MODESTIE. I hear a name, half breathed, from lips That softly lie apart; It falls upon my heart. She sits in beauty by my side, My first, my only love! Fair as the spring-dyed earth below, And pure as Heaven above. Her glance is fondly fixed on mine, Yet 'tis not that the clustering curls It's not her air, her mien, her face, The dew-drop in the opening rose, So folded in her silken breast, Oh! there's a sweet retiringness, Than the flashing glance and the stately forms A nameless grace, a magic charm, There's beauty in the coal-black eye, And the breast of drifted snow. But were these charms link'd up An angel might she be! in one, Yet still would want the peerless grace SONG. "O was there but one faithful heart." I. Oh! was there but one faithful heart That throbb'd for me alone Oh! had I one dear truthful breast To clasp unto my own; I yet the follies of my youth Might from my bosom tear, And, fix'd in fondest love and truth, II. I seek no phantom form of bliss, Grant me, ye pitying powers! but this, A virtuous woman's love: Whose gentle, soft, endearing sway, Should from my aching heart Sweep every trace of vice away, And love and peace impart. III. My tears to share, and to my smiles That Heaven bestows on men! Give me, this stormy heart to stillEach dark stain to remove And with pure hopes the void to fill, Dear Woman's truth and love. STANZAS, COMPOSED IN DUNFERMLINE CHURCH.* I. O Time! thou just expounder of the Past, I see the pall of blank oblivion cast, By thee, o'er all that fills Man's little day. II. The haughty Abbot, solemn and severe, Proud and revengeful, who these aisles has trodWhere is he now? his mouldering relics where? Forgotten,-even as he forgot his God! Once Lord of all these towers, and now without a sod. * Dunfermline, in Fife, still a romantic and beautiful place, was a favorite residence of the ancient Scottish kings, "The king sate in Dunfermline town Drinking the blude red wine," is the commencement of one of the finest Scottish ballads. A number of the early kings, and hosts of the nobles of Scotland, lie buried in the Abbey; but the spot is most highly distinguished as the tomb of the illustrious Bruce, whose remains rest beneath the pulpit of the present church. |