Then for a beam of joy to light Shall Song its witching cadence roll? What visions rise! to charm, to melt! But thou, serenely silent art! By heaven and love wast taught to lend A milder solace to the heart, The sacred image of a friend. All is not lost! if, yet possest, To me that sweet memorial shine : If close and closer to my breast I hold that idol all divine. Or, gazing through luxurious tears, She looks! she lives! this tranced hour, Yes, Genius, yes! thy mimic aid A treasure to my soul has given, Where beauty's canonizèd shade Smiles in the sainted hues of heaven, No spectre forms of pleasure fled, Thy softening, sweetening, tints restore; For thou canst give us back the dead, E'en in the loveliest looks they wore. Then blest be Nature's guardian Muse, From Love began thy high descent; And call thee brightest of the Nine! THE MAID'S REMONSTRANCE. NEVER wedding, ever wooing, Still a love-lorn heart pursuing, Read you not the wrong you're doing In my cheek's pale hue? All my life with sorrow strewing, Wed, or cease to woo. Rivals banish'd, bosoms plighted, Still our days are disunited; Now half-quench'd appears, Damp'd, and wavering, and benighted, 'Midst my sighs and tears. Charms you call your dearest blessing, Lips that thrill at your caressing, Soon you'll make them grow ABSENCE. "Tis not the loss of love's assurance, The fondest thoughts two hearts can cherish, Are fruits on desert isles that perish, What though, untouch'd by jealous madness, Absence! is not the soul torn by it From more than light, or life, or breath? 'Tis Lethe's gloom, but not its quiet, The pain without the peace of death! LINES INSCRIBED ON THE MONUMENT LATELY FINISHED BY MR. CHANTREY, Which has been erected by the Widow of Admiral Sir G. Campbell, K. C. B. to the memory of her Husband. To him, whose loyal, brave, and gentle heart, |