Is then the sound that charms,

And brazen notes of war, by thousand trumpets

roar.

Oh! then comes the harp, when the combat is

over

When heroes are resting, and joy is in bloomWhen laurels hang loose from the brow of the lover,

And Cupid makes wings of the warrior's plume.

II.

Light went the harp when the War-God, reclining, Lay lull'd on the white arm of Beauty to rest— When round his rich armour the myrtle hung twining,

And flights of young doves made his helmet

their nest.

But, when the battle came,

The hero's eye breathed flame :

Soon from his neck the white arm was flung;
While to his wakening ear

No other sounds were dear,

But brazen notes of war, by thousand trumpets

sung.

But then came the light harp, when danger was

ended,

And Beauty once more lull'd the War-God to

rest;

When tresses of gold with his laurels lay blended, And flights of young doves made his helmet

their nest.

LITTLE MARY'S EYE.

I.

LITTLE Mary's eye

Is roguish, and all that, Sir;
But her little tongue

Is quite too full of chat, Sir.
Since her eye can speak

Enough to tell her blisses,
If she stir her tongue,

Why-stop her mouth with kisses!

Oh! the little girls,

Wily, warm, and winning;

When angels tempt us to it,

Who can keep from sinning?

II.

Nanny's beaming eye

Looks as warm as any ; But her cheek was paleWell-a-day, poor Nanny! Nanny, in the field,

She pluck'd a little posie, And Nanny's pallid cheek Soon grew sleek and rosy.

Oh! the little girls, etc.

III.

Sue, the pretty nun,

Prays with warm emotion; Sweetly rolls her eye

In love or in devotion.

If her pious heart

Softens to relieve you,

She gently shares the crime,

With, "Oh! may God forgive you!"

Oh! the little girls,

Wily, warm, and winning; When angels tempt us to it,

Who can keep from si nning?

LOVE AND THE SUN-DIAL.

I.

YOUNG Love found a Dial once, in a dark shade, Where man ne'er had wander'd nor sunbeam

play'd;

"Why thus in darkness lie?" whisper'd young

Love,

"Thou, whose gay hours should in sunshine

move."

"I ne'er," said the Dial, "have seen the warm sun, "So noonday and midnight to me, Love, are one.

II.

Then Love took the Dial away from the shade, And placed her where Heaven's beam warmly play'd.

There she reclined, beneath Love's gazing eye, While, all mark'd with sunshine, her hours flew by! "Oh! how," said the Dial, " can any fair maid, "That's born to be shone upon, rest in the shade?"

III.

But night now comes on, and the sunbeam's o'er, And Love stops to gaze on the Dial no more.

Then cold and neglected, while bleak rain and

winds

Are storming around her, with sorrow she finds That Love had but number'd a few sunny hours, And left the remainder to darkness and showers!

LOVE AND TIME.

I.

"TIS said-but whether true or not
Let bards declare who've seen 'em-
That Love and Time have only got
One pair of wings between 'em.
In courtship's first delicious hour,
The boy full oft can spare 'em,
So, loitering in his lady's bower,
He lets the gray-beard wear 'em.
Then is Time's hour of play;
Oh! how he flies away!

II.

But short the moments, short as bright,
When he the wings can borrow;

If Time to-day has had his flight,

Love takes his turn to-morrow.