MY SWEET GUITAR. WHEN stars are burning in the sky, Of faded years and sorrow's blight— For when my heart is sick and lone, And pines for friendship's soothing word There is a magic in thy tone, A sympathy in thy low chords, That banishes my spirit's dole, Bids every gloomy thought depart, And breathes such joy into my soul As mortals never can impart, Nor wealth nor fame on me confer My sweet-my ever-loved guitar! IMPROMPTU, ON BEING UNABLE TO FIND THE GRAVE OF MARGARET M. DAVIDSON, IN THE BURYING-GROUND AT SARATOGA SPRINGS. July 2, 1841. SHADE of Poesy, arise! Tell me tell me where she lies! If the clay that wrapped the soul, Like a passing angel's lay, Thus, neglected and alone, Sleepeth here, without a stone Yonder is a gorgeous tomb, Where the white rose is in bloom; Here a marble column stands, Reared and decked by kindred hand; But among them hers is not Genius!-oh, how sad thy lot! THE MAIDEN'S REVERY. 'Tis eve, and by this stream I stand, And think, departed one, of thee— When first thou here didst take my hand, And breathe thy hallowed love to me :'Twas 'neath this willow's pensive browAnd it is here, but where art thou? Years have rolled by with rapid flight, The stars and moon look down as bright; The earth is clad with flowers as gay; and verdant every bough And green As on that night-but where art thou? The hills are here, the mountains blue, The vales, the bowers of roses fair, The nightingale, the zephyrs too, This little streamlet, soft and clear, And murmuring low and sweetly now As on that night-but where art thou? I'll question thus no more my love, But lift my streaming eyes awhile Up to the starry skies above, And bask in thy angelic smile; For well I know, beloved one, now In yon bright heaven abidest thou. THE SPOT I LOVE BEST. Thither where he lies buried! That single spot is the whole world to me. COLERIDGE. THERE is one only spot on earth, That holds my heart beyond all otherIt is the place that gave me birth— Where lonely dwells my aged mother : And where the pensive willow weeps, My father in his last repose. |