What was I then ?-a careless child,

A bark upon a sunny sea,

That o'er young life's stream sweetly smiled
Until the bark sailed far away.

IV.

But soon, too soon, that bark was tossed
By wild waves o'er the trackless main,
And when each hope and light was lost,
The bark could not return again.

V.

'Twas thus upon life's checquered stream Each hope and feeling soon was given; But light at first, as heaven's beam,

Then dark as clouds by thunders riven !

VI.

What am I now? I scarce can tell,
A wild weed waving in the blast,

A blighted branch, a ceaseless knell,
That speaks of all that's bright and past.

No. 12.

WHEN THE FIRST SMILING BEAMS OF DAY,

I.

WHEN the first smiling beams of day

Break over tree and flower,

Oh! then how pleasant 'tis to stray
In that enchanting hour;

Though I have lov'd the morning's light,

Sparkling with pearly dew,

It never more can bring delight,
If not enjoyed with you.

II.

And when mild evening melts along

The purple heather hills,

Oh! then the blackbird's mellow song

A happiness instils;

And yet, it cannot touch this heart
Nor eve's own heavenly hue
To me no bliss can e'er impart
If not enjoyed by you.

III.

When loves own planet shone above
Like some bright isle of bliss,
Ah, once 'twas sweet to me to rove
In such an hour as this;
But now the most bewitching ray

That beams through skies of blue

Can never make this spirit gay
If not enjoyed with you.

IV.

There is another hour which flings

Sweet happiness around,

When each enchanted moment brings

Fresh gifts from fairy ground;

'Tis when the silent moon shines bright

And cares are light and few,

. And yet it cannot bring delight If not enjoyed with you.

No. 13.

OH! WILT THOU GIVE ME BACK MY HEART?

I.

OH! wilt thou give me back my heart,
Or keep, oh ! keep it safe for me?
For, young and lovely as thou art,

I could not, could not leave it thee,
To be the idol of an hour,

And then to fling it idly by,

Like some neglected little flower

That's plucked and left to fade and die.

II.

Yes, give, oh! give me back my heart
Though Love's wild passion flower shall fade,
'Twere better far that we should part
If thou canst trifle still, dear maid!
For though thy smile's bewitching ray
Now beams uncloudedly on me,

All may be changed and dark next day,

And then-'twere death to leave it thee!

No. 14.

TO AGNES.

I.

Он, that I had never met thee!
Never gazed upon thy brow;
Then at least I'd ne'er regret thee,
And this heart were tranquil now!
But too oft I've sat before thee,
And enjoyed thy gentle smile,
Which in brightness oft broke o'er me,
Like sweet moonlight o'er our isle!
Yes, too long, too well I loved thee,
As this throbbing heart can tell,
And though nought I prize above thee,
Must I, can I say farewell!

II.

Is this dream of splendour broken
Which entranced my heart and mind?
Gone, without the slightest token,

Save the pain it leaves behind.

Am I never more to see thee,

But like those who ne'er had met ? Yet in dreams I will be near thee,

Busy memory can't forget!

Were the whole world's gaudy treasure
Placed this moment at my will,
I would spurn it for the pleasure
To be with thee-near thee still!

No. 15.

TO M.

I.

A BIRD that beats its little wings
Against its cage, and tries to flee
To its own native woodland springs
Where still its wild companion sings,
Is like what I am without thee !

II.

An exile, whose deep, anxious gaze
Is turned across the broad, blue sea,
To his loved home of childhood's days,
Where memory oft in day-dreams strays,
Is like what I am without thee!

III.

A long-neglected garden, where

Not one lone tree or flower may be Now seen, although things rich and rare, And beautiful once flourished there,

Is like what I am without thee!