TO THE MOON. 'Tis a lovely eve, and the Lady Moon With its little isles of light and gloom, And she sheds her smile like a veil of dreams, Athwart the earth and sky; With its mazy deeps and its golden gleams, And its streaks of nameless dye. Away she sails 'mong the amber isles, Are slowly heaving through. And the foam-bells follow, pure and bright, As she sails away 'mong the hills of light, She follows on, by a glory led, With a heavenly calm impressed ; For she bears the souls of the happy dead, To the Islands of the Blest. WHAT POOR LITTLE FELLOWS ARE WE! What poor little fellows are we! Tho' we manage to make a great show: And the king and the beggar must go. And the prince and the peasant alike Then why should we listen to aught And bound for the narrows of death. Know neither the high nor the low; And the king and the beggar must go. LIFE'S ENIGMA. An infinite dome, O'er a world of wonder; An eye looking down On the poor dreamer under. An ocean of wrecks, And beyond it our home; Each wave as it breaks Leaves us whiter with foam. A marriage to-day And a funeral to-morrow; A short smile of joy And a long sigh of sorrow. A birth and a death, With a flutter between; All fleeting as breath Tell me, what does it mean? WHERE'ER WE MAY WANDER. Where'er we may wander, What'er be our lot, The heart's first affections, Still cling to the spot, Where love first allured us, On the magical music, Which fell from her tongue, Tho' wise ones may tell us, 'Twas foolish and vain, Yet when shall we drink of Such glory again. |