And for each grief a balm he found;
All cherished lio|>e* Ih> gratified—
Each trembling fear be danhod aside;
When 'round the future, storm* li'iiy lower,
And cloud* linng heavy o'er thine hour,
Then from the put call ineni'ry up,
To fill anew joy’* empty cup;
Life hun it* hope* and han it* fear*,
The face it* nmtlcn, the eye* their tour*.
Old age it* wrinkle*— youth if* pain*,
And then* are our* while life remain*;
Yet the garden of life han rose* in bloom,
That throw on the momenta their nclieat per
fume;
And the whirl of the spheres in their circle*
sublime
Are an orchestra sounding the music of'l ime.
< >h' music ami thwver*. are borne on the hour*.
To cheer life'* tedious day;
Not the darkest cloud, can always shroud
The future'* Ix'iuuitig ray!
Ring the h< ll* and crack the whm!
O'er the snowy plain* we’ll take a trip,
M ith smoking steed* and glittering sleigh,
Merry we’ll ride—away, away!
The moon shall light us on our course.
The wind* may breathe their murmurs hoarse.
The «t«r* may twinkle in the sky,
(And watch-dog* bark a* we pass by.)
What earn we ’ answer shout for shout.
Let the merry Inngh with the bell ring out.
And the sparkling eye* out-shine the star
That dimly sleep* in the sky afar.
Oh' ‘ti« a glorious lune to woo.
When ths cold moon-beum* shine 'round us.
To ki** from h|»* like rose* the dew.
And faney that love hath found us.
But softly, softly, ‘ti* leap year,
And o'er the realm if love,
Sceptred and robed for cone lest here
Hit* woman Mprenie, by Jove!
Be still my heart—be mute each string,
For a mate no longer mourn.
