In vain, in vain !-too soon are felt The wounds they cannot flee; Better in childlike tears to melt, Pouring my soul on thee! Sweet face, that o'er my childhood shone, Thus ever shadowing back my own, The rapid and the strange? Whence are they charm'd-those earnest eyes? -I know the mystery well! In mine own trembling bosom lies The spirit of the spell! Of Memory, Conscience, Love, 'tis born Oh! change no longer, thou! For ever be the blessing worn On thy pure thoughtful brow! OF PARTING WORDS. One struggle more, and I am free. BYRON. LEAVE me, oh! leave me !-unto all below Thy presence binds me with too deep a spell ; That I may part in peace ! Leave me !-thy footstep, with its lightest sound, The very shadow of thy waving hair, Wakes in my soul a feeling too profound, Too strong for aught that loves and dies, to bear— Oh! bid the conflict cease! I hear thy whisper-and the warm tears gush The still submission, from my thoughts depart; The past looks on me from thy mournful eye, Our communings with sea, and hill, and sky- Shut out the sunshine from my dying room, Doth our own spring make happy music now, Are the pure lilies imaged in its flow? Alas! vain thoughts! that fondly thus can stray From the dread hour so near! If I could but draw courage from the light Of thy clear eye, that ever shone to bless! Bearing all strength away! Leave me!-thou com'st between my heart and Heaven! I would be still, in voiceless prayer to die! -Why must our souls thus love, and then be riven ? -Return! thy parting wakes mine agony! -Oh, yet awhile delay! Beyond the pass of shadows!-But I go, I, that have been so loved, go hence alone; And ye, now gathering round my own hearth's glow, Even in this moment, with your laughing glee, Of me, your soldier, 'midst the mountains lying, Far, far away!—and oh! your parting prayer— Sisters! ye watch to greet my step in vain ; Young brother, fare thee well!-on each dear head Blessing and love a thousandfold be shed, My soul's last earthly breathings!-May your home Smile for you ever!-May no winter come, 8 No world, between your hearts! May ev'n your tears, For my sake, full of long-remember'd years, |