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YOU T H.
by Mary Wade White
" What is youth ? a dancing billow;
Winds behind and rocks before."
HARVARD h(5751 (COLLEGE
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1860,
BY GEORGE COOLIDGE,
In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of
Electrotyped at the
Damrell & Moore, Printers, Boston.
POEMS OF YOUTH.
SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY.
SHE walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half-impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face, Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, so eloquent,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
Anna Lætitia Barbauld.
HERE'S TO THEE, MY SCOTTISH LASSIE.
HERE's to thee, my Scottish lassie! here's a
hearty health to thee, For thine eye so bright, thy form so light, and
thy step so firm and free; For all thine artless elegance, and all thy native
grace, To the music of thy mirthful voice, and the sun
shine of thy face; For thy guileless look and speech sincere, yet
sweet as speech can be Here's a health, my Scottish lassie! here's a
hearty health to thee!
Here's to thee, my Scottish lassie! Though my
glow of youth is o'er, And I, as once I felt and dreamed, must feel and
dream no more ; Though the world, with all its frosts and storms,
has chilled my soul at last, And genius with the foodful looks of youthful
friendship passed ; Though my path is dark and lonely, now o'er this
world's dreary sea, Here's a health, my Scottish lassie! here's a
hearty health to thee!
Here's to thee, my Scottish lassie! though I know
that not for me Is thine eye so bright, thy form so light, and thy
step so firm and free; Though thou, with cold and careless looks, wilt
often pass me by, Unconscious of my swelling heart, and of my
wistful eye; Though thou wilt wed some Highland love, nor
waste one thought on me, Here's a health, my Scottish lassie, here's a hearty
health to thee!
Here's to thee, my Scottish lassie! when I meet
thee in the throng Of merry youths and maidens dancing light
somely along, l'u dream away an hour or twain, still gazing on
thy form As it flashes through the baser crowd, like light
ning through a storm ; And I, perhaps, shall touch thy hand, and share
thy looks of glee, And for once, my Scottish lassie, dance a giddy
dance with thee !
Here's to thee, my Scottish lassie! I shall think
of thee at even, When I see its first and fairest star come smiling
up through heaven;