But all is dark and cold beneath, Where harps no more are heard: Whence winn'st thou that exulting breath, Oh! lonely, lonely bird? Thy song flows richly swelling, As from its cavern dwelling A stream in glory bounds! Though the castle echoes catch no tone Of human step or word, Though the fires be quench'd and the feasting done, Oh! lonely, lonely bird! How can that flood of gladness While dirge-notes in the breeze's moan, Through the ivy garlands heard, Come blent with thy rejoicing tone, Oh! lonely, lonely bird! There's many a heart, wild singer, Where love hath left his bower: And there's many a spirit e'en like thee, Though it soar from ruins in its glee, SLEEP! DIRGE AT SEA. we give thee to the wave, Red with life-blood from the brave, Sleep! thy billowy field is won. Lonely, lonely is thy bed, Never there may flower be shed, Yet thy record on the sea, Borne through battle high and free, PILGRIM'S SONG TO THE EVENING STAR. O SOFT star of the west! Thou'rt guiding all things home, Thou bring'st from rock and wave, The sea-bird to her nest, The fisher back to rest. Light of a thousand streams, O soft star of the west, No bowery roof is mine, O soft star of the west, Thou'rt guiding all things home, Shine from thy rosy heaven, Pour joy on earth and sea! Shine on, though no sweet eyes Look forth to watch for me! Light of a thousand streams, Gleaming far! O soft star of the west! Blessed star! THE MEETING OF THE SHIPS. "We take each other by the hand, and we exchange a few words and looks of kindness, and we rejoice together for a few short moments; and then days, months, years intervene, and we see and know nothing of each other.". WASHINGTON IRVING. Two barks met on the deep mid-sea, A few bright days of summer glee And voices of the fair and brave Moonlight on that lone Indian main While dancing step, and festive strain And hands were link'd, and answering eyes With kindly meaning shone; Oh! brief and passing sympathies, Like leaves together blown. A little while such joy was cast Till the loud singing winds at last And proudly, freely on their way In calm or storm, by rock or bay, Never to blend in victory's cheer, And thus bright spirits mingle here, COME AWAY.1 COME away!-the child where flowers are springing, Bounding on, with sunny lands before him, All the wealth of glowing life outspread, Ere the shadow of a cloud comes o'er him, By that strain the youth in joy is led: Come away! Slowly, sadly, heavy change is falling O'er the sweetness of the voice within; Yet its tones, on restless manhood calling, Urge the hunter still to chase, to win: Come away! This song is in the possession of Mr. Power, to be set to music. |