POEMS.
5
For their joyous life so calm and free,
For the leaves they loved so well,
For the waving grass, and stately tree,
Which graced the sunny dell—
They have wished to change their tranquil lot:
They must bear it as they may;
They have looked their last on that sweet spot,
And the flowers are borne away.
For the leaves they loved so well,
For the waving grass, and stately tree,
Which graced the sunny dell—
They have wished to change their tranquil lot:
They must bear it as they may;
They have looked their last on that sweet spot,
And the flowers are borne away.
PART THE SECOND.
A strain comes sweeping, soft and clear,
Of music's measure light,
And steals upon the startled ear
Of the still and peaceful night.
And the moonbeams, as they softly fall
The waving trees between
Look in upon a stately hall,
And a gay and festive scene.
The first and fairest of the land,
Are gathered smiling there,
But the brightest of the joyous band
Is that gentle lady fair:
With naught amidst her clust'ring curls,
Save the flowers in beauty rare.
Oh! lovelier far than gems or pearls,
Those blooming flowers were.
Of music's measure light,
And steals upon the startled ear
Of the still and peaceful night.
And the moonbeams, as they softly fall
The waving trees between
Look in upon a stately hall,
And a gay and festive scene.
The first and fairest of the land,
Are gathered smiling there,
But the brightest of the joyous band
Is that gentle lady fair:
With naught amidst her clust'ring curls,
Save the flowers in beauty rare.
Oh! lovelier far than gems or pearls,
Those blooming flowers were.
