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HOW fair, how sweet the blushing rose!
How glorious to th' enraptur'd view! As with enliven'd tints it glows
All glistering in the morning dew.
By many a soft descending shower
The beauteous plant is gently fed, And many a kind aerial power
Sheds fragrance o'er its tender head.
So fair, so sweet, the youthful maid,
O’er whose warm cheek soft blushes fly, Her face in beaming smiles array'd,
While love sits trembling in her eye.
That blushing cheek, love-darting eye,
That face in beaming smiles array'd, Ah happy bridegroom! thine the joy!
For thee are all those charms display'd.
Then, lover, seize the present hour
That views them yet in all their prime,
SLOW waves the willow o'er the stone
That points where sleeps a mother dear; Oft have I sought the spot alone
To shed at ease the filial tear.
Slow waves the willow o'er the stone;
The setting sun sinks far away; Around the graves with grass o’ergrown
The cooling summer breezes play. The sportive swallows wheel their flight Around the green hill's lonely height; Scar'd from the shore, the plovers scream, And skim along the dimpling stream; While from the mid-wood oak afar The locust echoes through the air.
* Horatio Clarke.
These scenes affection oft shall view,
THE SAILOR'S DEPARTURE.
[Tune-" The topsails shiver in the wind.”-]
THE rising gale forbids my stay
Farewel my native shore!
And hear the billows roar;
But though the storm may rouse the main,
Though loud war's thunders roll,
Shall sooth my weary soul:
Sweet memory, rising to my aid,
Shall each dear scene renew;
Maria! meet my view:
Full often when the morning sun
Leads in the blushing day,
Steals silently away;
But why, thy beauties all to show,
Do I give fancy room,
Extends a thicker gloom,
For though no dangers I may fear
From sea or war's alarms,
Flow for thy absent charms;
Then, lest too high my fond heart swell,
I'll strive to think no moreFarewel, my sweetest girl, farewel!
Farewel my native shore! Farewel each thought I hold most dear! Farewel to hope! Farewel to fear.