If pleasure's ever sparkling hue But if not e'en in sleep thou'rt blest- If while the phantom bids thee stay, Oh! then-awake. If demons laugh, and horrors seem Broods, like the thunder in the storm, If feelings, all alive to ill, Even in sleep pursue thee still; If joy forsake-if hope be dead- Though man hath wronged thee-sorrow riven, Wake to the holier hope of Heaven Awake-awake. THE STORM. GONE-gone, like happiness gone, The willow had bent her drooping leaf And as such it fled, while a dark cold grave Concealed it from the sight; And the verdant branch, where the leaf did wave, Died ere the morning light. *. A tall tree laughed in the evening breath, It stood by that current's side At morn it was blanched with the hue of death; 'Twas blasted-and it died. Beneath it there did the violet bloom, But the morning wept o'er their fateful doom- A rose had been kissed by the moonlight ray With the break of the dawn, it withering lay, For the storm had burst from the thunder-cloud, And the lightning's scathing power So the moonlight fled, and the tall tree bowed, And perished the tender flower. LINES, (The scene of which is a Church-yard.) I. Do ye come to weep at the tomb of the dead II. The living are they, for whom ye should weep, Away, away-let the worm carouse Ay, grieve for the living; for them who are cast But lament for the quick-they will scorn thee the dead! Away, away-let the worm carouse IV. There's a grave at thy foot-ye mark it?—arrayed There's a maiden who died: they tell ye she gave Her love and was lost-so she dropped to the grave: Do ye mourn that she lived not?-the dark eye of scorn To the tomb has pursued her-how idly ye mourn! Away, away-let the worm carouse Merrily in his charnel house! |