Youth's griefs are loud, but are not long ;
But thine with life itself shall last;
And age will feel each sorrow strong,
When all its morning joys are past.

'Twas thine her infant mind to mould,

And leave the copy all thou art ; And sure the wide world does not hold A warmer or a purer heart !!

Written after a Battle.

I cannot weep, yet I can feel - *****

The pangs that rend a parent's breast ; But, ah! what sorrowing can unseal

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Those eyes, and wake the slumberer's rest!

Macdiarmid.

LINES ADDRESSED TO A LADY.

Oh, Lady! breathe no sigh for those,
And let no tear be shed,

Who rest in battle-field their head, 158
And sleep, amid their country's foes,
The slumbers of the dead.

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Thy pearly tears may stream around
Thy loved one's aching pillow,
Or weep some darling soul who found
A grave beneath the billow;
Or, like a widowed matron, twine
The cypress and the jessamine,
And strew the lily in its bloom
Round the cold precincts of the tomb,
Where one is laid you fondly pressed
A youthful bridegroom to your breast.
Tho' lovely were the wreath you wove,

As fairy hands could twine, And heart forlorn ne'er gave to love A sigh more pure than thine; Yet, Lady, weave no wreath for those, And let no tear be shed,

Who rest in battle-field their head, And sleep, amid their country's foes, The slumbers of the dead. For, oh! the warrior's fate may claim A brighter meed, a higher fame: He in the fields of glory fell, And thundering cannon rung his knell. For him there is a holier sigh In every wind that passes by;

And heaven more precious tears shall shed
Round the unburied soldier's head.
But oft at morn, and evening dim,
O breathe a silent prayer for him;
And do thou to his soul impart
The warmest blessings of thy heart!

END OF VOLUME SECOND.

Anon.

Ann Wochen 1839

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