280 ADIEU, ADIEU!-OUR DREAM OF LOVE. Our souls have drunk, in early youth, Our bosoms, blighted in their growth, Have learned to suffer-and be still! The hour is come,-the spell is past!— Youth's earliest hope, and manhood's last !— Adieu, adieu!-oh, dull and dread, NAY, DRY THAT TEAR! NAY, dry that tear!-where'er I stray, While it has power to chase away The shadows, dear! from thine. My soul has weathered storms, above may not see the cheek I love Dimmed by affliction's tear. 282 NAY, DRY THAT TEAR! 'Tis bliss enough for me, to rest Beneath the of that blue eye,— ray Or, pillowed on thy gentle breast, But oh! that eye must not be wet With aught that speaks the touch of sorrow, Nor must the murmur of regret Thy sigh's soft music borrow! Oh! may thy looks be ever bright With that sweet smile which peace discloses, And o'er the young cheek sheds its light, And may thy sighs-if sighs e'er start,- To waft the heart to heaven! ANACREONTIC. IF TO-MORROW MAY DAWN ON A STORMY DAY. If to-morrow may dawn on a stormy day,- By the cloud of despair may be chased away, If joy be a vanishing beam, at best, 284 IF TO-MORROW MAY DAWN Oh! where is the heart that would coldly waste The sunshine of moments like these! Then fill-fill high the sparkling glass, And crown the moments, as they pass! If bliss be a frail and perishing flower, Born only to decay, Oh! who-when it blooms but a single hour, Would fling its sweets away ! When storms are abroad, and the world is dark, And wrecks strew life's abyss, Oh! who would not anchor his weary bark, In the calm of a port like this! Then, though round about us life's tempests roll, When lovers are false, and friends unkind, And the lights of life are flown, |