In the deep heart of the rose
Now the crimson love-hue glows;
Now the glow-worm's lamp by night
Sheds a ray

Dreamy, starry, greenly bright—
Come away!

Where the fair cup-moss lies,
With the wild-wood strawberries,
Come away!

Now each tree by summer crown'd,
Sheds its own rich twilight round;
Glancing there from sun to shade,
Bright wings play;

There the deer its couch hath made-
Come away!

Where the smooth leaves of the lime
Glister in their honey-time-

Come away-away!

HE NEVER SMILED AGAIN.

THE bark that held a prince went down,
The sweeping waves roll'd on;
And what was England's glorious crown
To him that wept a son?

He lived-for life may long be borne
Ere sorrow break its chain;

Why comes not death for those who mourn ?—
He never smiled again!

There stood proud forms around his throne,
The stately and the brave;

But which could fill the place of one,
That one beneath the wave?
Before him pass'd the young and fair,
In pleasure's reckless train;

But seas dash'd o'er his son's bright hair-
He never smiled again!

He sat where festal bowls went round,
He heard the minstrel sing,
He saw the tourney's victor crown'd,
Amidst the knightly ring :

A murmur of the restless deep

Was blent with every strain,

A voice of winds that would not sleep-
He never smiled again.

Hearts, in that time, closed o'er the trace
Of vows once fondly pour'd,

And strangers took the kinsman's place
At many a joyous board;

Graves, which true love had bathed with tears,

Were left to heaven's bright rain,

Fresh hopes were born for other years→

He never smiled again!

BERNARDO DEL CARPIO.

THE warrior bow'd his crested head, and tamel his heart of fire,

And sued the haughty king to free nis longimprisoned sire;

I bring thee here my fortress keys, I bring my captive train,

I pledge thee faith, my liege, my lord :- -on, break my father's chain!"

"Rise, rise! even now thy father comes, a ransom'd man this day;

Mount thy good horse, and thou and I will meet him on his way."

Then lightly rose that loyal son, and bounded on his steed,

And urged, as if with lance in rest, the charger's foamy speed.

And lo! from far, as on they press'd, there came a glittering band,

With one that 'midst them stately rode, as a leader in the land;

"Now haste, Bernardo, haste! for there, in very truth, is he,

The father whom thy faithful heart hath yearn'd so long to see."

His dark eye flash'd, his proud breast heaved, his cheek's blood came and went ;

He reach'd that gray-hair'd chieftain's side, and there, dismounting, bent;

A lowly knee to earth he bent, his father's hand he took,

What was there in its touch that all his fiery spirit shook?

That hand was cold-a frozen thing-it dropp'd from his like lead,

He look'd up to the face above-the face was of the dead!

A plume waved o'er the noble brow-the brow was fix'd and white ;

He met at last his father's eyes-but in them was no sight!

Up from the ground he sprang, and gazeȧ, but who could paint that gaze?

They hush'd their very hearts, that saw its horror and amaze;

They might have chain'd him, as before that stony form he stood,

For the power was stricken from nis arm, and from his lip the blood.

"Father!" at length he murmur'd low-and wept like childhood then,

Talk not of grief till thou hast seen the tears of warlike men !

He thought on all his glorious hopes, all his young renown :

He flung the falchion from his side, and in the dust sate down.

Then covering with his steel-gloved hands his darkly mournful brow,

"No more, there is no more," he said, "to lift the sword for now.

My king is false, my hope betray'd, my Fatheroh! the worth,

The glory and the loveliness, are pass'd away

from earth!

"I thought to stand where banners waved, my sire! beside thee yet,

I would that there our kindred blood on Spain's free soil had met,

Thou wouldst have known my spirit then,-for thee my fields were won,

And thou hast perished in thy chains, as though thou hadst no son!

Then, starting from the ground once more, he seized the monarch's rein,

Amidst the pale and wilder'd looks of all the courtier train :

And with a fierce, o'ermastering grasp, the rearing war-horse led,

And sternly set them face to face, the king before the dead !—