Here have I loved the glowing moon to watch, The sparkling gems, beneath her robes half hid. Here have I loved to greet the purple dawn, And mark its kindling rays flash o'er the sea ; Here, from the depths the silvery fish I've drawn, And boasted of my skillful treachery. But cease, fond memory! for I would not dwell Still kindly cherished, though misfortune came ; Nor think ye when from all he now departs, Those who proved false the wanderer would blame. He can not blame what every age hath shown Is nature's weakness, that while Fortune smiled, Friends flocked around him, but when she had flown, The most forsook adversity's lone child. And thou of the warm heart and feelings true, To brave the surges' wrath, the sweeping gale; LINES ON LEAVING CASCO. 35 Nor thought that thou in a far distant land That I should never grasp again thy hand, Ne'er more should meet thy kindly beaming eye. Perchance the cypress o'er thy grave is weaving Its pensive branches 'neath the evening sky, Emblem of him whose bosom still is heaving For thee, thou long departed one, the sigh. Fades the last ray of light, those isles have gone; And now we near the light-house on the rock— From whose high tower the beacon long hath shone Thro' fair and foul, 'mid calm and tempest-shock! Oft when on high the midnight winds were howling, And waves were breaking madly into foam ; When the dark sky with horrid gloom was scowling 'Mid lightning flash and thunder's sullen boom; The sea-tossed mariner has hailed that light, Rocked in his wherry boldly rowed from shore, Nor thought how far-he feared no briny pillow While his eye hailed that star, the dark wave o'er. As is the heart we turn to in our youth, There may it stand while billows rage around, As he who kindles there its lonely ray When sober evening gathers o'er the ocean, And viewed it as a shrine, with rapt devotion; * * * Hail lucid star! thou first of eve's bright train! That there was one whose heart was truly mine; One, whose bright form might hover o'er my dreams, Whose love like thee might o'er my pathway shine! LINES ON LEAVING CASCO. But ah! it may not be;—and yon lone cloud Thee, and retire among the unfeeling crowd, * Fair land adieu! alone I pace the deck, 37 And watch with saddened heart thy less'ning shore, Though there I've seen, of brightest hopes the wreck, what fortune hath in store. And care not now, Though foreign climes should greet my wandering way, Though 'twere my fate to plough the foaming sea, Yet wheresoe'er on land or wave I stray, Fond memory often shall revert to thee. THE TELL-TALE FACE. BY WILLIAM CUTTER. I HATE the frigid notions, To show the kind emotions True kindness works within ; Those manners cold and guarded With words dealt out by rule, Pronounced just as mamma did, Or Madame F, at school. I wonder how the ladies, Dear angels that they are! Would put young love to flight. |