INSTABILITY OF FRIENDSHIP. THOMAS MOORE. ALAS!-how light a cause may move That stood the storm when waves were rough, Like ships that have gone down at sea, A word unkind, or wrongly taken— A breath, a touch like this, hath shaken, As though its waters ne'er could sever, Breaks into floods, that part for ever! DEAR HARP OF MY COUNTRY. THOMAS MOORE. DEAR Harp of my country! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long, When proudly, my own Island Harp! I unbound thee, And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song! The warm lay of love and the light note of gladness Have waken'd thy fondest, thy liveliest thrill; But, so oft hast thou echoed the deep sigh of sadness, That e'en in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. Dear Harp of my country! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine; Go, sleep, with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers, Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy than mine, If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone; I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I waked was thy own OFT IN THE STILLY NIGHT. THOMAS MOORE. OFT in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me The smiles, the tears The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me. When I remember all The friends, so linked together, I've seen around me fall Like leaves in wintry weather, THE PERI AT THE GATE OF PARADISE. I feel like one Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me. THE PERI AT THE GATE OF PARADISE. THOMAS MOORE. "How happy," exclaimed the child of air, "Are the holy spirits who wander there, 'Mid flowers that never shall fade or fall! Though mine are the gardens of Earth and Sea, And the stars themselves have flowers for me, One blossom of Heaven outblooms them all! "Though sunny the lake of cool Cashmere, With its plane-tree Isle reflected clear, And sweetly the founts of that Valley fall; Though bright are the waters' glittering play, And the golden floods that thitherward stray, Yet, oh! 'tis only the blest can say How the waters of Heaven outshine them all! "Go, wing thy flight from star to star, One minute of heaven is worth them all!" 69 BRUCE AND THE SPIDER. ELIZA COOK. KING Bruce of Scotland flung himself down, in a lonely mood to think! 'Tis true he was monarch, and wore a crown, but his heart was beginning to sink. For he had been trying to do a great deed to make his people glad; He had tried and tried, but couldn't succeed, and so he became quite sad. He flung himself down in low despair, as grieved as man could be ; And after awhile, as he pondered there, "I'll give it all up," said he. Now just at that moment a spider dropped, with its silken cobweb clue; And the king in the midst of his thinking stoppedto see what the spider would do! 'Twas a long way up to the ceiling dome; and it hung by a rope so fine, That how it would get to its cobweb home, King Bruce could not divine. It soon began to cling and crawl straight up with strong endeavour, But down it came with a slipping sprawl as near to the ground as ever. Again the spider swung below, but again it quickly mounted; Till up and down, now fast, now slow, nine brave attempts were counted "Sure," cried the king, "that foolish thing will strive no more to climb, When it toils so hard to reach and cling, and tumbles every time." Up again it went, inch by inch, higher and higher he got; |