III. O YE VOICES. O YE voices round my own hearth singing! Never, never! Spring hath smiled and parted Or if still around my heart ye linger, Yet, sweet voices! there must change have come; Years have quell'd the free soul of the singer, Vernal tones shall greet the wanderer home, IV.-I DREAM OF ALL THINGS FREE. I DREAM of all things free! Of a gallant, gallant bark, That sweeps through storm and sea, I dream of some proud bird, A bright-eyed mountain king! In my visions I have heard The rushing of his wing. I follow some wild river, On whose breast no sail may be; Dark woods around it shiver I dream of all things free! Of a happy forest child, With the fawns and flowers at play; Of an Indian 'midst the wild, With the stars to guide his way: When evening calls the dove Where doth the orange gleam Where are sweet eyes of love Where o'er the cabin roof Where speaks the vesper-chime Far o'er the sea. Dance on, ye vintage bands, Fearless and free! Still fresh and greenly wave, Still smile, ye kind blue skies ! VI. THE INVOCATION. OH! art thou still on earth, my love? Or smiling in a brighter home, Oh! is thy sweet voice fled, my love? And art thou not, in earth or heaven, I see thee with thy gleaming hair, But cold, and clear, and spirit-like, Peace in thy saddest hour, my love! But something mournfully divine And silent ever is thy lip, And pale thy cheek; Oh! art thou earth's, or art thou heaven's, VII.-THE SONG OF HOPE. DROOP not, my brothers! I hear a glad strainWe shall burst forth like streams from the winter night's chain; A flag is unfurl'd, a bright star of the sea, Where the pines wave, where the light chamois leaps, Where the hearth shines, where the kind looks are met, Where the smiles mingle, our place shall be yet! THE BIRD AT SEA. BIRD of the greenwood! Oh! why art thou here? Far hence are at play- Where the mast quivers, As 'midst the waving Of wild rose and tree. With storm and with spray? Or art thou seeking Some brighter land, Vine leaves are fann'd? |