While foliage darkening o'er its waves Ah! such a sunny spot of earth May well give happiest feelings birth; May to the sinking soul impart New transports that revive the heart; May banish dreary thoughts away, And make one, like the summer, gay; Dispel that winter that would chill The fondest workings of the will; That gloom, that carking care, that sorrow, ELEGY. He loved her, for her eye was bright- She was the soft and playful breeze, That fann'd love's fervour round his heart, Who gave him pain, or gave him ease, He never fail'd to win her smile, But if, perchance, she gave a frown, He knew 'twas borrowed for the whileIt was not, could not be her own. And well he watch'd her varying face, Like heaven when mirror'd in the stream. But sickness came-it stole the flower Of sweet vermilion from her cheek, And not in Nature's fairest bower, Hung down a bud its head so meek. She died yet on her features seal'd A smile triumphant loved to dwell, Its light a happy soul reveal'd, Its silence utter'd-"Love, farewell! SATAN'S TRIUMPHAL SONG. The earth-the earth is my abode; Since Adam's fall the earth I've trod; I dwell in the heart of every one; And he who tries my wiles to shun, Whether old and cold, or gay and young, Are soon subdued by my flattering tongue; And should one artifice not do I only need to try a new, Spreading allurements to the eyes, I get so easily to their heart. The earth-the earth is my abode, And am made welcome as a friend; The earth-the earth is my abode; I rule its inmates with a nod; And I love all who gain their point, Though it should truth and love disjoint; And he who can to strivings bend Can only count me as his friend. The earth-the earth is my abode; I teach the heart each sinful mode; |