THE TABLET OF LOVE. I. You bid me be happy, and bid me adieu- II. Through life's winding valley-in anguish, in rest; Like visions, like dreams, shall at last disap pear, Though raised among seraphs to realms above, THE YOUNG ROSE. I. THE young rose which I give thee, so dewy and bright, Was the flow'ret most dear to the sweet bird of night, Who oft by the moon o'er her blushes hath hung, And thrill'd every leaf with the wild lay he sung. II. Oh! take thou this young rose, and let her life be Prolong'd by the breath she will borrow from thee! For, while o'er her bosom thy soft notes shall thrill, She'll think the sweet night-bird is courting her still. WHEN IN LANGUOR SLEEPS THE HEART. I. WHEN in languor sleeps the heart, Love can wake it with his dart; When the mind is dull and dark, II. Come, oh! come then, let us haste, Let us love both night and day, III. And for hearts from loving free WHEN 'MIDST THE GAY I MEET. I. WHEN 'midst the gay I meet That blessed smile of thine, Though still on me it turns most sweet, I scarce can call it mine: But when to me alone Your secret tears you show, Oh! then I feel those tears my own, And claim them as they flow. Then still with bright looks bless Give smiles to those who love But keep your tears for me. II. The snow on Jura's steep you less, Can smile with many a beam, Whose touch is fire, appears, And, melting, turns to tears. The gay, the cold, the free; Give smiles to those who love you less, But keep your tears for me. WHEN TWILIGHT DEWS. I. WHEN twilight dews are falling soft Upon the rosy sea, love! I watch the star, whose beam so oft Ah! dost thou gaze at even, And think, though lost for ever here, II. There's not a garden walk I tread, The pains, the ills we've wept through here, WILL WILL YOU COME TO THE BOWER? I. you come to the bower I have shaded for you? Our bed shall be roses all spangled with dew. Will you, will you, will you, will you Come to the bower? |