LOVE'S SEASONS. A SONG. OST thou idly ask to hear DOST thou idly ask tons Nymphs relent, when lovers near Maidens' hearts are always soft: Would that men's were truer ! Woo the fair one when around Early birds are singing; When, o'er all the fragrant ground, Early herbs are springing : When the brookside, bank, and grove, All with blossoms laden, Shine with beauty, breathe of love,- VOL. I.-7 Woo her when, with rosy blush, When, on rills that softly gush, When through boughs that knit the bower Moonlight gleams are stealing; Woo her when autumnal dyes Let the scene, that tells how fast Warn her, ere her bloom is past, To secure her lover. Woo her when the north winds call Blaze the fagots brightly; Sweeps the landscape hoary, Love's delightful story. Great Barrington, 1824. "United States Literary Gazette," August 15, 1824. "I BROKE THE SPELL THAT HELD ME I LONG." BROKE the spell that held me long, The dear, dear witchery of song. I said, the poet's idle lore Shall waste my prime of years no more, I broke the spell-nor deemed its power Still came and lingered on my sight Of flowers and streams the bloom and light, And these and poetry are one. They, ere the world had held me long, Recalled me to the love of song. Great Barrington, 1824. "Atlantic Souvenir," 1825. HYMN OF THE WALDENSES. HEAR, Father, hear thy faint afflicted flock Cry to thee, from the desert and the rock ; And the broad goodly lands, with pleasant airs Yet better were this mountain wilderness, And this wild life of danger and distress- Thou, Lord, dost hold the thunder; the firm land Tosses in billows when it feels thy hand; Stillest the angry world to peace again. Oh, touch their stony hearts who hunt thy sonsThe murderers of our wives and little ones. ΙΟΙ Yet, mighty God, yet shall thy frown look forth Thou shalt raise up the trampled and oppressed, Great Barrington, 1824. "United States Literary Gazette," September |