TO ROSA. BY W. READ, ESQ. ROSA! 't was one of those autumnal eves When Heaven vouchsafes to Earth her loveliest looks ;The still wood's sun-touched wilderness of leaves, And cloud, and mountain-scalp, and castle took Their colour from the west-bright gold! the brook Rippled in gold;—the great oak, branching o'er, Was golden barked ; —'t was gold the cygnet shook From her white wing;-and Strangford's blue lake wore A belt of quivering gold from shore to placid shore. Yet yet the broad sun loitered on the gaze Till, like some warrior-king, he won his tent,- Such was the scene, sweet girl! we gazed upon, Hath summoned like a talisman;—although Thou Iris of my heart, whose smiles wake hope again! At length, one bright eve in a foreign bower, U And felt its pulse in every artery! I snatched my lute, and to its preluding A spell was on me!-No! I could not choose Much of the grace it borrowed from thy tongue,— Whatever is of beauty is thine own: Thy fair hand culled the flowers-I twined the wreath alone. Literary Souvenir. THE LAUNCH OF THE NAUTILUS. BY THE REV. E. BARNARD. Up with thy thin transparent sail, Thou tiny mariner !—The gale Comes gently from the land, and brings The odour of all lovely things That Zephyr, in his wanton play, Of primrose pale, and violet, And young anemone, beset By thousand spikes of every hue, Purple and scarlet, white and blue: And every breeze that sweeps the earth Brings the sweet sounds of love and mirth; The linnet's love-sick melody, And mellowed, as from distance borne, The music of the shepherd's horn. Up, little Nautilus!-Thy day Give to the wind all idle fears; Thy freight demands no jealous care,— O'er thy bright course delighted fly; And, when black storms deform the main, Heaven grant, that she through life's wild sea May sail as innocent as thee; And, homeward turned, like thee may find Literary Souvenir. SONG. SAY a kind farewell, my Mary! Nor mourn upon the shore; I dreamed a heart was mine, The dream and the delight; I'll sing the song that others sing; I'll pass the jest with all; And I will not tame my spirit's wing In banquet or in hall; But I'll fill one cup alone, Mary, To drown thy maiden spell; And I'll drain that cup to thee, Mary, For a health and a farewell! When the snow-white sails are set, And the seaward gale is blowing, My eyes shall not be wet; My tears shall not be flowing : But when England fades away, Mary, And I'm lone upon the sea; Oh! I'll look towards England then, Mary, The Etonian. G.M. THE LAMENT OF COLUMBUS. Nor mine the dreams, The vague chimeras of an earth-stained soul, Have chased the gloom that round my soul was flung, From my youth up For this high purpose was I set apart— Was filled with all earth's agonies, I quaffed There were who jeered, And laughed to scorn my visionary scheme; And vivified alone the spot of earth Where they, like worms, had lived and grovelled from their birth. But, called by God, From home and friends my willing steps I turned; Strange lands I trod; And lo! new worlds uncurtained by my hand, And what was given To recompense the many nameless toils Blessed him who sought amid those Eden plains To plant the holy cross; but man's reward was chains. |