Till all my bosom owned a sacred mood, Yes-all alone, I loved in days of yore Nature's mild face in Cartha's lovely vale! Well pleased, I haste to view each favorite spot,The wood, the stream, the castle and the cot,And hear sweet Robin in the sheltered walk, Where Mira, Helen and Eugenia, talk! DEATH OF MY ONLY SON. FROM THE DANISH. CAN mortal solace ever raise Or Fate restore a form so dear My loved, my lost, my only care! For all that stayed my earthly trust Nine charming years had fraught with grace Thy sprightly soul and lovely face, Where harshness had not planted fear, Nor sorrow wrung one silent tear; But frank and warm my Darco flew, To share each welcome and adieu,Each word, each step, each look to attend — My child, my pupil, and my friend! O, when his gayly-smiling talk Endeared my lonely summer walk, Or when I sat at day's decline And clasped his little hand in mine, How many woes were then forgot! How blissful seemed his father's lot! And, breathing love, my bosom said, Thus, on my dying couch when laid, Thus shall I bid thee, Darco, stand, And grasp thee with my failing hand. Cold, cold, thou pledge of future charms, As she who gave thee to my arms! My buried hopes! your grave is won, And Mary sleeps beside her son! Now hush, my heart! afflicting Heaven, Thy will be done, thy solace given ! As that which lies unconscious here! LAUDOHN'S ATTACK. RISE, ye Croates, fierce and strong, Hosts of Buda! hither bring Hark! the summons loud and strong, Death and danger's troubled day. O, JUDITH! had our lot been cast My song upon the mountain rocks Had echoed of thy rural charms; To win thee to my arms. Our tent, beside the murmur calm At falling night, or ruby dawn, Or yellow moonlight's welcome cool, Our pitcher brimming full. How sweet to us at sober hours The bird of Salem would have sung, But ab, my Love! thy father's land Yet, by the good and golden hours By Zion's palm-encircled towers, By Salem's far forsaken bowers, FAREWELL TO MY SISTER, ON LEAVING EDINBURGH. FAREWELL, Edina! pleasing name,— A joyous guest to thee I came, And mournful I depart. And fare thee well, whose blessings seem Heaven's blessing to portend! Endeared by nature and esteem My sister and my friend! |