Remember that, here, we still can find And its stars are the eyes that fling their light Be our's the sun that shines all night, And the blushing wave that reflects its light! If hope, when she spreads her gossamer sail Along life's billowy waste, Is sure to be tossed by misfortune's gale, While mirth's gay streamers flow, far and wide, O'er seas of wine when hope is afloat, 286 IF TO-MORROW MAY DAWN ON A STORMY DAY. Fill high the glass!—this night is ours! The dew of social feeling Falls on each heart, its brightest flowers Then, weave them into a chaplet bright, And live on the perfumed wreath, to-night,— To-night-to-night, the garland twine, THE END. r 1 DEDICATED, BY PERMISSION, TO HIS MAJESTY. Elegantly printed, in 3 vols. Price 1l. 11s. 6d. THE ROMANCE OF HISTORY.-Comprising Tales illustrative of the romantic Annals of ENGLAND. The plan of this work is excellent.-LITERARY GAZETTE. These Tales are valuable illustrations of English manners.-TIMES. PREPARING FOR PUBLICATION, In 3 Vols., printed uniformly with the above, THE ROMANCE OF HISTORY. Second series.-Comprising Tales illustrative of the romantic Annals of FRANCE. LONDON: PRINTED BY S. AND R. BENTLEY, |