THE LOVER TO HIS MISTRESS ON HER BIRTHDAY. Ir any white-wing'd Power above The day when thou wert born, my love- I laugh'd, till taught by thee, when told Of Beauty's magic powers, That ripen'd life's dull ore to gold, And changed its weeds to flowers. My mind had lovely shapes pourtray'd; I gazed, and felt upon my lips The unfinish'd accents hang: One moment's bliss, one burning kiss, And though as swift as lightning's flash Not all the waves of time shall wash But duly shall my raptured song, LINES ON RECEIVING A SEAL WITH THE CAMPBELL CREST, FROM K. M-, BEFORE HER MARRIAGE. THIS wax returns not back more fair We are not friends of yesterday;— Well! should its frailty e'er condemn What transcripts of my weal and wo What utterances to friend or foe, In reason's calm or passion's shock! What scenes of life's yet curtain'd page Yet wheresoe'er my pen I lift To date the epistolary sheet, Sent when the star that rules your fates So speed my song-mark'd with the crest The daughter of Macaillain Mor. Crest of my sires! whose blood it seal'd Yet little might I prize the stone, From whence, a scatter'd leaf, I'm blown * A Norman leader, in the service of the King of Scotland, married the heiress of Lochow in the twelfth century, and from him the Campbells are sprung. |