THE BED OF HEATH. SOLDIER, awake! the night is past; Arm, thou bold and strong! Soldier, what deep spell hath bound thee? Rise, and arm;-'tis day, 'tis day! And thou hast slumber'd long. "Brother, on the heathery lea Brother, this is death! "Call me not when bugles sound, Call me not when wine flows round; Name me but amidst the brave; Give me but a soldier's grave But my bed of heath!" FAIRY SONG. HAVE ye left the greenwood lone? From your dim and distant shore, Never more? Shall the pilgrim never hear "Mortal! ne'er shall bowers of earth "Ne'er on earthborn lily's stem WHAT WOKE THE BURIED SOUND. WHAT Woke the buried sound that lay Along the Nile's green shore? Oh! not the night, and not the storm, But sunlight's torch, the kind, the warm, What wins the heart's deep chords to pour Like a sweet voice prevailing o'er The truant sounds of strife.- Love is the gifted and the strong, OH IF THOU WILT NOT GIVE THINE HEART. OH! if thou wilt not give thine heart, Give back mine own to me,' Or bid thine image thence depart, And leave me lone, but free. 1The first two lines of this song are literally translated from the German. Yet no! this mournful love of mine, I would not from me cast! Let me but dream 'twill win me thine Can aught so fond, so faithful, live + LOOK ON ME THUS NO MORE. Ir is thy pity makes me weep, Turn from me, turn those gentle eyes- Look on me thus no more! Too late that softness comes to bless, Which cannot now restore ! The lyre-strings have been jarr'd too long, Winter hath touch'd the source of song! Look on me thus no more! SING TO ME, GONDOLIER! SING to me, Gondolier! Sing words from Tasso's lay; "Oh, ask me not to wake Closed the bright pageants here; From the mournful Gondolier!” O'ER THE FAR BLUE MOUNTAINS.' O'ER the far blue mountains, O'er the white sea foam, Come, thou long parted one, Back to thine home! When the bright fire shineth, Sad looks thy place, 'Set to music by the Author's sister. |