5. When this blood of thy giving hath gush'd, When the voice that thou lovest is hush'd, Let my memory still be thy pride, And forget not I smiled as I died! OH! SNATCH'D AWAY IN BEAUTY S BLOOM. 1. OH! snatch'd away in beauty's bloom, Their leaves, the earliest of the year; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom: 2. And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream, And lingering pause and lightly tread; Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead! 3. Away; we know that tears are vain, That death nor heeds nor hears distress: Will this unteach us to complain? Or make one mourner weep the less? And thou-who tell'st me to forget, Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet. MY SOUL IS DARK. 1. My soul is dark-Oh! quickly string That sound shall charm it forth again; If in these eyes there lurk a tear, "Twill flow, and cease to burn my 2. But bid the strain be wild and deep, brain: And ached in sleepless silence long; And now 'tis doom'd to know the worst, And break at once-or yield to song. I SAW THEE WEEP. 1. I SAW thee weep—the big bright tear I saw thee smile-the sapphire's blaze It could not match the living rays 2. As clouds from yonder sun receive Which scarce the shade of coming eve Can banish from the sky, Those smiles unto the moodiest mind Their own pure joy impart ; Their sunshine leaves a glow behind That lightens o'er the heart. THY DAYS ARE DONE. 1 THY days are done, thy fame begun ; The deeds he did, the fields he won, The freedom he restored! 2. Though thou art fall'n, while we are free Thou shalt not taste of death! The generous blood that flow'd from thee Disdain'd to sink beneath: Within our veins its currents be, Thy spirit on our breath! 3. Thy name, our charging hosts along, Thy fall, the theme of choral song To weep would do thy glory wrong; |