For she is sweetest, well she knows, Of all the fragrant fair; And neither Lily, Pink, nor Rose, Can vie with her! So, Lady mine, be thou secure In thine own beauty's charms, Nor think another me could lure To quit thine arms. My eyes may roam, my heart is blind To charms that others see: On all the earth no flower I find So sweet as thee. A TENDER CHORD. SING not, I pray, that song again, Though sweet its plaintive air, Such bitter thoughts crowd o'er my brain, Their weight I scarce can bear. Those well-known chords within my breast A mournful echo wake, Of memories not yet supprest, Whose spell I cannot break. Oh never choose that song again; But little canst thou tell the pain 'Twas sung by one whose voice no more Whose fatal loss I still deplore With unavailing tears. SERENADE. O'ER grassy mead and glassy mere, And dances on the waters clear The scorching Sun His race has run The Lord of Day Sinks weary to his ocean bed, The Queen of Night rules in his stead, With milder sway. Fairest, awake! Thy couch forsake! Shine forth in all thy beauty, Love, Brighter than any star above! M The breath of Night is sweet with balm, Dispersed is Day's rude throng, And not a sound disturbs the calm, Save Philomel's sad song. O list not to her mournful tale, Of passion ill requited! Never, I swear, shalt thou bewail Thy tenderness so slighted! Come, darling! I implore thee, No danger shall betide, Chaste Luna shall watch o'er thee, And I will be thy guide. Awake! awake! Thy slumbers break, And crown with love's entrancing power, The soft delights of this sweet hour! THE SYREN'S SONG. MARINER, Mariner, come to my arms! Little thou dream'st of the hidden charms Deep down below the glassy sea, Nor how my bosom beats for thee! I love thee! I love thee! Brave Son of the Main ! May I not hope. Thy love to gain ? Down below the rolling waves, Lie the Syrens' coral caves, Palaces of structure grand, Hewn by Nature's giant hand; |