ERE AROUND THE HUGE OAK. ERE around the huge oak that o'ershadows yon mill, Could I trace back the time to a far distant date, And the farm I now hold on your honour's estate He, dying, bequeath'd to his son a good name, For my child I've preserv'd it, unblemish'd by shame, CATHERINE OGHEE. TUNE" Katharine Ogie." WHERE Weeps the willow o'er the stream, With wild-flowers, sweetest nosegay; There sleeps-my Catherine Oghee. *There is a piety in these lines worthy of the virgin muse: amid the burning recollections of friends and circumstances that must be mutable, the mind sympathises with every object coeval with their once real existence; and, full of their relations to the "days of other years," makes the pious resolution to pursue that line of conduct which will render them ever unalienable. How oft, alas! at evening star, Ah! what could match my joys beneath I drank the music of her tongue, I hung around her ivory neck, Accurs'd the fiend, whose ruffian hand For me remains the mournful joy, With wild-flowers, sweetest nosegay, When twilight comes, to deck the grave Where sleeps my Catherine Oghee. And when young spring the sprouting lawn Shall star with amber showers, I'll seek the spot at early dawn, And plant the sweetest flowers; My tears shall make them bloom again C 3 TASTE LIFE'S GLAD MOMENTS. Taste life's glad moments, Whilst the wasting taper glows; The quickly fading rose. MAN blindly follows grief and care, When tim'rous nature veils her form, How spleen and envy anxious flies, Who fosters faith in upright breast, There sweet contentment builds her nest, Taste life's, &c. And when life's path grows dark and strait, And pressing ills on ills await, Then friendship, sorrow to abate, The helping hand will offer. She dries his tears, she strews his way, Of life she is the fairest band, WOES MY HEART THAT WE SHOU'D SUNDER. WITH broken words and downcast eyes, Ah woes my heart that we shou'd sunder. But kindle with thine eyes like tinder; It breaks my heart that we should sunder. Chain'd to thy charms, I cannot range; My vows, tho' we're oblig'd to sunder. * The poet here, by the most enchanting imagery, awakens us to those immediate enjoyments which are always within our reach, by listening to the simple dictates of nature, reprobating that blind fatuity in man which urges him to sacrifice the pleasure of the moment to vague illusion, creating innumerable anxieties to himself, as if determined, since the nature of things will not admit his being entirely happy, to make himself perfectly miserable. Ye powers, take care of my dear lass, The image of thy graceful air, And beauties which invite our wonder; Shall still be present, tho' we sunder. Always to love me, tho' we sunder. THE FAITH ON HER LIP I HAVE SWORN. THE shadows of eve 'gan to steal o'er the earth, Love sanction'd the moment to hope that gave birth; I saw her warm cheek like heav'n's canopy glow, She loves me!-oh Heaven!-let me never forego This bosom, tho' fervid with youth and with health, Bid me fly from the charm of ambition or wealth, While she loves me, by Heav'n! I will never forego |