I questioned love, whose early ray, His light was dimmed by tears. I questioned friendship: Friendship sighed, I asked if vicé could bliss bestow? I sought of feeling, if her skill I questioned virtue; virtue sighed, I questioned death-the grisly shade And I am happiness,' he said, 'If Virtue guides thee here.' THE MOONLIGHT MARCH. I see them on their winding way, And waving arms, and banners bright, Again, again the pealing drum, The clashing horn-they come, they come; And clashing horn, they come, they come. LINES. REFLECTED on the lake I love Thus heavenly hope is all serene, FAREWELL. WHEN eyes are beaming What never tongue might tell; When tears are streaming From their crystal cell; When hands are linked that dread to part, And heart is met by throbbing heart, O, bitter, bitter is the smart Of them that bid farewell. When hope is chidden That fain of bliss would tell, And love forbidden In the breast to dwell; When fettered by a viewless chain, |