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Thine is the breathing blushing hour
When all unheav'nly passions fly, Chas'd by the soul-subduing power
Of Love's delicious extacy. .
O! sacred to the fall of day,
Queen of propitious stars appear And early rise ; nor long delay
When Caroline herself is here!
Shine on her chosen green resort,
Whose trees the sunward summit crown, And wanton flowers that well may court,
An angel's feet to tread them down.
Shine on her sweetly scented road,
Thou star of ev'ning's purple dome, That leads the nightingale abroad,
And guides the pilgrim to his home.
Shine where my charmer's sweeter breath,
Embalms the soft exhaling dew, Where dying winds a sigh bequeath
To kiss the cheek of rosy hue.
Where winnow'd by the gentle air,
Her silken tressess darkly flow, And fall
her brow so fair Like shadows on the mountain snow.
Thus, ever thus, at day's decline,
In converse sweet, to wander far, O bring with thee my Caroline,
And thou shalt be my Ruling Star!
THE SOLDIER'S DREAM.
Our bugles had sung, for the night-cloud had lower'd, And the centinel stars set their watch in the sky, And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die !
When reposing that night on my pallet of straw,
Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array,
I flew to the pleasant fields, travell’d so oft
Then pledg'd we the wine cup, and fondly we swore,
wife sobb'd aloud in the fulness of heart.
Stay! stay with us! rest! thou art weary and worn,