Still shall I think of you, maidens of Edinburgh! Oft shall the thought, o'er the wide ocean wandering, SONG Written for and sung at an entertainment given at Annapolis, to lieut. George Mann and Dr. Harwood, of the U. S. navy. NOW the war-blast is blown, and the thunders are still, And the blue gleam of steel lies asleep in the sheath, And to peace and to mirth the full bumpers.we fill, While the ear shrinks no more at the echo of death. Yet still, not ungrateful, the deeds of the brave Our heart's strongest impulse shall eagerly tell, And on those who have sunk in a watery grave With a sorrowing tear still shall memory dwell. The sons of our fathers have prov'd to the world That the blood in their veins beats for freedom as high, And wherever the red-striped flag is unfurl'd, Though shackles awhile may the eagle entwine And he mingles his flight with the blaze of the day. Behold where in Afric's far regions a band, Their prospect by day but the hot gleaming sand, Yet still they urge forward,-'tis glory that callsWhose sovereign impulse leads onward the brave, And the cluster'd stars rise o'er Derna's proud walls, And the wan crescent fades, and descends in the wave. Then fill up the bumper-a tribute of fame, Though small, yet 'tis all that we now have to give, Yet while memory holds seat in our bosoms, the name Of EATON, and MANN, and O'BANNEN shall live. $ TRANSLATION OF THE CVIII. SONNET OF CAMOENS. THOU stream of Tajo, who with regal sway, And Nymphs and Shepherds, linger on thy side; PEACE, ye sorrows of my soul, `Hours enough to grief are paid; Days and weeks and months of woeOh then while I view the maid, Let me one short rapture know! Ere the sun of love be set, Let it warm once more my heart!Ere we part-no more to meetLet me dream we shall not part! I will hope, though hope be dead; I will smile, though anguish tear; Joy to-day his wings shall spread With the morrow comes despair! |