MUSIC. BY ALARIC A. WATTS. What passion cannot music raise and quell? MYSTERIOUS keeper of the key That opes the gates of memory: Oft in thy wildest, simplest strain, DRYDEN. The sun bright hopes of early youth; Love in its first deep hour of truth; And dreams of life's delightful morn To the enthusiast's heart thy tone Once heard his native bowers among; And straightway on his visions rise, Home's sunny slopes, and cloudless skies. The warrior from the strife retired, Enchantress sweet of smiles and tears, "T is thine to bid sad hearts be gay, Yet chase the smiles of mirth away; Joy's sparkling eye in tears to steep, Yet make the mourner cease to weep! To gloom or sadness thou canst suit TO AN OLD OAK. BY SAMUEL ROGERS. Immota manet; multosque nepotes, VIRGIL. ROUND thee, alas, no shadows move! Yet within thee, thyself a grove, And the wolf howl beneath. There once the steel-clad knight reclined, Then culture came, and days serene; Father of many a forest deep, Whence many a navy thunder-fraught! Wont in the night of woods to dwell, Thy singed top and branches bare And the wan moon wheels round to glare On the long corse that shivers there Of him who came to die! R VERSES TO THE MISSES L BY THOMAS CAMPBELL, ESQ. ADIEU, Romance's heroines! Give me the nymphs, who this good hour May charm me, not in Fiction's scenes, But teach me Beauty's living power; My harp, that has been mute too long, Shall sleep at Beauty's name no more, So but your smiles reward my song, JEMIMA, ROSE, and ELEANORE, In whose benignant eyes are beaming ROSINA, I could look the more, And the sweet voice of ELEANORE! - Had I been LAWRENCE, kings had wanted The Catholic bids fair saints befriend him; Miraculous at your touch would rise, Unsealed by you, these lips have spoken, Ye've tuned a harp whose strings were broken, So, when my fancy next refuses To twine for you a garland more, Come back again and be my Muses, JEMIMA, ROSE, and ELEANORE! THE SWALLOW. BY THE REV. E. W. BARNARD. THE visitress of man, on earth She resteth not her flagging wing, But seeks at once the blessed roof To which in youth she loved to cling. |