Should betray thee when sorrows like clouds | Light is my heart since the day we were I'll pull you sweet flowers to wear if you choose them, Or after you've kissed them they'll lie on my bosom; Should they who are dearest-the son of thy I'll fetch from the mountain its breeze to heart, The wife of thy bosom-in sorrow depart, Look aloft from the darkness and dust of the tomb To that soil where affection is ever in bloom. And oh, when Death comes in his terrors to cast His fears on the future, his pall on the past, inspire you; above me, In that moment of darkness, with hope in Then, wandering, I'll wish you in silence to thy heart And a smile in thine eye, look aloft and depart. COME JONATHAN LAWRENCE. THE WELCOME. love me. We'll look through the trees at the cliff and the eyrie; We'll tread round the rath on the track of the fairy; YOME in the evening or come in the We'll look on the stars, and we'll list to the morning, river, Come when you're looked for or come with- Till you ask of your darling what gift you can give her. out warning, Kisses and welcome you'll find here before Oh, she'll whisper you, "Love as unchangeably beaming, you; And the oftener you come here, the more I'll And trust, when in secret, most tunefully streaming, adore you. Till the starlight of heaven above us shall | If with no lawless fire it gleamed, quiver But through the dews of kindness beamed, As our souls flow in one down eternity's That eye shall be for ever bright river." When stars and sun are sunk in night. So come in the evening or come in the morn- Within this hollow cavern hung ing, The ready, swift and tuneful tongue; Come when you're looked for or come with- If Falsehood's honey it disdained, out warning, And when it could not praise was chained; Kisses and welcome you'll find here before If bold in Virtue's cause it spoke, Yet gentle concord never broke,— And the oftener you come here, the more I'll This silent tongue shall plead for thee adore When time unveils eternity. you; you. Loosed from the load of words, will high ascend Beyond the empyreal. Nor yet less pleasing at the heavenly throne Or sheds a tear o'er him to Egypt sold, With thyme-sprig laid between the leaves, he sings The sacred lays, his weekly lesson conned With meikle care beneath the lowly roof Where humble lore is learnt, where humble worth Pines unrewarded by a thankless state. Thus reading, hymning, all alone, unseen, The shepherd-boy the Sabbath holy keeps. The man of God will pass the Sabbath noon; A vision, on my brain of all as long extinct. Silence his praise, his disembodied thoughts, and dim; |